Below are some examples of when God sends messages to us - true miracles.

A Prayer Answered. I had a toothache on one of my lower incisors, and I just brushed a bit harder, but then I decided to look at it and I saw a cavity that was on the gumline, and that scared me because as thin as that tooth is, it wouldn't take long to possibly get to a point for the tooth to fall out. Being between jobs, I had no money to go to the dentist right now, so I prayed for the cavity to stop growing, and I put Temparin in the hole after brushing really well, but I was self-conscious because it can be seen when I smile. After a few days, and still feeling the pain, I looked at it, and I had brushed off the Temparin - there was no cavity, now it was just an inflamed gum, which got better after diligent brushing and flossing and running a wooden toothpick along the gumline. My prayers were answered! And this is nothing short of a miracle.


Do you believe in miracles? We do. My wife and I have been Christians since early childhood and throughout the years we have been truly amazed in his faithfullness towards us and how he has kept his loving protective hands upon us throughout our walk with him.

Over and over he has manifested himself in various ways which confirms to us that there is indeed a loving and benevolent God who watches over those who serves him. Psalm 139: 13-16 eloquently states: " For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."

On December 15th, 2004 my wife and I were in a horrific motor vehicle accident and by all accounts we should have been seriously injured, if not killed. Instead, by the grace and mercy of God, we miraculously escaped from our demolished 1995 Windstar minivan with no broken bones, no internal injuries involving vital organs and no cuts that needed stitches! Surely the Lord had his hand upon us!

The night before the accident I worked a 12 hour shift at my place of employment and knocked off work the morning of the 15th. After I had a nap we departed for a day of Christmas shopping up in Moncton, New Brunswick. ( We had been planning to go up there in previous weeks and take my parents along but the weather wasn't the best so we stayed put. We finally left on the 15th but for some reason I did not feel like inviting my parents along so we went by ourselves. )

I was still tired and sleepy so my wife did the driving while I slept in the front passenger seat. We were traveling along a four lane divided highway at approximately 110 kilometres per hour when my wife became drowsy because of the heat. She closed her eyes for an instant and we drifted over to the left hand shoulder. My wife came to when she heard the sound of gravel and also the sound of the van hitting a metal highway marker. She tried to get the van under control and veered to the right, crossed both lanes, went down an incline and according to paramedic Keith Jarvis, rolled the van at least once or twice and hit a rock wall head on. The distance between the damaged highway marker and where we ended up at was approximately 70 paces or so. ( Another 10 seconds farther down on the road we could have gone off a bridge and fallen into a steep ravine.)

Damage to the van was substantial and it was written off by our insurance company. The windshield was shattered, rear window was smashed out , four side windows were smashed out, three out of four tires blew, both air bags deployed and the van's frame twisted and dented beyond repair.

When all mayhem was breaking loose all around us I can truthfully say before God that I did not see any damage being done nor did I hear any damage being done. I also did not feel any kind of impact whatsoever when we crashed into the rock wall. To me it was if we just pulled over and parked!

The only thing that I remember about it is my wife calling my name, opening my eyes and seeing that we were heading precariously close towards a rock face that seemed to be almost right on top of us. I remember thinking that we were going to be killed but yet I had complete peace of mind about it. The reason being is that I always believed that your life can be snuffed out without warning so I always made it a point to make sure that I was right with the Lord. I have known a lot of people around my age that were killed in accidents and the majority were not Christians that I know of. ( According to my wife I raised my hand to protect my face. )

The next sequence that I remember is realizing that we were stopped and I turned to my wife and asked her if she was okay and tried to reassure her. She had blood on her face and I asked her where the cell phone was. ( We had purchased the cell phone several weeks before that in case of an emergency. ) She replied that it was in her purse and I retrieved it. At that time I spotted a gentleman walking towards us and when he reached the van, I handed him our cell phone and asked him to call 911. When he was calling, I started to move around a little bit to see if there was anything broken. I had a drop of blood on the front of my nose, a few little specks on my hands where the glass sprayed and a little bit of discomfort below in my lower back on the left side but other than that I felt okay. Being truly amazed that we survived this harrowing ordeal I got out and took several photographs of the wreckage. The bystanders were starting to get concerned about me walking around so I sat back down in the van and one of them covered me with a blanket in case of shock. They were also looking after my wife. In hardly any time at all the mounties, fire department and the paramedics arrived.

I informed one of the paramedics that I had already been walking around but he advised me to be on the safe side, I should have a cervical collar on and be strapped securely on a spine board. Not wanting to take any chances in case complications set in I concurred and they did the same with my wife. We were transported in separate ambulances to the Sussex health centre which was only around 10 kilometres away. While there they examined us, took blood pressures, took x-rays and administered tetnus shots because of the broken glass. The x-rays came back negative, meaning no broken bones! They kept us for observation for a few hours and then discharged us with basically a clean bill of health. They did however prescribe an ointment for the bruise on my wife's cheek.

Victims have been in lesser accidents and fared much worse even to the point of losing their lives! Since our mishap there have been six people killed in four separate accidents in our area, the latest was a school teacher driving home from a March Break trip. According to newspaper reports the accident was possibly caused by driver's fatigue and it happened just a few minutes from where we had our accident. More chillingly it happened at the same time of morning ( around 10:30 ) under the same road conditions.

A friend of ours who is a deputy sheriff down in Maine stated to us that anytime he responded to an accident that involved a van rolling over it was "bad". Occassionally they would get a "breather", ( someone still living ) but not always. Another individual that we were in touch with said that she believes that we were "divinely protected". She is a former registered nurse and paramedic so she should know.

This is not the only time that the Lord has protected us on the highway. Less than two years ago we were heading to Hampton Bible Camp to volunteer our services for a week. My wife was driving and I had a strong inclination to advise her to reduce her speed in case a deer ran across the road in front of us. I let her know what I was thinking and she slowed down. No more than five minutes later a deer ran across the road, which was only a few feet away from us! That was the first time in all these years driving along that particular stretch of highway that we ever saw a deer.

Concidence? You decide!

As Christians, we do not understand why things happen but at the same time we should remember Romans 8: 28:" And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose." We believe that the Lord spared us to be a witness to him and to bring him the glory that he deserves. If our testimony encourages just one person, it will be worth it all!

In Christ, BLAIR AND BETH BARTLETT
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A Near Tragedy

My friend told me that years ago, when her son was a toddler, her husband was working on an electrical problem upstairs - he had the breaker flipped off for the area. My friend was in the kitchen area with her son and he was occupying himself peacefully. Suddenly he stood up and walked over to the breaker box - and flipped the switch off - the same one that had been switched off - somehow it flipped itself back on. My friend shudders each time she remembers this - and thinks of what could have happened had her son not done this. Some angel or guardian force must have directed him to flip the switch (perhaps message to my friend weren't being listened to and a child can pay attention better).


Angels Watching Over

I know I had someone watching over me - this was NO coincidence - it was a miracle of small proportions to most, but large to me at the time.

