Reviews & Testimonials

I thank God for giving me the strength and has sustained me to finish this course. It was a challenge for me to complete the course due to limited time I have.

Doing this course has transformed my perspective of the bible. Its depth and true meaning. I have always been a fast paced person but this course has taught me the fruits reading the word and letting the word work in your spirit and giving it the freedom to transform you.

As i learnt and i learnt and i discerned i didnt realise it initially but it has slowly transformed me into a person who pauses and thinks and evaluates and lets the word of God work in me. I have always been a fast paced person, but doing this course going through the word and most importantly letting it sink has brought in a transformation.

I have been saved for and had the privilege and honours of serving the Lord in many positions. From Primary School teaching in a Christian School, to Missionary work in China, serving the Local church in various ways, outreaches to the Australian Indigenous community and many more.

It has been many years since I have studied and I thought that this stress free approach was the best for me at this stage of my life.

I’m very satisfied to learn with Axx

It’s is a pleasure for me

To know secret knwe on Bible

I surprised that im.going to be a good lear

My journey with God has been lifelong . Through everything I’ve learned and been through, He has been there .

My future goal is to seek opportunities to serve the Lord on a pastoral care area.

From the very beginning, God’s hand was on my life. Born in Newcastle to a single mother, my earliest years were filled with love, faith, and a strong sense of belonging. Due to my mothers situation she had to make a decision on whether to put me up for adoption or keep me. After three weeks she made the decision to keep me, but that meant she would stay in Newcastle and I would go to live in Northern NSW to live with my grandparents so my mother could work and support me. They not only nurtured me with care but also laid the foundation of my faith.

Church was more than just a Sunday tradition; it was a way of life. My grandfather was a deacon in the church and my Great Aunty faithfully served by teaching Sunday School and playing the organ and piano in church. From the pews to the pulpit, I was surrounded by people who lived out their faith with both joy and conviction.

Some of my fondest memories include attending Sunday School, saying bedtime prayers, and camping trips to the beach every Christmas holidays where I would participate in a program run by scripture union called Teenites and Minimites, These experiences instilled in me an understanding of God’s love and shaped my identity as His child, and faith was simple and sincere.

Looking back, I see God’s presence woven through every chapter of my life. No matter where I was, I’ve always been a child of God, nurtured by His grace and the faithful people He placed in my life.

When I was five, my mum got married, and we moved to Maitland in NSW. Life seemed stable at first — we lived in a nice middle-class neighbourhood, and two years later, my younger brother was born. But as time went on, cracks started to appear in my parents’ marriage.

One night, I woke up, and my mum was missing. I remember the fear that gripped me, not just of that moment but of the dark itself. That fear seemed to linger as our family faced more uncertainty.

Eventually, Mum and Dad decided to seperate and we moved back to my grandparents. It was during this time that my sister was born, and everything changed. My world felt different, uncertain, and heavy. We moved back to Maitland and mum and dad try to make things work but it was very short lived.

It was at this time I met Tammy, who became a bright spot in those years, but I wasn’t really allowed to spend time with her outside of school. At home, things were unravelling fast. My dad’s behaviour became frightening and dangerous. One of the most terrifying moments was when he held a knife to my mother’s throat I remember the fear that gripped me, thinking that she was going to die.

Amid the chaos, something remarkable happened — Mum found faith and gave her life to Jesus. Her decision marked the beginning of a transformation in our family. I started attending a neighbour’s home group with her, and it was there that I began to encounter God in a deeper way.

Not long after, we moved to a housing commission house, which was humbling but brought a strange sense of a new beginning. Despite the challenges, God was writing a story of redemption and hope in my life.

The year I was due to start high school began with heartbreak—my grandfather passed away in January. Losing him was a deep loss; he had been such a strong and faithful presence in my life.

Life changed as I navigated the teenage years. I was still friends with Tammy, but we began hanging out with different groups. I started attending youth group and became friends with Pam, who would become a close and meaningful part of my life. We had sleepovers, went to the drive-in every weekend, and shared countless laughs and secrets.

In 1982, everything shifted spiritually for me. I attended a Billy Graham Crusade and made the life-changing decision to give my heart to Jesus. It was a moment of clarity and hope, a light in the midst of confusion although short lived.

Not all moments were joyful. As I sought belonging and understanding, I faced painful experiences. One of my boyfriend’s brothers forced me into something I didn’t consent to, a traumatic experience that left deep wounds.

As I began asking questions about my father and understanding more about my past, Tammy’s life took its own twists and turns — she fell pregnant at 15. Our paths crossed again when my boyfriend moved into a flat and Tammy was his neighbour. This is also where I met Leanne, an encounter that would forever change my life.

It was through Leanne that I met my husband George. George was in a band with her boyfriend. Our connection grew, and soon I found myself facing a life-changing reality: I was 17 and pregnant and he was 33 and separated from his wife.

Even in the midst of mistakes, heartache, and confusion, God’s hand was there, gently guiding me. I didn’t fully understand it then, but looking back, I see His grace carrying me through it all.

Here’s a continuation of your testimony, capturing this intense and challenging chapter of your life with sensitivity and authenticity:

Becoming a mother at a young age was already daunting, but my pregnancy was complicated by gallstones. The physical pain was unbearable, leading me to become addicted to Pethidine. It was a rough start to what should have been a joyful chapter of life.

George and I struggled from the beginning. He was rarely home, often out gambling, which I had no experience with and didn’t recognise until I was in way too deep. We moved out of town where I was isolated, far from friends and family, and the loneliness became overwhelming. Then came the betrayal — George had an affair. When I confronted him, he hit me for the first time. That moment opened the door to a cycle of violence that would mark the coming years.

