Young girls, women and assistants always ask us what being a woman of God is. Each one has a unique experience. All who give their lives on the altar of the Lord Jesus become so special to him, everyone has their own individual experiences. During this journey, I realized that every day we become women of God as we live out what is written. To me this is the biggest difference between a woman of God and an assistant or a pastor's wife. Having a duty or position does not determine whether you are a woman of God or not, but when you live what is written, yes! It determines who you are to God. Often, men will not even know you are of God and one can be unnoticed by them, but not by God. There are many characteristics of woman of God, including: The woman of God is sincere She is a servant above all, not to men, but to the Lord She lives in dependence of the Lord She does not look to others, rather looks at her own life She knows the right time to talk She learns every day, growing spiritually with each experience, whether positive or negative, she learns. She does not give problems, but gives solutions She has good eyes, has the purity from the beginning, maintains the first love She aims to win souls, not to fill a church, but the Kingdom of God She is certain of her salvation She is always a testimony of faith and not of emotion All that is given for her to do, she does it with complete dedication She does not worry about what others think of her, rather what God thinks of her She is a source, a light that generates the energy of God, and bring others into the kingdom of God She is wise and others have pleasure in listening to her. Every woman can be of God if she practices His word. "Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."

EXPERIENCE WITH GOD - HE KNOWS WHAT IS BEST FOR THOSE WHO TRUST IN HIM

I would like to share a great experience I had with God. About 11 years ago I had surgery on my vocal cords in Brazil, for misusing my voice and my former profession, I had a lesion on my vocal cords, but at that time I had no result, I went almost three months without speaking, and even the doctor who did the operation was a little scared, but I used my faith, and with the help of a good friend (Mrs. Janna) who helped me every day in prayer, my voice gradually returned, but with hoarseness.
Time passed, but I was not worried, I did not have the answer I wanted, but I left it in God's hands, and went on.
5 years after that surgery and being in another country, doing God's work in the United States, I went through another surgery, encouraged by a friend who had known someone who had this same kind of problem. I did another surgery with a doctor in Texas, but had no result, and it only improved a little but with time, the hoarseness continued.
I always spoke with God, revolted, because on several occasions when counseling or even evangelizing, people would ask me if that was my voice, if it was normal, or if I was sick, if I had the flu, and inside I was revolted. I always asked God for healing through faith, but it was not the case and gradually God gave me the condition to do his work, I had no illnesses, but it was something that bothered me.
I always remember this verse in the Bible, one that I heard a man of God say almost as soon as I entered the church: ¨Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will do this¨ (Psalm 37:5).
At the same time that it bothered me, I was sure that God was in charge, and the answer would come in some form.
Two and half years ago, I moved to another country (Argentina), not expecting it, because I had lived six years in the United States, so in the beginning, it was a shock... because I never thought I would change countries. To be honest, I was sad, I had thoughts and questions of why???... But always in the faith, I remembered this verse: "He will do this¨, and said: Amen, Jesus, if this is what the Lord wants, I'm going with this faith. And when I least expected it, even in losing, God created a whole situation where I was blessed in almost every aspect of my life, mainly in the spiritual aspect: I grew, I matured and my communion with God was strengthened as never before. And my vocal cords? God put me in Buenos Aires, where they have the best doctor in Argentina, in the best hospital in Argentina, in the hands of the best experts, and used him in a great way, that he could not believe the outcome of the development of my voice.
He made a minor correction, a minor surgery and treatment with a speech therapist, who was also placed by God, with much experience, who had also been in Germany, and six months of follow up sessions, and after these six months, she released me and said: Claudia your development is amazing, it is incredible to see hear your voice then and now, YOU ARE DIFFERENT, and I said: the HOLY SPIRIT IS DIFFERENT...
When we have him, we trust that He is truly the one in charge, who cares for us like the lilies that do nothing, but they are beautiful, perfect...
How wonderful to see the work of God in our lives, and today I can say that he did not do what I wanted, I wanted to attend a service and be healed at that moment, but He wanted to use a doctor, He created a situation that I least expected, took me to another country, but the answer came. No anxieties, no worries, but always using my Faith...
"Those who trust in the LORD are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever."

THE FLYER

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service in church had ended, the pastor and his 11 year old son went through the city to hand out church flyers.
On a Sunday afternoon, when it was time for the Pastor and his son walk on the streets with their flyers, it was very cold and raniy outside. The boy was waiting and finally said:

- "Ok, Dad, I'm ready."

And his father asked:

- "Ready for what?"

- "Dad, it's time to take our flyers and go."

His father replied:

- "Son, it's very cold outside and raining a lot."

The boy looked surprised and asked:

- "But, Dad, don't people go to hell even on rainy days?"

His father replied:

- "Son, I'm not going out in this weather."

The child was sad and asked:

- "Dad, Can I go by myself, please?"

His father hesitated for a moment and then said:

- "Son, you can go. Here are the flyers. Be careful."

- "Thanks, Dad!"

In the rain, he went from street to street, walking giving out flyers door to door and to everyone he saw. After walking for two hours in the rain, he was all wet, but still had the last flyer. He stopped at the corner and looked for someone to give the flyer to, but the streets were empty. Then, he turned towards the first home he saw and walked along the entry to the door and rang the bell. He rang the doorbell but nobody answered. He rang again, but no one answered the door. He waited, but still no answer.
Finally, this soldier of Jesus turned to leave, but something stopped him. Once again, he went to the door, rang the bell and knocked hard. He waited, as though something was holding him there at the door. He returned to leave but this time the door opened slowly. At the door was an old woman with a sad look. She gently asked:

- "What I can do for you, son?"

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said:

- "Ma'am, sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU and I came here to give you my last flyer that will tell you all about Jesus and His great love."

Then he gave her the flyer and turned to leave. She called him and said:

- "Thanks, my son and may God bless you!"

The following Sunday morning the pastor was on the altar. When the service began, he asked:

- "Does anyone have a testimony or something to share?"

Slowly, in the last row of the church, an elderly woman stood up. When she began to speak, there was a glorious radiance on her face.

- "Nobody knows me in this church. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband died some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, when it was particularly cold and rainy, I had decided in my heart to end it. I had no hope or desire to live. So I took a rope and a chair and climbed the stairs to the attic of my house. I tied the rope on a wooden roof beam, got on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to jump when suddenly the doorbell rang and surprised me. I thought:

- "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will just go."

I waited and waited, but the doorbell kept ringing, and then the person began to knock hard. I thought:

- "Who the hell could it be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to visit me."

I loosened the rope from my neck and I headed toward the door as the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and saw who it was, I almost could not believe it, because at door was the most radiant and angelic little boy I've seen in my entire life. His smile, oh, I could not describe it! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that was dead long ago, to jump back to life. When his angelic voice exclaimed:

- "Ma'am, I just came here to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU."

Then he gave me this flyer that I now have in my hands. As the little angel disappeared into the cold and rain, I closed the door and started reading every word of this flyer.
I went to the attic to get my rope and chair. I no longer needed them. You see - now I am a child of the KING!
The address of the church was in the back of the flyer, I came here to personally say THANK YOU to the angel of God at the right time, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.
There was nobody who was not crying. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING echoed throughout the building, the Pastor Father came down from the altar and went to the front bench where the little angel sat. He picked up his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a glorious time like this, and probably the world has never seen a father so full of love and honor for his son, but there are millions of people suffering, desperate, hopeless, anxious, waiting for this phrase out of your mouth.

- "Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU and I came here to give you my last flyer."