With my car in the shop for repair work, I had to drive me husband's very large Toyota Tundra truck until I get my car back. I had an appointment, and on the way I had to stop by the post office - there was only one parking place left as a car pulled out. I pulled in and did what I needed, got back in the truck getting ready to back out, and realized I cannot see a thing behind me - nothing. The truck sits too high with a topper and nothing shorter than the tall tailgate can be seen, and the traffic through the lot was awful. I slowly backed out a little, and saw a car go by, so I knew traffic was still coming. I backed up a little more and got this "push" telling me to go - so I backed out a bit more and saw a car that seemed to be waiting for the spot - so he was keeping traffic behind him, whew!

After this, I went to my appointment. Well, I had another problem - there were NO parking spaces. I finally saw one open and went down the aisle. I began to turn into the spot, and then I had a "push" to stop. I stopped and saw the back of the truck was less than an inch from the car next to it. I panicked and asked God what to do. I got out and didn't think I could go forward or backward without hitting the car. I was already late for the appointment, and started to cry. A woman then walked by with her baby and I said I had no idea how to get out of my mess and was scared. She put her baby in her car, and was parked right in front of me, and helped to tell me which way to turn and whether to go forward or back. At some point the cars touched and she kept me calm, still manuevering. She had offered me to drive into her spot and I asked if I could finally straighten it out and pull forward into her spot. She said she'll go then and I was able to pull into her spot, and not have to try to back out later. I wish I'd gotten to give her a proper thank you - but I hope she knows she was my saviour that day. I looked at both vehicles where they touched, and lo & behold, there was no damage at all - no paint, no dent, nothing but some dust wiped off the spot, which was very small - unreal. There is no question in my mind that she was sent to me, parked in that spot I desperately needed, and had the heart and time to help me. I was so thankful, thanking God for sending her, and hoping she can know how much she was appreciated.


Testing Faith

I heard. Literally, I heard. One day I decided to test my faith in God, though not test God, Himself. I asked God to send a bird down to rest upon an old dried up tree stump in my yard. I prayed for that very thing and went back into the house to sit at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. I prayed in faith and expectancy and then I waited with the tree stump in clear peripheral view as I read the newspaper. It wasnt a few minutes later when a robin, I think it was, flew down into the yard and hopped over to the stump and stood there for a few seconds before hopping along again. Awesome!

I thought then that I was onto something, and prayed for something better. I then began to pray in faith and expectancy for something even more miraculous - ultimately so. I then began to pray for the Lord to show Himself to me. This particular prayer went on for months. I even prayed for it in public, at a park, out loud, as people walked passed me while praying for it. Each day, several times a day, I looked to the sky fully expecting to see the face of God. As I mentioned, this prayer and looking to the sky went on for months but I saw nothing. So, as with the passing of time, my prayer and expectancy to see the face of God also passed. I no longer prayed for it - I no longer looked to the sky. Then one day, a few months after I had stopped expecting to see God, the Lord called my name. Yes, I repeat - the Lord called my name. I recall every detail with perfect clarity. I was lying on the bed reading a Kennedy family biogrophy. All the sudden I heard my name being called in ONE ear, my right. It was not an audible calling in the way you and I would hear each other while conversing. This voice was heard from deep within my ear, not outside in the atmosphere. It began as a whisper, then greatly intensified in volume. As it intensified in volume, a beautiful, highly euphoric sensation ran up the right side of my head to the top, while simultaneously running down the right side of my neck and under my chin. It coated the whole right side of my head and neck. It was very warm and tingly. Think of pouring a bowl of warm syrup over the top of a basketball - thats how the voice and the feeling spread from deep inside my ear - my right ear ONLY - and up the side to the top and down the right side of my neck. His voice sounded like a crowd at a pro football game when the winning team makes a touchdown OR the roar of a crowd at a concert OR like when your television cable goes out and all you hear is static - it sounded like static, but static that could verbalize. It started faint then intensified all in two to three seconds. "gggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" I jumped out of the bed and braced myself against the desk and just stood there bewildered, in laymens terms - i was "totally freakin' dude!" I just stood there for a while with my hands against the desk, bracing myself, my mouth hanging open - stunned. There was no doubt in my mind what had just occurred. Nothing of that magnitude has ever happened before or since. I am not insane - period. Later that day, I cried. This was a miracle - no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Sometimes I still get emotional when thinking of it. God did NOT have to do that for me, yet He did - He DID! Sometimes, I ask myself why He did it for me, and then I always remember - because I asked Him to and believed He would and expected it. True, He did not show Himself to me, but he called my name - supernaturally so. I am just an ordinary person, a sinner. I have my crosses to bear and my issues to overcome. I have had a difficult life - the hate and unkindness of other people, who dont honor God and dont have a relationship with Him are what make this life difficult. But, I believe in God and I believe in divine purpose, and divine preparation for that purpose. There is no logical, earthly explanation why this happened. I am just another of Gods humble children who doesnt think he is any better or any worse than anyone else whether it be a homeless person lying in the gutter, or the president of the United States. I believe in God.

This was maybe six or seven years ago. Since then, Ive "gone one better" again and began praying for a miracle so grand that it would change my life and the lives of a good many people, for the better, mind you. I have been praying and believing and expecting for years now concerning this miracle blessing to no avail - YET! But I believe. Even when the frustration and disappointment of no manifestation grip me and try to defeat me and sway me to renounce my faith, I still believe. My faith is a flame that fluctuates from an intense white hot to a mere flicker - but it NEVER dies - NEVER. Its still there - I believe.

Gods blessings to all. Thank God for all blessings for all people for all time.
With love eternal,
G. Ray


Smooth Move

Wow - amazingly our move went pretty smoothly - a few glitches but overall wonderful. We were looking for a house and looked through a lot - one house went up for sale and we saw it on day 1 (my husband) and I saw it on day 2, then took my daughter back to see it. We all loved it - the prior owner had put so much work into the home and it was like new in many, many ways. The floor plan worked and it was in a perfect location. We put an offer on it and it was immediately accepted - no going back and forth. It's like there was a plan, we were destined to be here. God answered our prayers, made things work so smoothly.


Sorrowful Goodbye

Our beloved previous next door neighbor George passed away, just short of reaching 100 years old. My husband asked me to send flowers to the family (George had lived for 30 years in the same home as his daughter and her husband, through their kids and grandkids). I picked out a bouquet in a basket, and the counter person asked me if I wanted to send a card. I said yes, picked up the pen and could think of nothing to write, not one word. I went blank. Then I thought I need God to tell me what to say, and I put the pen down and the words flowed. It was simple, and went something like this: "George was a saint, both in life and now. We loved him. Bless you for being the caretakers you have been." And some other words I cannot remember. Well, I trusted it was ok and was done. Then my husband spoke with the family a few days later and they went on about the note. Today we got a thank you note from them and it stated that my note was extraordinary and made them all cry. It was only a few simple words, but it made some sort of impact - I think it was because the words came from God through me.


From Holland

I'm from Holland and i would like to share my story with you.

I'm a 20 year old student in Amsterdam. Things were not going great for me at all.

Every night i cried and felt so allone, i couldn't even think about my future because i was so scared of it.

See my school is very important for me and my mother got great expectations of me, wich can be difficult now and then.

