Tonight I shared my testimony for the first time!!!! It was at the youth group of Calvary Chapel Casa Grande. It was cool. I messed up, but it gives me places to fix.I will post it because it is the next step in my journey with God and that is what this blog is all about. Thank you guys so much for still following me. :) The first part is very boring. Watching it I did better then I thought (Thank you Jesus!) Pease give feedback, or if you have questions of your own I would love to answer them. :D Also it is recorded very low. I had to listen to it with head phones on.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Old Friends
Old friends (You know who you are) God has laid it on my heart to write a appology on here and honestlty I try to type it out and I get all mixed up and just never comes out right. Maybe later I can go into more detail, but for now I feel that just the following needs to be said.
I am sorry. You guys were all there for me at a very hard time in my life. You guys were special to me and I lost track of who my friends were. So I am sorry that I came across fake or that you guys meant nothing to me. That is not true, I just felt it was time to close the door on those friendships and relationships. It is my fault that I didn't do a good job explaining that to any of you. Its between you and God if you guys forgive me. I hope that you can though.
I am sorry. You guys were all there for me at a very hard time in my life. You guys were special to me and I lost track of who my friends were. So I am sorry that I came across fake or that you guys meant nothing to me. That is not true, I just felt it was time to close the door on those friendships and relationships. It is my fault that I didn't do a good job explaining that to any of you. Its between you and God if you guys forgive me. I hope that you can though.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Gabriella
Please be praying for a little girl from here in AZ. Her name is Gabriella. Angie posted a link on the right for her. Gabriella is on her way to the hospital right now to get her "sparkly new" heart. Thank you.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Hello fellow readers. I thank you so much! I can say that my testimony is being used in extreme ways! So thank you! Just one thing PLEASE PLEASE!!! No one has said anything that can be improved on it. I really want to hear what you guys HONESTLY think. I thank those few that have been honest (maybe too honest ;o]) the last few days. The enemy really attacks when you are being used. (hehe Aimee, I know I am doing good, cuz I am being tempted! :D) I really do want to know though. I already know how it has spoken to me. Even if you don't know me and there is more or less about a topic that you want to hear about PLEASE let me know. I want this to be the best it can be before I speak to a church about it. :D God bless EVERYONE that has been here. With much love and appreciation, Angela.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
My Testimony!
Please give any feedback. This is just a rough draft and I am wanting to hear for you guys on what you would like to hear more or less of. E-mail me at n2ekae@yahoo.com. In the subject box please just put “Testimony feedback” Thank you SOOO much!!!
My name is Angela Olivas. I am 16 years old and I was born in the beautiful Riverside California. I was 13 when my family and I made the move to Surprise Arizona. (Funny name huh? :]) I have spent my whole life in the church. God has always been a big part of my life. When I was 5 years old, I was sitting in my living room coloring when my mom called me into her room. She read me some verses in Mathew and asked me if I wanted Jesus to come into my life. I said yes and we prayed. Since then I have slipped a lot, even to the point that I have completely lost track of my walk with God and frankly, didn’t care. I wanted to do what everyone around me was doing. I wanted to be a ‘normal’ teenager. I soon saw that a ‘normal’ teenager has a lot of bitterness and pain. I had a lot of nights that I have cried myself to sleep from pain that others have caused me.
April 28th, 2009 God brought me back. I went in for a minor surgery. I woke up to a very sad room. I didn’t understand why, I thought everyone would be happy that it was a small nothing surgery. My doctor came in after I woke up and asked to speak to my parents alone. They came back about 15 minutes later. My mom came to one side of my bed and my dad knelt down at the other side. Both were crying and looked like they had been all day. I looked at my mom and she shook her head. I didn’t understand what was going on. I waited for her to choke out the words I was hoping not to hear “You are sick, you need a heart transplant.” At first I was mad. I was mad (sorry to say) at God. I honestly thought that I was okay. I didn’t understand why He wanted to use me. But I snapped out of it pretty quick. Until I was told more bad news, I was told I needed the transplant within two years. My heart wouldn’t last longer then two years. And if they didn’t hurry, I would need a double lung and heart transplant. I could also die of a Sudden death. Once I had the transplant things wouldn’t get much better. I would be 3 hours away from all of my family for 6 months so I could stay near the hospital. I would go in almost everyday for surgeries and making sure that I was not rejecting my new heart. My immune system would realize that there was a foreign object in my body and they would attack it. That would kill me, so I would need to be on anti-rejection medication, in other words, pills that would suppress my immune system. I would always be sick and in the hospital. About 10 to 12 years later, I would need another heart transplant.
