One year ago, I saw a sign for a pentecostal church on the side of the road when I was moving to Atascocita. I was excited but a little reluctant to walk into the church by myself, but at the same time I felt drawn to be there for the first service. When I walked in that first Sunday morning a peaceful feeling came over me and I knew I was home! Everyone was so wonderful and I could feel God’s presence all around me! I hadn’t experienced the love I felt that day in years! Kandi LaCour

We have always believed there is a place called “there”. When we left after our first visit we felt we had it. We moved to the area in January 02. The church opened in July 02. We truly feel that God provided the church for us. We love Bro. & Sis. Martin and we are excited about the future. Bob & Kay Skidmore

It is irrelevant how long we serve the Lord, He will continue to amaze us! Six months ago, we were on a path of uncertainty. We felt very stagnate in our church. My job was uncertain due to our union contract getting ready to expire. Nine months previous to this, my immediate family, that had been attending the same church had relocated out of state. Our marriage wasn't in the best of shape. I was finding myself looking for reasons not to participate in church functions. Self pitty was fairly high. The Lord opened a door. I have always had a riverboat gambler mentality, probably from my gambling days. My cousin and her dad were doing some real estate ventures. I decided to check it out. One of our journeys took us here to Houston. Out of curiosity, I looked to see what church's were in the area. I saw one large church and one small one. So I glanced through the website of the small church since I am used to small churches. We flew into Houston to look at the 1st house we were contemplating investing in. As I walked through it, I felt a sense of "home". I told my uncle this was going to be OUR house. Naturally, the house didn't pan out. However, we are living in a house twice that size now. Once we were able to obtain this home, things started to click. Nevertheless spiritually, WE were far from where we needed to be. Fast forward to when we arrived in Kingwood. It is late Saturday night. Everyone was tired. We went to the store for some food. I asked my wife, "Are we going to church in the morning?" She replied, "Might as well." After coming into the first service, we were blown away by the difference in atmosphere from our previous church. I hadn't completly forgotten how to have church. The Holy Ghost still lived in me. So I said inside my heart, "I am jumping in with both feet and the Lord WILL have his way." THAT is when I realized, it was not a job, a house, or family, or church that brought us here. The Lord, my author, still has the pen in his hand, and WILL write a happy ending to my book. I will continue to be ferocious in my worship and take my liberty in praising Him. My family is making leaps and bounds. The impact that the Lord is having on my children is the best part. Of course, children will be children. But doesn't the Lord chastise those whom he loves? He didn't chastise me when I was stagnate. He simply gave me a new start. Thank you Jesus. David Woods

It was a Sunday night, the presence of the Lord was obvious. Saints were praying, and at the same time worshipping God early in our service. I walked over to Sis. Patsy Martin and briefly prayed for her. As I walked away from her, the Spirit of the Lord fell upon me. I began to speak in tongues and leaping for joy! As I came down, my injured hip failed to support my weight, and I caught myself on the row of chairs on the front row of the church. As I rose I knew that I was HEALED of a pain from an injury that had occurred initially while loading my tractor after mowing at the Royalwood Pentecostal Church, and later further injured again as I fell down 3 flights of stairs while on vacation in April. While I continued to worship the Lord, His presence became stronger as though I was personally talking with Him! I spoke in tongues for some time, having my first vision. There was a mushroom cloud like we have seen rising after the hydrogen bomb which was dropped during World War II. It seemed to be permeating through the local Atascocita neighborhood as it slowly dissipated. After service, Bro. Martin ask for my testimony of the nights experience of which I was a little short of proclaiming a complete healing. However, the following Wednesday night, I learned that not only I, but another saint was healed of a similar injury and pain. To this day, I have not had any pain from the hip injury! What is so strange about these healings...we were not praying for healing; just worshipping the Lord. I thank Him for healing me, and I believe the mushroom cloud in my vision was Gods way of letting me know, that if we do our part, Gods Spirit will move through our neighborhoods seeking out those that desire His works. May this testimony be a blessing to someone and my Gods blessing be upon you.

Sterling Burnett