Anyway, to stay on college all students kneed at least 80 points in the second year, so not; your dismissed and have to begin all over again, and i already was in my second year. I had only 76 points, and was waiting for these 4 points i thought i had left over. So i had to wait for a week to get these points together, they weren't registrated yet by 2 teachers. I praid allot, cried allot and became depressif, nothing made me happy.

I remember crying in my room and my litle brother (3 years) came in and he asked me; "what is going on?", (i know...this sounds crazy) i told him i was feeling sad because things were not going great and then he said to me like a adult would say it: "Don't cry, i'm here with you, don't you know that i love you?". I looked at him, i was stunned, i mean wich 3 year old boy talks like that?? I knew it was God speaking...i felt it too, i was 100% sure God was with me...after he said that he hold me and i got calmed.

Later that week, the school informed me by phone that i couldn't go back and i was dismissed. That moment was like hell for me...i wasn't myself anymore, i wanted to kill my self, i had all of these crazy thoughts. What would people think of me? i couldn't even make it on school... this is how i felt. I cried and yelled, nobody was at home but me. I never felt so much pain and i was never that scared before...the whole time i knew that God was there for me, but i was still very scared! I felt like this was the end for me. On my darkest hour God calmed me down he spoke to me and said call your school back, so i did..and i told this person that i was still missing 4 points, it seemed that the 2 teachers still didn't registrated my points on the intranet. Now i do got my points and i can finish my college with the will of God, see when the school informed me that i couldn't come back i was destroyed, i would never be able to call back and put the record straight, if it wasn't for the voice of God.

He is Amazing, He is my Father and from now on i will not make decisions without him. Praise the Lord.


Lost & Found

We are getting ready to move, and while I have been packing and cleaning, I have not wanted to ruin my newly replaced wedding ring, so I regularly take it off so not to scratch it or have something happen to it. I have a certain place I keep it, but decided I should not keep it there in case I forget to wear it and then when the house is shown, it would be easy for someone to take. So I have been placing it prominently on the counter with my hair barrette so I will know to wear it or put in my pocket.

One morning I got ready as usual and was going out of town, with the realtor coming by prior to my leaving. The next day would be showings coming through and I had a lot to get ready before I would leave. So when I pulled out of the garage and began to drive, I noticed I didn't have my ring on. It wasn't in my pocket, and so I went back to the house. I looked everywhere I had been, everywhere I might have put it (like in the pocket of the jeans I wore the day before, and where I had a habit of keeping it). I found it nowhere, and I knew I had to leave. I just hoped that no one would find it, or it was in my purse and I'd find it after I got to the motel.

I prayed that I would find it, and no one else would. I was so worried, and I did not find it in my purse. I was beginning to panic. I knew I could do nothing until I got back to the house. Once I got back later the next day I looked again, tried to retrace all my paths from the prior day. I then realized I had not seen it in the morning with my barrette - so where was it? I could not find it anywhere, and jut prayed about it. I took a break and then pulled my dresser out in case it fell behind, and asked my daughter to climb back and look - nothing. I pushed the dresser back and straightened out the cloth over the dresser, and to do that I had to lift part of the stereo, and I felt something move. I wiggled it out and it was my ring! There is no way it could have ended up there on its own, or by my putting it there. Somehow it ended up there and a "push" was given to me to need to straighten the cloth, which normally would not bother me. It was a miracle, no less! I now keep it in my wallet in the change portion until we got done with the move.


Travel Miracles

As my daughter and I travel between the mountains and Denver on a weekly basis, we find instances when we know God is watching over us.

=> One time we were on icy roads and there were cars in front, at a good distance from us, and the same with cars behind us. I felt pretty good about the distance on those roads. Came to a dry stretch but there was ice again so I put my brakes on before the ice to slow down and to let the cars behind me know that they need to slow down. It was on a downhill portion of the road, and I saw a slow farm vehicle that the cars in front had to slow down for. I knew I needed to keep a slow speed because when I catch up to them I'd be going downhill and having a hard time slowing down. Then I looked at my rear view mirror and saw a big pickup truck fishtailing and coming up on me fast. There was also a frieght truck coming toward us in the other lane (only 2 lane road). I wasn't sure what to do - speed up to give him time to slow - but he was coming too fast to make that work plus I risk crashing into the vehicles at the bottom, or bailing into the snow on the side of the road - and risk having him do the same on top of me. All I could do was maintain my speed as it was and pray hard. I prayed to know what to do and please save us from this impending danger. I looked in my rear view mirror and I could not even see his headlights anymore I knew this was bad, so I closed my eyes and prayed that I trusted God to help us get through it. At the moment I opened my eyes I saw a huge cloud of snow behind us, and my daughter was saying "Oh my God" over and over. She saw the truck bail off the road and flip over throwing all its load all over the place. There was nothing I could do nor anywhere to pull over. I asked my daughter to call 911 and report the accident. Then we stopped in the next town and ran into a highway patrolman and a patrol chaplain. We told them about the ordeal and he said the 911 dispatch had come in and he asked me some questions, and said we did the right thing. Later I called to find out how the guy was in the truck and he was lucky with only minor scrapes and bruises - he must have had his seatbelt on. We were thankful for the outcome in this situation.

=> We have had car troubles during the drive - once the wiper on driver side flew off the moment we got out of the torrential rain - and cleared up the remainder of the way (I now keep a spare pair in the trunk). Also - my car is an imported limited edition car, so bear in mind this particular car has no dealer or shop in the mountains anywhere near us to repair or get parts. I can only get work done in Denver on it unless it's simple, like an oil change.

=> Once we lost the thermostat apparently and the engine was running pegged out in the cold area, which put the engine light on. We stopped, then got on our way and found that running the air conditioner kept it stable. We had to go back to Denver the next week so we ran with the air conditioner on in the cold, and we had to pull off once. Got to Denver and we were able to get it to the shop and fixed.

=> Once we had a low tire but had to go so I pumped it and hoped it made it - it held pressure the entire trip so I wasn't sure if it had a hole, but it went low a couple days later. I took it to the tire shop and they found a 4 inch nail in the tire - so we were lucky to make the trip without getting stranded with a flat tire!

=> The day we were supposed to drive back to Denver, a big snowstorm came up and we decided not to drive in it. We went out in the Denver snow to go catch a movie, and some guy honked at me to roll down my window. He said I have no brake or back lights at all. So when I could I pulled off and had my daughter check - no lights. I called the car service department and they let me come in at the end of their day to diagnose it. It turned out to be a blown fuse in the engine area, not the fuse box - we would not have found this out on our own. So once again we were being watched over and corrected a potentially dangerous situation before it became critical. The next morning when we took off it was very heavy fog, and even snowing in places - no way could anyone have seen my car without the back lights!

=> I know our God is watching over us - how can all these situations, and all the below situations, be just coincidental?


