[구원간증]03 김미옥 자매 (어머니회) -"구원 의심이 아니라 받지 못한 것이었어요",원주교회 모두회,생명의말씀선교회,대한예수교침례회

#Salvation of Repentance and Forgiveness of Sins #How to Be Assurance of Salvation #How to Receive the Filling of the Holy Spirit #How to Live in Grace 👇[Salvation Testimony] The Voice of Life Revived, the Mouth of a Certain Witness, This Is the Real Salvation Testimony (Linked to e-book) Direct Link:    • [구원간증] 다시 살아난 생명의 소리,확실한 증인의 입, 이게 진짜 구원 간...   This is a substantial salvation testimony that showcases the essence of a moving testimony from a saved Christian. Selected for faith education focused on soul salvation, it links via QR code to the 'Soul Salvation Series' e-books from 'The Bible Is the Answer'. [Summary of Sister Kim Mi-ok's Testimony] Stopping 22 Years of 'Manual Driving' and Boarding the 'Cruise' of Grace March 22, 2026 (Sunday) Wonju Church All-Group / Mothers' Group Sister Kim Mi-ok 1. 22 Years of Splendid Walls Built on Sand On April 17, 2004, I was convinced that I had boarded the Ark of Salvation. Listening to the pastor's message at the time, I was overwhelmed by the fact that the Bible is a historical and scientific fact, and once I believed that God is alive, the whole world looked different. Textbook knowledge filled my mind, and I knelt before the authority of the Bible, proven by history and science. However, it was merely intellectual assent, not a personal encounter. I was so immersed in the message that the sermon, which lasted three and a half hours, felt like only thirty minutes. However, that fervor did not last even two weeks. As the euphoria that felt like walking on clouds faded, a chilling doubt reared its head in its place. "Am I really saved? Could this be just a fleeting illusion created by my own emotions?" From that moment on, my long years of 'self-deception' began. Whenever doubt arose, I mobilized my biblical knowledge to forcibly mend my faith. Confirming archaeological evidence that Noah's Ark is on Mount Ararat and reaffirming that Israel's independence had been fulfilled according to biblical prophecy, I gaslighted myself by telling myself, "Since the Bible is true, my salvation is true too." Whenever I sought counseling from a pastor, I was comforted by the remark, "Only those who have found a real diamond go to have it appraised." I felt reassured by twisting that statement into the bizarre logic that "doubting itself is proof of salvation." In this way, for 22 years, I crushed the desperate distress signals sent by my soul with a heavy stone named 'certainty.' 2. The Shield Named 'First Love' and a Desperate Spiritual Struggle As time passed, my soul became increasingly desolate. Joy vanished, replaced by a terrible sense of duty. I defined this spiritual exhaustion as "the state of having lost one's first love." The doctrine that "even a saved person can lose their first love if they sin" served as a convenient refuge for me. Instead of examining the possibility that I might not have been saved, I whipped myself even harder to recover that lost first love. I scoured my life to see if I loved money or harbored any secret sins. Seeing my children look beautiful and witnessing my conscience change, I believed these were signs of the Holy Spirit. However, I was unaware that even these changes might have been the result of my own efforts to become good. When I attended gatherings but found no peace and anger welled up inside me, I turned a blind eye to the fundamental issues, telling myself, "This is just menopause," or "It's because my personality is rough." Even when I would suddenly wake up in fear, I would begin to pray, deceiving myself by saying, "This fear isn't because of my salvation, but because of my unsaved family." Dismissing it as a whisper from the devil, I piled up layers upon layers of the sin of pride that deceived me. To perfectly act as a saved person, I clung to my positions as group leader and general manager, and by collecting experiences that seemed like answered prayers, I repaired the walls of my salvation to make them even more solid. 3. "Your zeal is your very 'righteousness'" However, a recent counseling session with the pastor exposed the fact that the tower of faith I had built over 22 years was, in fact, the crystallization of ugly 'self-righteousness.' In an attempt to confirm my salvation, I watched as many as six sermon videos all night long in an effort to find the answer. The pastor firmly pointed out that even that desperate effort, which continued until 5 a.m., was "your righteousness." "Even a gangster can turn over a new leaf if he sets his mind to it. Your change was merely a result of your own will and determination." Those words pierced the heart of my soul. For 22 years, what I had been clinging to was not God's grace, but my own actions striving to obtain the title of "one who is saved." The moment I realized that the changes in my life, the pangs of conscience, and even the burning tears I had experienced were actually fakes created by "my own efforts" rather than by God, I was reduced to...