The violence stripped away my confidence and left deep scars — physical and emotional. Stretch marks became symbols of both motherhood and the toll of constant stress. We had no money, no support, and I found myself completely cut off from the world. The house was a mess, and I had lost the will to care, even for my newborn daughter. I was now 19 with two babies to care for.

We moved to Cessnock, into a housing commission house. Life there brought some escape as I made friends through the band scene at the local pub where George would play on a regular basis. The turmoil at home only grew worse. George had another affair, this time with a close friend and neighbour. When she became pregnant, she chose to have an abortion which I went with her for the procedure, not realising at the time that she had been sleeping with my husband.

Eventually, our relationship reached its breaking point. The separation was volatile, filled with violence and because he enjoyed the sport of shooting and owned guns, he would often threaten to shoot me. My life felt completely out of control.

Desperate for some sense of direction or control, I was drawn to tarot cards through friends. I was searching for answers, for a sense of hope, but what I didn’t realize the was that I was seeking it in all the wrong places. God seemed so far away and the shame I felt kept me running from Him

Even in those darkest moments, God hadn’t abandoned me. Though I couldn’t see it yet, He was still pursuing me and watching over me.

Life during this season was chaotic and unpredictable. I found myself in a couple of short term relationships, neither of which brought the stability I was searching for. At one point, a girlfriend moved in but life just became more wild — even my car was stolen during that time and life was all about the next party.

The chaos hit a devastating peak when my then husband kidnapped the kids. That was one of the darkest and most terrifying moments of my life. The helplessness and heartbreak were overwhelming but it was the wake up call I needed to start turning my life around.

In the midst of all the turmoil, I met someone. For a time, things seemed to be settling down. My girlfriend fell pregnant and eventually moved out, and life gained a fragile sense of order. I even reconnected with Tammy and introduced her to another friend of mine “Fish” rekindling a friendship that had always been meaningful.

During this time, I ended up volunteering for the Salvation Army as part of community service to pay off fines. The sheriff was a regular visitor at my door due to George’s involvement with numerous aliases and financial trouble.

Then came a turning point — I fell pregnant with again with my youngest child. It should have been a joyful time, but John’s addiction to pornography and my insecurities cast a dark shadow over our lives. Due to everything I had been through, I was diagnosed with PTSD at the age of 28.

Amid all this, I began seeking answers about my past and finally found my natural father. That search for identity and closure was both healing and challenging.

My relationship eventually fell apart. The weight of addiction, broken trust, and unresolved pain was too much to bear. I made the difficult decision to end things once and for all and move to Queensland, hoping for a fresh start and to get the family support I so desperately needed.

Through it all, God was still present, even when I couldn’t always feel Him. I was learning that His love never wavered, even when my life seemed completely off course.

As life continued, my mother remarried, and I found myself feeling completely lost and broken. The weight of all that I had been through left me searching for something greater — for peace, for healing, for meaning.

In that place of brokenness, I made the most important decision of my life: I gave my heart to Jesus. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly. I weighed up the cost, knowing that this choice would require surrender and change.

I’ll never forget the moment I stood singing, “Lord, I Give You My Heart.” Those words resonated deeply as I offered everything I had — my pain, my past, my future.

Not long after making the decision for Christ, I felt a strong prompting to do Bible College as a new Christian. It was there that I discovered my calling as an evangelist. God had taken all the broken pieces of my past and given me a heart to share His love and hope with others.

The journey wasn’t perfect. I struggled with everyday things, even trying not to swear. And I wrestled with the fact that I didn’t seem to love God the way other people did. But I kept pressing forward, trusting that God was patient with me. A beautiful season followed as I shared my newfound faith with friends. One by one, they came to know Jesus. Getting my 83 year old neighbour saved was a powerful moment where I saw God’s hand at work in undeniable ways.

Even as joy entered my life, challenges remained. Tristan was diagnosed with autism, and that news brought heartache and uncertainty. But in those moments of feeling overwhelmed, I cried out to God with a simple, desperate prayer: “Hold onto me, because I can’t hold onto You.”

Life continued to unfold in beautiful and unexpected ways. I met Tom, who taught me what it meant to love and be loved. God was teaching me not only how to receive His love but also how to build healthy, God-centered relationships.

There were also painful moments, finding out about my friend Tammy being murdered by “Fish” and later losing another very close girlfriend in a car accident, both of which shook me deeply. These losses taught me the urgency and importance of sharing God’s love with those around us and close to us.

Looking back, I see the woman God has redeemed. I’ve been an addict, a single parent, an abused wife, and a molested child. I’ve searched for love in all the wrong places. But none of those labels define me. God does. He found me in my brokenness and brought me home.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: No one is so lost that God can’t find them and bring them home. His love reaches deeper than any pain and lifts us higher than we could ever imagine

Through every trial and triumph, God has been faithful. I’ve learned that His love is not dependent on my strength but on His unwavering grace. No matter how far I felt from Him, He never let me go.

I am so grateful for the relationship I have with God, not because I have it all together, but because God has never stopped working in my life. I am living proof that His love transforms, heals, and holds us even when we can’t hold on ourselves. I have now been saved and walking with God for 24 years and it is the best decision I have ever made, not just for me but for future generations.

God’s word says, “Study and show yourself approved”, I look forward to continuing to share the Word of God with the new found knowledge I have received from Studying The Advanced Certification of Local Church Ministry.