My story:

This began when my mother passed away. She had been suffering from dementia at a young age, then developed some complications and became gravely ill. She had a stroke, and was largely paralyzed. She hadn't known us for the past year, but near the end, her mind cleared up to know us. She could not talk, barely could move, but she REACHED for us, and her eyes connected fully with us, showing us her love, and showing us she followed us. She could understand us more than in the past three years. This was a blessing for all of us, and I know it was by God's grace that she was allowed to think more clearly. And, someone at the nursing home had brought a radio into her room on the evening of her death, and had placed a Christian station on. I thank that person.

After she was gone, we had to make funeral plans, and we needed to find passages and hymns. We weren't totally sure which hymns she would like, but we chose "A Mighty Fortress is Our God", since it is the "theme song", if you will, of Lutherans. We knew she KNEW that hymn, so it made sense to use it. My daughter chose "Jesus, Remember Me, When You Come Into Your Kingdom". That had meaning and was sweet – for my little 5 year old to choose for her Grandmother. Then we didn't know which other hymn. My father remembered a hymn in Finnish that she liked, but he had no idea of its English words or tune. He said some of the words in Finnish, did a rough translation, and my sister (who does not go to church, is absolutely not familiar with a Lutheran Book of Worship, and probably has never opened one up) picked up the Lutheran Book of Worship, flipped straight to a page, and began reading the words of a hymn, "For the Beauty of the Earth." She showed the book to my father, and asked if that was the song. He read it and said it was the English words of the hymn. How she flipped right to it with no clue is a testimonial of God's direction. The song was a very appropriate song. The service was beautiful.

In the meantime, we decided to cremate her, to set her free and not locked in a box. She had been locked up in that body, trapped in the dementia for too long. We wanted her to finally be free. The dilemma we had is where to place to her ashes. My sisters and I thought of places she loved. In Colorado Springs, in the mountains near our old cabin, in Finland (her birthplace). They felt perhaps in the mountains, near our cabin we grew up at. On the way to the funeral, while driving, very, very strong images were put into my mind. They showed the place in the mountains, on a cold winter day, snow melting, cloudy, gray, and very, very lonely. It told me she was not to be placed there. Then I saw images of her friends, us, sunny days, her homes over the years, and Pikes Peak. It was very strong. It told me she was to be on Pikes Peak, overlooking her homes and her friends, and her family (one sister still living there). She would be remembered, not forgotten. We can visit the spot, but more importantly we can look at that majestic mountain and identify it with her. I can see it nearly every day in the distance on my drive. My other sister, who is out of state, has so many photos of Pikes Peak that she can look at those and think of Mom. Plus, there are quite a few photos in different places of Pikes Peak and that will allow us all to think of Mom as we see them. Her friends will remember her when they look at the mountain. So I told my sisters, before the funeral, that Mom needed to be on Pikes Peak, and why. One sister said she was pushed to think about Pikes Peak that morning, as well, but didn't connect it. So it was unanimous – her ashes would be placed on Pikes Peak, in a good place to overlook her familiar areas. It felt right. It felt like she would be at peace.

Then, our church had its annual Thanksgiving pie social on the eve of Thanksgiving Day, one year later. It was one year on the night that Mom died. I decided church would be a place of comfort that evening, so we went. What happened that night gave me amazing peace. During the service, the bell choir played a song on the bells, "For the Beauty of the Earth". I was moved, and looked at my watch – the time was THE time they Mom's estimated death. I knew it was a message, to tell me she was at peace. It was too peaceful and too much to be any coincidence. It was a message. When I told my sisters, one of them reminded me that Mom used to collect bells (and she had a passion for bells), so how appropriate the song was, to be played by the bell choir (not to mention sparing me having to sing the words on such an emotional evening). I know there were messages from above – there is no question in my mind. It is NOT "coincidence" – not this many times, all those specific things.

Shortly ago, on Mother's Day, at church, the first song of the day was "For the Beauty of the Earth" - a strong reminder of my mother and her peace. Then also "Jesus, Remember Me" was played and sung in the service. I think it was another message to make me think of her, and to let me know she is at peace, and may be watching over us.

On the service just prior to her birthday, the readings, the gospel lesson, and Sunday school class, were all in some way relating to the story of Lydia (which was my mother's middle name, Lyydia). I don't think there has been that much concentration on a single person in one service plus Sunday school, other than Jesus, of course - so I thought it might be another push of a message for me, to think of her, and to know her birthday is coming. To let me know she is in some way with us.

This year, Thanksgiving fell on the day my mother passed away - and we went to the Thanksgiving Eve service on the evening prior. In that service, the choir sang "For the Beauty of the Earth" and it was done differently but the words were the same, so I received comfort once more. Then it occured to me - the "push" we got to use that song in the funeral - what was the reason? Is it a custom that our church presents that song in some way every year? Was that why there was a "push" for it, so I will be reminded and comforted each year? Or is it that the choir director gets a "push" each of the last two years to include it in the service? I don't even think I will ask her if it's a yearly tradition - I know it's a miracle either way, and still a sign of comfort.

I am convinced there are many more messages for us, if we listen and notice. We discount so many messages, but they are there. You might have to try to be more aware, and get that "coincidence" thinking out of your head. Once you accept, I think you'll notice more. It's there, if you accept and notice and listen (sometimes using other senses, as well). There is no way anyone will convince me this wasn't a message.


A Teenager Believes:

It is the proof (to me that is) that there is a God and that he will help anyone who ask his help.

My story begins last August. It was a Friday night and I decided that I would go to my local church dance. My church has a dance every Friday night from 9 to 12midnight for YSA (young single adults such like me). Well I've been to like three dances before that and I really didn't like what I saw. I called the dances "The Dances of Sodomite", although each time I went I thought it would perhaps be different, but of course they all end up being the same. So on this night I decided to leave my glasses at home. I thought if I couldn't see the illicit behavior it wouldn't affect me as much. I was wrong about that.

Now I had to get a ride to the dance, but the person who gave me the ride told me (at the dance that is) that he and some of his friends were going to the movies, and he asked if I wanted to go too. I said no because lately the movies that were playing then were garbage. So he arranged for some girl to drive me home. I was like "Okay." After the dance, the girl that was supposed to drive me home knew I wanted to go home, but didn't care too much. She was too busy talking to her friends. So I said to myself if she doesn't stop talking in 30 seconds I'm walking home. Knowing that I live like 10 or maybe more miles away. So thirty seconds passed and I got up and left. Now without my glasses I would be considered legally blind. So I walked passed some kids, who acted like they wanted to start something. So I proceeded pass them and walked like a block ahead, then I decided that maybe the girl is done talking now. So I decided to go back, but not the same way I came because I didn't want to fight with anyone (not that the kids wanted to fight, but I didn't feel comfortable walking passed them before). So I thought that maybe the area is like the area around my house. You know a square block. But I was wrong, so like for 2 hours I was lost in a blurry scenery. Then I started cursing at God yelling at him to help me find my way back to the church. I was cursing at him and calling him an idiot and all sorts horrible things.

After doing this for like another hour, me there crying like a little kid who wants to go home so badly, I put my head in my hands and said "Just lead me back to your church, give me a sign or something" Well it wasn't exactly that, but it was something close to that.

