Saved from Sins, Delivered from Demons
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Last published Wed, Jul 25, 2012
I had so many expierences with the holy ghost, Jesus, and more but chose to share one of my expierences on this site. It's about Me, Courtney being saved from sins and my demons. This is based on a true story that happened on June 27, 2012. But what will happen to me..? Will i remember what happened after being saved? Did I change my bad behaviors? Did it change my life?
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