The Word of our Testimony: Jamie Adams

In tandem with our sermon series on the Book of Acts, we thought it would be helpful if the leadership of the church each shared their testimony. Testimonies are powerful. They’re personal stories of what God has done in our lives. Along with the blood of Jesus, Revelation 12:11 says that we overcome the Enemy by the “word of our testimony.” Our hope is that through this series of articles, your faith will be strengthened, you’ll get to know all of us better, and you’ll see that Jesus can and does redeem all kinds of people in all kinds of ways.

I was born and raised as a Christian and I remember praying the prayer of salvation next to my neighbor’s swing set around eight years old. I didn’t have the most emotionally stable childhood, but my faith never wavered and I always had somewhat of a relationship with Jesus.

That morning in July 2010 was kind of a blur to me, but I remember getting up at 5 am, getting ready and somehow making it to downtown Roanoke. I had been having issues with getting a full deep breath as well as having very deep chest pains for a few days. I had shared my concerns of not feeling well with Ryan, as well as my mom, and they both chalked it up to anxiety. I was 22, working full time in downtown Roanoke and living in Blacksburg with a Navy Veteran husband going to college for the first time – life was a little hectic. I took a moment and prayed, asking God to reveal if this was something serious and allow me to receive proper medical help, if necessary.

I walked through the big glass doors onto the 12th floor of the Poff Building, my coworker making a passing statement on how I didn’t look very good that morning in the elevator. I saw my coworker, Jenny, and immediately told her I felt like the room was spinning and I was going to pass out. She went to sit me down in her chair, but before she could do that I hit the floor. I was in full respiratory failure.

911 was dispatched and as I came to they were already there, checking my blood sugar and what not. I remember telling them that this was something more than just low blood sugar and I truly couldn’t breathe. I was transported by ambulance to Roanoke Memorial Hospital and there I was immediately surrounded by multiple doctors, nurses, and aids – I was turning blue. The doctor looked at me and informed me that I had massive blood clots in my lungs and that I would be admitted to ICU. I struggled for each breath, even with the aid of an oxygen mask and the beginning of multiple medications via IV. Each time I looked up from my hospital bed, more of my family was now crowded in the small ER room as more nurses and doctors squeezed past them to start treatments. I remember praying and thanking God for allowing me to receive help and I truly felt a spiritual presence with every breath I took.

After spending a week in ICU and a few days in a step down unit, I was released and brought home. I knew that God had spared my life for a reason; I just didn’t know what that reason was. (My mother later told me that outside the hospital room, the Hospital Chaplin had showed up and spoke to my family with the doctors who stated that my outlook did not look so great).

Ryan and I were attending Blacksburg Baptist Church at the time and I had just joined a women’s bible study and I felt like I was settling in to a church home. I asked to be re-baptized after I had fully recovered from my PE’s as I felt like it was almost a re-birth of sorts, especially with my relationship with Jesus.

In early 2011, Ryan had decided that the college life was no longer for him and he wanted to go into the work force, so in April 2011 we bought the home we live in now and moved here to Botetourt. I was exceptionally sad to have to leave the two women that I had the closest bond with at BBC, but I knew that God had a plan for my life. It took quite some time, “church shopping” to find Orchard Hills, but OHC was our polling location and I had been here many times, always feeling a pull to learn more about the church. We had no church home for around four years, and Ryan was never interested in visiting churches with me.

Two Sundays before Easter a few years ago, I decided to get up and go to the 11am service here at OHC, alone, but still confident that I was being led by something other than myself. During the prayer time, I went up to the left hand side of the prayer rail, knelt down and asked God to show me if this was supposed to be our church home, to stir in Ryan the same curiosity and openness that I felt about OHC. The next Sunday, Ryan was the one who got up first and asked if WE were going to church. The Holy Spirit was moving in ways I couldn’t comprehend, yet I was so incredibly grateful.

Fast forward a few years, and I am now leading the Communion Ministry, a ministry that I’ve always had a heart for, but never the opportunity to be involved in. Ryan has made multiple friends and become more involved with different aspects of this wonderful Church and we are involved in a Life Group that we love. We have seen the Holy Spirit work in our marriage, in our home, and in our relationships with friends and family as we’ve grown in our own relationships with Jesus. It’s pretty amazing what the Holy Spirit will do in your life, if you just open yourself to His Will.

Jamie Adams
Communion Ministry