Then I heard a noise, a light post was making a noise. At first I thought it was the kids I have passed eariler. Then this feeling told me to follow the noise. So I followed the noise up until the first light post. Then the noise stopped and I was like "Of COURSE, THANKS GOD" then the noise came from another direction, It kept doing this in a zigzag motion up until I reached the church.

Unfortuneately because I cursed at him so much and stuff I ended up spending the night on the church ground. Dodging crickets and ants. But I was cool with that.

Now some people might believe that it was all just a coincidence. Maybe if I only heard one light post, but how does anyone explain how, when following the post sounds leads to the church of which I was begging God to lead me.


Coming Back to Life

HELLO AND GOD BLESS YOU!

I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE A TRUE STORY WITH ANY ONE

THAT WOULD LIKE TO READ AND TAKE HEAD!

LET ME SET THE SEAN FOR YOU IT WAS IN THE YEAR 2001. I AM A CHRISTIAN HAD KNOWN THE LORD AS MY SAVIOR SINCE 1992. I HAVE BEEN DIABETIC SINCE CHILDHOOD INSULIN DEPENDENT NOT CONTROLLED AT ALL. I HAD STOOD IN PRAYER LINES BELIEVING GOD WOULD DELIVER ME FROM THE SHOTS I HAD TO TAKE TWO TO THREE TIMES A DAY ."HE DID" BUT NOT PRAYING FOR A HEALING FROM THE DIABETIC I STILL HAD IT.

OK NOW FOR THE REAL REASON I, AM. IN 2001 IT WAS AT THE END OF MARCH I WAS PUT IN THE HOSPITAL. I HAD A BLISTER ON MY BIG TOE ON THE RIGHT FOOT IT BECAME INFECTED AND INFECTED THE ONE NEXT TO IT. THE DOCTORS SAID IT HAD TO COME OFF. OH YES I HAD FAITH THAT THE LORD WOULD AND COULD HEAL IT. BUT I ALSO FEEL THAT GOD GIVES DOCTORS WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE TO HELP WITH THE HEALING. AND GIVES US WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE TO KNOW WHEN TO GO TO THE DOCTOR. SOME OF WHAT I, AM ABOUT TO SAY IS WHAT MY CHRISTIAN BROTHERS AND SISTERS HAVE TOLD ME BUT YOU NEED TO KNOW TO HELP YOU SEE GODS MIRACLE. I WAS TAKEN INTO SURGERY ONE MORNING THEY REMOVED THE TWO TOES THAT WERE INFECTED I CAME OUT I DO NOT REMEMBER COMING OUT OF SURGERY AT THIS POINT THIS IS WHAT MY HUSBAND SAID HAPPENED. THEY SEWED MY TOES UP. THEY WERE GOING TO LET ME GO HOME A COUPLE DAYS later I WAS TALKING AND DOING FINE. THEN MY TEMP SPIKED IT WENT TO 106 GANGRENE BACKED UP THROUGH MY SYSTEM. THEY TOOK ME BACK TO SURGERY TO OPEN THE WOUND AND CLEAN IT UP. I HAD A HEART ATTACK ON THE TABLE WHEN I CAME OUT I WAS ON TOTAL LIFE SUPPORT. MY FAMILY WAS ALL CALLED IN MY DAUGHTER AND HER HUSBAND FROM INDIANA. MY MOTHER, SISTER AND HER FAMILY FROM FLORIDA. THE DOCTORS HAD TOLD MY FAMILY I WOULD NOT LIVE THROUGH THE NEXT HOUR AND WHEN I DID THEY SAID I WOULD NOT EVER BE ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. BUT I KNOW THE GREATEST PHYSICIAN. WHILE ALL THIS WAS GOING ON I WAS IN COMA FOR THREE WEEKS I LAID MY FAMILY IN TEARS (MY FAMILY NOT KNOWING THE LORD) TRYING TO GET MY HUSBAND TO UNPLUG ME HE SAYING "I CAN'T TAKE SOMETHING I DID NOT GIVE HER"NOT THINKING THAT EVEN WITHOUT THE SUPPORT IT WAS UP TO GOD.

ALL MY CHRISTIAN BROTHERS AND SISTERS CAME AND WERE THEIR PRAYING CONTINUOUSLY AND THERE WAS STRIFE BETWEEN THE CHRISTIAN FAMILY AND THE FAMILY.

WHILE ALL THIS WAS HAPPENING I WAS TAKING A TRIP! I HEARD OF TUNNELS BUT I WAS IN WHAT I WOULD CALL CORRIDORS LONG ONES I KEPT WALKING YES I TOO SAW THAT LIGHT I HAVE HEARD OTHER TALK ABOUT I WALKED FASTER THE CLOSER I GOT THE FASTER I WALKED. I GOT TO THE LIGHT IT WAS SO BRIGHT I BOWED MY HEAD I STEEPED THROUGH THE LIGHT AND YES LIKE IN THE SONG WHAT SIGHTS I BEHELD. AND I WISH I COULD SHARE THE FEELING WITH YOU I HAVE TOLD OTHER THAT IT IS BETTER THEN ALL THE GOOD FEELING DESCRIBED IN THE DICTIONARY. WHEN I LOOKED UP IT WAS STILL SO BRIGHT. TO THE RIGHT OF ME WAS A TREE IT WAS PERFECT I SAW NO FRUIT BUT KNEW IT WAS THE TREE OF LIFE. THE GRASS WAS SO GREEN NO BROWN IN IT JUST GREEN. THEN I SAW THIS RIVER IT WAS SO CLEAR IT WAS RUNNING GENTLY. I LOOKED ACROSS THE RIVER AND THE CITY WHAT A CITY THE MANSIONS WERE PLACED LIKE THE MOUNTAINS IN KENTUCKY OH SO BEAUTIFUL. I KNEW THEIR WERE STREETS OF GOLD BECAUSE IF YOU ARE GOING DOWN THE ROAD AT NIGHT AND YOU SEE LIGHT OVER A CITY IT WHITE THE LIGHT THAT GLOWED OVER THE CITY WAS GOLD. YES I SAW LOVED ONE MY GRANDPARENTS, A YOUNG FRIEND THAT HAD PASSED NOT LONG BEFORE WITH CANCER SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL HAPPY SMILING AND MY GRANDSON THAT HAS YET TO BE CONCEIVED HE WAS A LITTLE YELLOW GLOW WITH JUST A FACE MY GRANDMOTHER WAS HOLDING HIM AND SHOWED HIM TO ME. I DON'T KNOW WHY I KNOW HE IS A BOY BUT I DO.

I STOOD AT THE RIVER FOR A LONG WHILE TRYING TO FIGURAL OUT HOW TO GET ACROSS THAT RIVER WITHOUT MESSING IT UP I WOULD LOOK AT THE WATER THEN AT THE CITY LONGING TO GO ON HOME. THEN I HEARD THIS STERNA BUT SOFT VOICE HE SAID THESE WORDS I'LL NEVER FORGET "MY CHILDREN HAVE LOOKED FOR MY COMING FOR MANY YEARS BUT I WILL NOT COME I WILL SEND MY SOONER THEN WHAT THEY THINK" WHEN HE SAID HIS SON I KNOW IT WAS GOD SPEAKING TO ME I BOWED MY HEAD I FELT SO UNWORTHY AND STILL DO FOR HIM TO SPEAK TO ME THEN HE SAID "MY CHILDREN THAT KNOW ME AND DON'T SHARE ME WITH THE YOUNG WILL ANSWER FOR MANY SOULS". HE THEN SAID "GO TELL" I KNEW I WOULD NOT BE CROSSING THE RIVER. I SAID"I WANT TO STAY" HE SAID"GO TELL" I SAID "PLEASE" HE SAID "GO".