I was mad. I had nothing to look forward to in life. I wouldn’t be able to do the normal things that life offers. I couldn’t be stressed, I couldn’t get too excited, I couldn’t let my heart race. It was depressing. The first two weeks I held on to my bible. I read it everyday all day. I had to be pulled out of school for two weeks to recover from surgery. The things that kept me going were the thoughts and prayers of others. God gave me an incredible amount of strength to get through those weeks. He used others around me to give me that push when I didn’t want to continue. Believe me, there were a lot of times I didn’t want to continue. I would throw major fits. I would just want to stop. To end it all, if I was going to die I didn’t want to live the last of my years in fear. I wanted to just enjoy myself. I hate being restricted on what I can do. I would sit in my room and hear about how all my friends were out having a fun summer and I was just sitting around waiting for a phone call from a doctor, or getting ready for the next appointment. I was mad, sad, scared, jealous, and yet God still gave me a peace. That everything was going to be fine. He had planned this for me and I just needed to be happy that within 16 years of life God was already showing me how I was going to be used.
Something that I didn’t understand though, was why. Why was I chosen? He could have used anyone else to do this, but instead He chose me. At first, I was mad that He chose me. Then I opened my bible and found Psalm 73:26 “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” This just spoke to me SOO much!!!! My heart, literally was failing. My flesh didn’t want to do it! I wasn’t being an example on what Jesus would be doing if He were in my shoes! So everyday, I told myself that verse over and over and over. Then I didn’t understand, but in a humbled way. Why was God using me? I wasn’t doing a very good job; I am just an average person. Nothing special! Why am I the one who gets to find out early what God wanted me to be used in my life for. But I just took it and ran with it. I was just happy that I could be used. Honestly the feeling of knowing that God is using your trail to show others how faithful and good He is is very addicting. It is almost like a guilt-free drug.
Once I was on the list I would not be able to do any trips within two hours of the hospital. So my family and I took off for a week on a road trip up the California coast. It was beautiful! With in 24hours of us returning from the trip, my mom and I managed to unpack and re-pack our bags and take a two-hour drive to Tucson for 3 days of testing. These test were to determine where I would be on the transplant list, or if I was even sick enough to be listed right away. I had to take x-rays, EKG, a treadmill test, talk to so many different people about how I was coping, and blood work. The next day I had to do a cardiac catheter, and the next day was an echo. 3-weeks later my transplant team set up an appointment. Within that 3-weeks I had a lot going on, including my sweet 16! This birthday was a bit hard. I thought it was going to be my last birthday. I was happy to be with the people I loved, but at the same time I was devastated thinking that it could very possibly be my last birthday. I have always had a goal. I want to live until I am at least 18. My biological father died just a few months shy of his 18th birthday. I just wanted to make it past that age. I prayed that day “Please God, at least two more!” Oh man! Am I going to get those and CELEBRATE!!!
August 13th, 2009 I had my big doctors appointment. I was sitting in the room and reading my bible. My mom and I were extremely nervous. The heart transplant surgeon came in. He told us some well honestly, aggravating news. He pretty much accused me of lying is how my mom and I both saw it. He came into the room and made it seem like I was just a big waste of his time. He said, “ I don’t know why you are here! Your test all came back normal. I think that this whole time you were just out of shape! I don’t think you need a heart transplant at all!” I was so mad! So my mom and I called my cardiologist for a second opinion. He said that he would contact Dr. Copeland to compare notes and he would get back to us the next day. We came home and my mom asked me to go and check the mail. When I cam back my mom was on the phone. She couldn’t talk and tears were just falling down her face. My sister was staring at her with her eyes wide open. They looked like they were about to pop out of her head! My first thought was “Oh My Gosh!!!! Let my dad (step-dad) be okay!” My mom got off the phone and turned around and looked at me. She had a smile going from one cheek to the other. She grabbed me and said, “You are HEALED!!!!” I walked outside in disbelief; I called my BFFE (Best friends for eternity) Roxie. She answered and asked if she could call me back. I said “Ummm…. No!!! I need to tell you right now! Roxie I am healed!” It took her a minute and she finally got out a tearful “Hallelujah!” That is when it hit me that I am now a walking and talking miracle! A.K.A a example of how great God is!
My name is Angela Olivas. I am 16 years old and I was born in the beautiful Riverside California. I was 13 when my family and I made the move to Surprise Arizona. (Funny name huh? :]) I have spent my whole life in the church. God has always been a big part of my life. When I was 5 years old, I was sitting in my living room coloring when my mom called me into her room. She read me some verses in Mathew and asked me if I wanted Jesus to come into my life. I said yes and we prayed. Since then I have slipped a lot, even to the point that I have completely lost track of my walk with God and frankly, didn’t care. I wanted to do what everyone around me was doing. I wanted to be a ‘normal’ teenager. I soon saw that a ‘normal’ teenager has a lot of bitterness and pain. I had a lot of nights that I have cried myself to sleep from pain that others have caused me.
