To be quite honest, my ‘testimony’ is on going. It’s happening right now as we speak.

But to share my journey with you and how I came to know Christ was, well, sort of an off-and-on relationship, you see. I was blind, as many souls are today. But during the labor day weekend, I had the priviledge of attending my 5th Prophetic Conference here on ‘O’ahu, Hawaii with my mother. And everything just fell right into Gods hands. I got right with Him, I needed to be right with him. So we made a promise to each other, and I knew that I was going to stop living a worldly life. I knew that having him in my life meant not putting him in a box and pulling him out whenever I needed him- it also meant to pray, read his word, talk to him, ask him, OBEY him, have faith, listen to him, and just love and thank him for all that hes done. And all that he will do, hallelujah!

I came to know the Lord when I was about 12 years old. Before then my Mother and I, along with my Grandmother, attended the Catholic church on the small island of Moloka’i. Yes, we never went that often. Yes, we didn’t know SQUAT about any ‘god’. We moved to a Nazarene church that my Father attended, and….yeah that didn’t do it for us either. I swear there was a total of about uh…4 of us there. And that’s including the Pastor.

The problem was that I was dry. I was young even so I didn’t have any passion for God at all. The same went for my mom. I needed something to click, snap, shake, and ignite life within me, not knowing that the only person that could ever do something like that for me was God.

And then one day my mother received a phone call saying that a friend of hers had passed away; this friend knew God like it was his own life. He was diagnosed with cancer but my mother knew that he served God with everything he had and with every ounce of life he had left. So we got directions, and thought that the church that held his funeral was on the west side, quite far off actually (mind you, we lived on the very east side of the island). We arrived there and found not a single car. We continued to drive everywhere and we could not find this church! My Mother and Grandmother had gotten so frustrated that she decided to call someone. Come to find out, the church was exactly 2 blocks from our house and we were shocked! And absolutely tired and frustrated. My Grandmother had suggested that we go home, but there was something that told me that we still needed to go.

So we did.

Arriving at the correct church this time, we walked in and bam. They had just started praise and worship, and it was like nothing I had ever heard. The sound was just SO LOUD, people were jumping, raising their hands, shouting “Praise” this and “Praise” that..I mean it was literally a party! And it was a funeral too, so that kind of struck us as odd..I mean, don’t you usually mourn at a funeral? I turned my head to look at my Mom, only to see that she had already turned to look at me. She smiled this huge, smile. And she said to me,

“This is the one!”

Now, I take God with me wherever I go. The enemy did not win my life, and I can’t even begin to think how much God has transformed and shaken my life through my mother and my family. The Holy Spirit lives in me and I am just so, so thankful and grateful for his love and mercy. Let me just say that words aren’t enough! So join me in our journey here on Earth! Don’t EVER hesitate to ask me for prayer, to talk, or anything at all! I love you all so much.

 May his name be praised forever and ever.

God bless you,

- Kapua