I WOKE UP I STARTED TO CRY I WANTED TO GO BACK EVEN IF I COULD NOT GO ALL THE WAY HOME JUST TO STAND AT THE RIVER AND FEEL THAT FEELING AGAIN. OH THEIR IS SO MANY OTHER THINGS THAT GO WITH THIS STORY BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING HAS BEEN SAID AND DONE I HAVE BEEN OBEDIENT TO ALL THAT WILL TAKE HEAD.

MAY GOD RICHLY BLESS YOU KEEP YOU UNTIL WE ALL GO ALL THE WAY HOME.


"Angels" and Saviors Among Us:

It was New Year's Eve 2003 - and I had taken my car to the shop for a tune up and overall check. It had been starting rough, sometimes not at all, perhaps flooding. They checked everything out and pronounced the car fine and healthy.

For New Year's Eve, I had planned to take my 9 year old daughter to the zoo's "WildLights" display, as she loved it so much and that was its last night. We figured the car was ok, but we went early "just in case" we had to sit in the parking lot trying to start the car for awhile before getting home. We had a great time at the zoo, and went to the car. I should mention that my husband was in the mountains, skiing, and would not be home for another day or two.

Somehow, the car started right up easily. So we planned to go directly home. Unfortunately, the "check engine" light came on, and also I looked at the gauge which was red-lined at hot. I thought we were going to have a problem, as it was after 7 pm - no auto shops would be open. I had to stop, but I also had to find a safe place to stop with a phone. There was a Taco Bell another 2 blocks down, so I pulled in. I believe I caught the engine light pretty much right away, but we'd driven a total of about 8-9 blocks from the zoo.

As I pulled in, a worker pointed and said "your engine is smoking" - I had not realized that, but it did not surprise me. Her name was Ruth. She had me pop the hood and try to cool it off. She ushered us into the Taco Bell and got a phone book, plus handed me her cell phone. She also handed us two cups to get a soda since she knew we were tired and frustrated, and perhaps needing a drink. We got water - it sounded the best to us during this ordeal. I tried calling several auto repair and parts places - no answers.

Ruth had gotten water and began pouring it into the antifreeze reservoir, and it sucked out immediately. She kept pouring it in until it held level. She figured I could get down to the gas station a few blocks away, limping like that. She knew the attendant there and figured he could help us. She also had us load up several cups of water just in case.

I tried to start the car and of course it did not want to start, so we sat as we had become accustomed, and waited. Tried again after awhile, and it did not start. Ruth went into the Taco Bell and came to tell me she had asked a couple of guys if they could help. Turned out they were just hanging around for the past 2 hours, just chatting after they had eaten.

They came out and one asked to get into the car to try to start it, but wanted to pop the hood so the other guy could see. I wasn't quite certain of this, but then again my car wasn't exactly going much of anywhere, so I hopped into the back seat so I would be in the car with my daughter. He started the car up without much trouble, but it idled hard. They tried to look and figure the car out, but saw no indication of anything going on with it. The one guy asked where we were going and offered to follow us to a major intersection near our home, but not follow us to our home. He showed his ID to Ruth, so she can be sure to report it if something happened - he knew there are some bad people out there so he was just being cautious on his side.

As I tried to pull out of the parking lot, with Al on his motorcycle, I saw the car redline at hot again, so I honked to get Al back over. He looked under the hood, and said to follow him to the gas station. We went 2 blocks and there was one. We pulled in and popped the hood. Al went in to ask about antifreeze, and there was only one left.

Al opened the main cap to the radiator and looked it over - he felt certain that the thermostat was sticking, and the reservoir was not getting anything to the radiator. He poured in antifreeze after he poured in the water from Taco Bell. Probably got a mixture pretty close to 50-50. The guy from the gas station was very nice and helpful - he was impressed that Al was so helpful. He remarked that not all people are bad, and on a night like this we need to be careful.

All this time, my daughter kept telling me that God guided us to Taco Bell this night, because all the help we needed was right there. Ruth, Al and his friend waiting for 2 hours, and the gas station so close by. No way was that all a coincidence. You know, I believe this to be true. I told the gas station guy what she had told me and he said that was a very good thing to think. I think it warmed his heart.

Al mixed water in with the rest of the antifreeze, and said it was safe to go home, and he would follow us to the major intersection and when we get there, just give him a wave and he'd head to his home. He did not want us to be afraid that he would follow us home. He also told us to go to Pep Boys to get the thermostat taken care of. He felt that would very possibly help the car out with its problem starting up.

We got to the intersection, and waved to Al, shouted that the temp was holding, and "Thank you & Happy New Year!" He shouted "Good, and Happy New Year" to us, then took off.

My daughter and I felt really good about the evening. A few mishaps, but they led us to an experience that warmed our hearts. We learned something, and we know God was watching over us. We've been referring to Al as our "motorcycle angel" - an angel is a messenger. He told us how to deal with the car problems, and made sure we got home safely.


Here is another testimonial:

Another example of God's Personal Care happened to me when I was traveling on a California Freeway. Something or Someone said to me "get off this freeway" I don't think it was audible but I knew it was a command so I took the next off ramp and just stopped and parked. Soon after I heard sirens and horns which I found out later was because of a big accident that happened just a mile past the place I had gotten off the freeway. Cars were piled up everywhere and ambulances were taking people to the hospital. The police ushered traffic around the accident and we found out later that several people were killed there. To this day, I believe God Spoke to me and I am glad that I obeyed that voice. It probably saved my life. We should always be in tune to that voice of God because He really does care for us if we let Him.

Another case in point is about my cousin when he was a teen ager - he shot a bird and then felt so sorry that he started praying for the bird and asking God to forgive him. In a little while the bird stood up, flapped it's wings and flew away. That also reminds me of my son when he was little. His hamster died and then he went to our pastor and asked him to pray for it. Then when we got home the hamster was alive and well. "coincidence"? I don't think so because Jesus was concerned about the little children and He is just as concerned for all of us - OH, if people would only turn to the Lord - it would be a different world !
Phil@net-profit.net


Do you realize that sometimes God gives us a gift? Look up to the skies and see the "shooting stars" - do you go out and watch them on the evenings that are known to hold an awesome display? It is awesome - there are meteors after meteors shooting around, with little time between them.

I saw a fireball 2-3 years ago, which came down through a low cloud cover, green & yellowish glow, bright as anything, in middle of night. It travelled a short bit and seemed to explode or burst then fell out of sight - the light on it went out. I heard a pop of some sort at the same time, so I think it was pretty close, and from the low cloud cover I cannot fathom it being very far away. I had been unable to sleep that night and went outside to look for shooting stars for fun, but got a wonderful surprise.

