Our Story

Aaron and Amanda RULE

Have personally experienced the challenges of life’s darkest moments and found victory through the redeeming grace of Jesus Christ. They firmly believe that God saved them so they could, in turn, help save others by sharing the life-changing message of His love and hope.

Over the years, they have shared their powerful testimony with audiences of thousands, connecting deeply with people by offering the hope they’ve found in Christ. Their mission is to lead others out of darkness and into the transformative light of God’s love. Many times they’ve witnessed how God has used their story to inspire, encourage, and bring healing to others, often connecting personally with individuals whose lives were touched by their message.

Their ultimate goal is to glorify God by being a vessel of hope, spreading His truth, and showing that no one is ever too far gone to be redeemed.

Aaron’s Testimony: 

I want to share with you my story of what I dealt with in my life. I accepted Christ in my life my freshman year in high school at miracle camp in Lawton, Michigan. All 4 years of high school, bullying tore me apart from the inside out. Bullies broke me mentally and physically. Throughout high school, my worst enemy was my locker, and it wasn’t because I could not remember my combination. The true reason why I hate lockers was because people would push me into them and laugh at me. But being thrown in lockers was not the only way I was abused. There was one time there was a piece of blacktop thrown at me my freshman year in highschool. The kid that threw the piece of black top at me laughed as I bled. It was inches from my temple and killing me. I suffer from a speech impediment and have headaches a lot. I also was tripped my sophomore year in high school and I fractured my right arm and hurt my right knee badly. My junior year I had scope surgery to repair my knee. I had complications from the surgery where my knee swelled so badly where the doctors thought I was going to lose my right leg, but luckily they got the swelling down in time. This both physically and mentally hurt me. So my life throughout high school was not easy nor fun, so I tried to come up with a solution to my problem, my problem called life. I was going to take a large amount of pain killers to commit suicide. But before I took the pain killers, I called my friend Kristen and she talked me out of doing it. I thank her for answering when I called because I would not be here right now if she didn’t. Through all these things that happened to me I felt Christ protecting me.

Amanda's Testimony

I may only be 31, but I’ve survived and overcome more than most could ever imagine. I’ve been a victim, an addict, an alcoholic, a musician, a soldier, a nurse’s aide, a patient, and, most importantly, a truly born-again Christian.

This is how my story begins:

Let’s skip over my younger years and start when I was a teenager. At the age of 13, I found myself at my fifth school. I was a new teenager, but I had already lived through more than most people could ever fathom. From a young age, I was heavily bullied and became the victim of crimes that no child should endure. The pain I experienced led me down a dark path of self-mutilation—my arms, wrists, and thighs were covered in scars from cutting myself in an attempt to numb the emotional pain. I also struggled with an eating disorder, starving myself, wishing I could disappear altogether.

There were countless times I found myself in the ER—due to overdoses, malnutrition, drunkenness, and passing out from the weight of it all. I endured so much trauma in my childhood that it left deep, deep wounds. But through it all, I survived by the grace and protection of God, His hand guiding me through the darkness.

The scars on my body are reminders of my past, but they also serve as proof of God's incredible healing. They’re not just marks of pain—they are testimonies of His love, His restoration, and His ability to bring beauty from brokenness. My life is like a jigsaw puzzle—each piece has a story, each piece has been shaped by both hardship and healing.

Then, on June 1, 2018, I had a life-altering fall. I tumbled down 15 wooden basement stairs, landing headfirst on a concrete floor. The impact shattered the front of my skull and my eye sockets, and I was plunged into a coma with less than a 10% chance of waking up.

Incredibly, I did wake up—but the journey was far from over. Everything traumatic that happened from 2018 to 2019 came in threes:

3-month coma

3 ventilators

3 craniotomies

And I died 3 times—twice during emergency surgery. I was dead for over five minutes.

And how many days was Jesus dead? Three. He was dead for three days. 

I have baffled every doctor, specialist, and surgeon who’s ever treated me. Yet through all the trauma, I kept smiling. They kept trying to psychoanalyze me, but eventually, they realized that I don’t dwell on negativity. I don’t get angry or upset. Some of us—though we’re a small group—simply refuse to let the hard things win.

I’ve even signed legal documents allowing some of my doctors to use my story to inspire and motivate other patients. It’s amazing to think that, even when I’m not in the same room, God is using my life to change others.

Since waking up, God has transformed me in ways I can’t even put into words. I am a walking miracle—literally born again. I was saved to save others, healed to help heal others. I am living proof that nothing is impossible for God.

I can shout the name of Jesus because He brought me back to life.