April 28th, 2009 God brought me back. I went in for a minor surgery. I woke up to a very sad room. I didn’t understand why, I thought everyone would be happy that it was a small nothing surgery. My doctor came in after I woke up and asked to speak to my parents alone. They came back about 15 minutes later. My mom came to one side of my bed and my dad knelt down at the other side. Both were crying and looked like they had been all day. I looked at my mom and she shook her head. I didn’t understand what was going on. I waited for her to choke out the words I was hoping not to hear “You are sick, you need a heart transplant.” At first I was mad. I was mad (sorry to say) at God. I honestly thought that I was okay. I didn’t understand why He wanted to use me. But I snapped out of it pretty quick. Until I was told more bad news, I was told I needed the transplant within two years. My heart wouldn’t last longer then two years. And if they didn’t hurry, I would need a double lung and heart transplant. I could also die of a Sudden death. Once I had the transplant things wouldn’t get much better. I would be 3 hours away from all of my family for 6 months so I could stay near the hospital. I would go in almost everyday for surgeries and making sure that I was not rejecting my new heart. My immune system would realize that there was a foreign object in my body and they would attack it. That would kill me, so I would need to be on anti-rejection medication, in other words, pills that would suppress my immune system. I would always be sick and in the hospital. About 10 to 12 years later, I would need another heart transplant.
I was mad. I had nothing to look forward to in life. I wouldn’t be able to do the normal things that life offers. I couldn’t be stressed, I couldn’t get too excited, I couldn’t let my heart race. It was depressing. The first two weeks I held on to my bible. I read it everyday all day. I had to be pulled out of school for two weeks to recover from surgery. The things that kept me going were the thoughts and prayers of others. God gave me an incredible amount of strength to get through those weeks. He used others around me to give me that push when I didn’t want to continue. Believe me, there were a lot of times I didn’t want to continue. I would throw major fits. I would just want to stop. To end it all, if I was going to die I didn’t want to live the last of my years in fear. I wanted to just enjoy myself. I hate being restricted on what I can do. I would sit in my room and hear about how all my friends were out having a fun summer and I was just sitting around waiting for a phone call from a doctor, or getting ready for the next appointment. I was mad, sad, scared, jealous, and yet God still gave me a peace. That everything was going to be fine. He had planned this for me and I just needed to be happy that within 16 years of life God was already showing me how I was going to be used.
Something that I didn’t understand though, was why. Why was I chosen? He could have used anyone else to do this, but instead He chose me. At first, I was mad that He chose me. Then I opened my bible and found Psalm 73:26 “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” This just spoke to me SOO much!!!! My heart, literally was failing. My flesh didn’t want to do it! I wasn’t being an example on what Jesus would be doing if He were in my shoes! So everyday, I told myself that verse over and over and over. Then I didn’t understand, but in a humbled way. Why was God using me? I wasn’t doing a very good job; I am just an average person. Nothing special! Why am I the one who gets to find out early what God wanted me to be used in my life for. But I just took it and ran with it. I was just happy that I could be used. Honestly the feeling of knowing that God is using your trail to show others how faithful and good He is is very addicting. It is almost like a guilt-free drug.
Once I was on the list I would not be able to do any trips within two hours of the hospital. So my family and I took off for a week on a road trip up the California coast. It was beautiful! With in 24hours of us returning from the trip, my mom and I managed to unpack and re-pack our bags and take a two-hour drive to Tucson for 3 days of testing. These test were to determine where I would be on the transplant list, or if I was even sick enough to be listed right away. I had to take x-rays, EKG, a treadmill test, talk to so many different people about how I was coping, and blood work. The next day I had to do a cardiac catheter, and the next day was an echo. 3-weeks later my transplant team set up an appointment. Within that 3-weeks I had a lot going on, including my sweet 16! This birthday was a bit hard. I thought it was going to be my last birthday. I was happy to be with the people I loved, but at the same time I was devastated thinking that it could very possibly be my last birthday. I have always had a goal. I want to live until I am at least 18. My biological father died just a few months shy of his 18th birthday. I just wanted to make it past that age. I prayed that day “Please God, at least two more!” Oh man! Am I going to get those and CELEBRATE!!!
August 13th, 2009 I had my big doctors appointment. I was sitting in the room and reading my bible. My mom and I were extremely nervous. The heart transplant surgeon came in. He told us some well honestly, aggravating news. He pretty much accused me of lying is how my mom and I both saw it. He came into the room and made it seem like I was just a big waste of his time. He said, “ I don’t know why you are here! Your test all came back normal. I think that this whole time you were just out of shape! I don’t think you need a heart transplant at all!” I was so mad! So my mom and I called my cardiologist for a second opinion. He said that he would contact Dr. Copeland to compare notes and he would get back to us the next day. We came home and my mom asked me to go and check the mail. When I cam back my mom was on the phone. She couldn’t talk and tears were just falling down her face. My sister was staring at her with her eyes wide open. They looked like they were about to pop out of her head! My first thought was “Oh My Gosh!!!! Let my dad (step-dad) be okay!” My mom got off the phone and turned around and looked at me. She had a smile going from one cheek to the other. She grabbed me and said, “You are HEALED!!!!” I walked outside in disbelief; I called my BFFE (Best friends for eternity) Roxie. She answered and asked if she could call me back. I said “Ummm…. No!!! I need to tell you right now! Roxie I am healed!” It took her a minute and she finally got out a tearful “Hallelujah!” That is when it hit me that I am now a walking and talking miracle! A.K.A a example of how great God is!
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