Prior to that, I saw 2 on one night, just looking up for shooting stars again. Perhaps it was nearly a year before when I saw those. I feel blessed to have witnessed more than one. Those two were certainly farther away, but I can't remember enough about them in detail.

The main thing I know and believe, and trust in - is that God allowed me a gift, a miracle, to witness. Few people experience a fireball, but I have been granted 3 sightings - a wonderful surprise!

Paulina Roe


This just happened to me - and I recognize it as a "push" - not a very "significant" episode, but definitely a message. My little one went ice skating with her friend, and then was dropped off- but asked if she can play longer at her friend's house. I said she could, so she was brought back an hour later. We later began to figure out dinner, and it suddenly "hit" me in an "urgent" way - to ask if my daughter had her jacket. I didn't pay any attention to it one way or another until that moment.

We could not find it, and she called her friend's house - they looked all over. We tried to think if she wore it when she came home either time, and if she took it off at the rink. We could only figure out it must be at the rink, with no other sign of it anywhere else. So, I tried to call the rink, but no answer - we figured the office was closed.

I knew we had to drive there (and be out of luck if the office was closed in case it was turned in to their lost & found box). But the need to go was strong. So we went, and parking was filled in the streets with no sign of any spaces in the lot. I didn't want to park and walk a long way, so I took a chance we might find a space - sure enough, there was ONE space free right in front of the entrance. I felt that was a good sign. We ran in, and my daughter headed toward the bench she changed her skates at - her jacket and gloves were there!

This is truly a a case of a "push" - I has no reason to think about her jacket - it was not cold out. I have this feeling that the jacket might have been stolen within an hour later if we didn't get there - and that's why I got the "push." It amazed me - seems like a little thing, but it made me realize that I must get pushes quite often that I don't think much about. This WAS a "push" I had no reason of my own to bring up.

P. Roe


I would like to share with you a true story about what the Lord recently did for me. This was definately a miracle of God and nothing short of it.

I am a 22 year old single mother of 2 children, I am also a student and a part-time office assistant. Last summer my car insurance went way up and I found that I could not afford to make the monthly payments at that time, but I also could not imagine my life as a single parent without a vehicle. At that time I was not walking with the Lord and decided to break the Law and continue driving without insurance until I could afford it. Well, in September the Lord called me back to him and I started to get to know him again. Things seemed to be going really well because I had just gotten hired as an office assistant so I could have a little more spending money. In the back of my mind I thought about what I was doing and thought about getting caught but I ignored my conscience and kept on driving.

Well on October 30, 2002, I was turning left into a parking lot when a car slammed into mine and it was automatically my fault because I was turning left. Neither myself or the other girl who was involved were hurt, thank goodness, but I was in deep trouble. I gave the girl my phone number and she was going to the nearest police station to report it and I said I would go as soon as possible. My car was wrecked and I was devastated because I knew the minimum penalty for driving while uninsured was $2800.00. A week later my dad drove me to the nearest police station to report the accident. I balled as the Sargent gave me the ticket and informed me that I had to appear in court on December 17, where they would decide my punishment.

The next month and a half were very challenging because I had to take cabs and rely on my parents to help me get groceries and take my kids to the doctors and I lived pretty far from my family members to, so everything was a major hassle. On top of that my dad would come once a week to take me to get groceries and would be drunk so it was very scary taking the risk and going with him, put I just prayed the Lords protection over us. I was also starting to feel really helpless and down because I did not have the money to fix my car or could not afford insurance because it would go way up because of the ticket that I got. But also at that time I started learning about how to praise God for everything in our lives and I started to do it and the Lord started to work in my life.

December 17, rolled around very soon and the night before court I said to the Lord, "Thank you that my life is in your hands, that everything that happens is your will and for your Glory, Father I praise you for this ticket of mine and I ask that you would provide me with the strength that I need to face this, even if it means not being able to drive for 3 years, I praise you that you take care of me and provide all my needs, I thank you for the Judge and for the court tomorrow, In your name amen."

On the bus the next morning all the way to court I praised the Lord and praised him walking into that court building too!! When it was my turn I walked up to the window where the Justice of the Peace was and gave her my ticket. Then she asked me, "Brandi, what would you like to do with this?" and I replied, " Well I'm guilty." Then she responded, "Okay hold on a moment while I go retrieve your file." A few minutes later she returned and called me over, " Hey, Mrs. Morin, this ticket is quashed." And I said, "Excuse me? What does that mean?" Annoyingly she answered, " It means your free to go, this ticket is invalid because whoever wrote it up made a error so it is quashed." I was absolutely stunned walking out of that court room and filled with joy and praise as I whole heartedly awknowledged and thank the Lord. Things like this do not happen everyday and I truly believe it was the Lords will and that we cannot understand exactly how he works. Now I know that in his time the Lord will provide a way for me to continue driving again, and I have learned to give thanks and praise him no matter what as long as I trust in him.

Brandi


I had an accident and was healed so well, the scar had to be put back in order for me to believe it.

The accident occurred July 7th 1970, at the mid-west regional roller skating competition (USFARS) which was being held locally at Northland Skating Arena near Detroit. I was 14 (years old) and a speed skater on a mixed relay team. There were four skaters per team and I was the starter. I would relay (push-off) the next skater, Julie Kane. Julie would relay her brother, Tommy and he would relay our anchorman and reining national speed champion Alexander Kane. During our warm-up, we would practice our relays twice, in other words, our anchorman would relay me back onto the track at a speed exceeding mine. Two skaters moved onto the track, one from each side of me, accidentally tripping both of my feet and sending me headfirst into a steel rail (surrounding the skating surface) at the end of the rink. My head bounced off the rail and slammed back onto the floor. I was unconscious and a few skaters who could not stop ran over me. They said I came awake, but was delirious. I did not know who anyone was, and became increasingly unstable. I was walked next door for x-rays, but after a short time of being walked around, Mrs. Kane insisted I be taken to a hospital. A police car was on the scene and drove my mother and myself to Detroit Osteopathic Hospital. My mother said the speedometer was over the end, and the police said over their loud speaker, "move to the right – we're coming through". An officer said to my mother, "Don't worry lady; I saw a case that looked worse than this and he lived."

The doctors had communicated everything to my mother, so she was my witness. Upon arrival to the hospital, my mother was asked if we had a doctor on the staff and she replied, "yes, chief of surgery.." and snapped her fingers like she couldn't remember his name. I was taken right in, x-rays were done revealing a double-fractured skull and broken scapula. My mother was shown the x-rays and was told I would probably not live through the night. My mother said I looked like a freak; my head shaped like a football of various colors. She said I was in great pain, and she prayed for me to die. The roller skating competition was halted at 9 o'clock that evening for a silent prayer. This was thought to be the worst accident in the history of competitive roller-skating. In addition, it was said that all steel rails would be removed from around skating surfaces, but after I was healed this idea was squashed.

I have no memory of the accident. The last thing I would remember was lacing up my skates. The next thing I heard was a voice coming from within my head, commanding me. He said, "Gail… Wake-up... It's 9 o'clock." I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw an unconscious man in the bed to my right, and a nurse was working at a desk away to my left. The clock on the wall said 9 o'clock. There was no other person there.

At 9:01 my mother came in to the room with MaryAnn Kane, the mother of my teammates. I was healed. The doctor came in later and asked who was in his patient's bed. He ordered more x-rays. He consulted my mother and showed her the new normal x-rays, said he was concerned about his reputation and destroyed the original x-rays showing the fractures. He said there would be no charge for any x-rays.

I know this story is incredible to believe. I checked and re-checked my body (especially my skull) for years looking to confirm some of this truth, but aside from some small tissue scarring on the back of my head, there was no evidence. Years after the accident I sent away to Detroit Osteopathic Hospital for my records, but they came back with a discharge diagnosis of "concussion" with three additional days of observation. No fracture, no coma, and all x-rays were said to be normal. Who would I believe: my mother and Mrs. Kane (who herself never saw the x-rays), or my own healthy-appearing body showing no evidence and corresponding hospital records?

Years went by and I was working for a major medical lab. near Washington, D.C. A co-worker friend of mine (Gloria) had been in a slight car accident and asked me to pray for her, and I did. She said she felt a tingling go into the injured area of her neck, and then she felt better. The next day, I asked her again and she said she still felt better. So I went back to my cubicle and prayed, so to speak. I said "I'm sorry Lord (Jesus), but no matter what (you do/show me) I just can't believe in healing," but before I could finish the word healing, my fingers were sitting in a deep crack-like thing running down the front of my skull. I stood up and went (immediately) to the office of the most highly respected pathologist of the group. I placed his fingers near the crack, and without clueing him in in any way asked, "what do you think of this? He said (with his thick foreign Philippino accent), "Ouuuu, you must have had severe fracture as small child to have it heal like this!" I said to him, "I've been looking for this for years, and couldn't find it." And he said, "Sometimes we look so hard, we can not see things that are right in front of us." And I said, "Like the forest for the trees?" I never told the doctor this story, but the crack remains as evidence of healing, and the normal skull x-rays retained by the hospital are my proof.

Gail


I just turned 43 and I think I am finally happy. I had back surgery, and numerous problems have emerged - now I am confined to a wheelchair - I cannot walk more than 20 feet at any time. My life has changed, and I was getting depressed. But I realize I am ok - my husband and I have a stronger relationship, I have a wonderful daughter who takes care of me, and other men would have left this situation. I am blessed. I also know God had a purpose for me - I can't wait to find out what it is so I can help someone else by having my situation.
LME


I am so blessed! I moved to Colorado from California. I was coming into Aspen, CO and it really started to snow. I debated about staying the night in Aspen because the mountain pass can be very dangerous, high mountain and lots of windy turns with just guard rails, then drop offs. For some reason I didn't think too much about it and continued driving. Well, needless to say it started to snow ALOT.

I couldn't believe how much snow was coming down. It was late dusk and the sun had set. I was following a couple of trucks and was mainly focusing on their tail lights. The snow fell harder and faster and I lost sight of the tail lights as I turned each winding corner. THEN, I could not see anything in front of me! All I could see was the snow pouring into my headlights. I could not see the side of the road. Everything was white and I had no idea where I was.

The thought of following off a cliff kept running through my mind. I had a digital dash and I was going 3 miles per hour, pretty slow, but still very scarey. I was debating on stopping all together, but for some reason I kept on the gas (at 3 miles per hour), just staring at the snow falling into my windshield. It was actually incredibly beautiful. It was snowing hard, but it was very peaceful. I was pretty scared, but then as I stared into the snow a very conforting feeling came over me and I thought to myself. "Well, God is it my time to go, I can't see the road anymore and am completely helpless." "It is up to you what going to do, I am ready when ever you are."

At that moment I let go of the stering wheel (my hands were raised above it about 2 inches) and the wheel moved on its on. Gently turning to the left and then straightening out and I noticed that my speed increased from 3 MPH to 10 MPH. It seemed like this happened for about 3-5 minutes, but I am not sure because I had such peaceful feeling unlike anything I had every felt before. Then I noticed that the snow wasn't coming down as hard anymore and I was coming down the mountain and I could once again see the tail lights in front of me and then my hands were back on the steering wheel unconsciously and I was driving my car again. The snow had disapated quite a bit towards the bottom of the pass. I remember feeling that someone else was sitting next to me and I KNEW that it was my Guardian Angel, I looked over and THANKED them and had the warmest glow about me until I reached my destination.

I will never forget that, ever time I think about it, I get that glowing feeling again. OUR Angels are always with us, we just need to acknowledge them.
Yvette Read


I also know what you mean about driving in a blizzard - last winter we drove to Steamboat (I am in the Denver area) in a very bad storm, and I had to drive my in-laws' jeep there while my husband drove his big Bronco. I had my daughter with me and could not afford to be scared for her sake. I prayed and prayed. The windows froze up and collected so much snow I had to pull off to clear it - but I wasn't sure where the edge was and I was afraid of another car slamming into it or into me while I was outside. Those prayers were my comfort. I can relate. It was touchy but we made it, only be the grace of God.
PR


Our Miracle Child

Well, where do I begin?? Megan was our miracle child from the start. We had wanted a child for 17 years and the doctors all said I could not get pregnant. I was saved but my husband was not. Although he was a wonderful husband, he was not saved.

After 17 years of marriage he had gotten saved, and the very month he got saved is the month I got pregnant, we were overjoyed! When I was about 4 months pregnant they did an ultrasound and told us she was going to be born with all of her intestines on the outside, that very night we prayed about it. My husband got up the next morning and said for me to call the doctor and have him do another ultrasound because he said he knew the Lord had healed the baby. I called the doctor and he said he knew the baby's stomach would not be healed, he said he had diagnosed over 200 of these and he did not have a doubt that nothing will have changed but we insisted. Three days later they did another ultrasound, her stomach was perfect!! God had healed her!

Then, when I was about 5 months pregnant they told us that she had fluid around her kidneys and she would have to have surgery for that as soon as she was born, once again we prayed, by the time I was 8 months pregnant the fluid was gone, the Lord had healed her kidneys this time.

Megan was born January 21st at 12:40pm with the cord wrapped around her neck 3 times but with no complications, once again the Lord had watched over her. Megan weighed 7 lbs & 11 oz and was 19 inches long.

She was always such a healthy baby, never even so much as an ear infection. She was so very smart, she was praising the Lord in church by the time she was 6 months old. By the time she was 10 months old she was putting 2 words together, her pediatrician was amazed by how smart she was.

One day, about 6 months ago, I was at work and my mom called me saying Megan had been throwing up and crying alot. I went home and took her to the local hospital and they said she was dehydrated from a "little" virus, they transported her to the hospital in the next town. All night I told them I felt like something was not right. They kept saying it was just a virus, she would be ok. The next morning her doctor came in and took an x-ray. She IMMEDIATLY sent her by ambulance to T.C. Thompsons Childrens Hospital. When we got there they called us in a little room and told us our little 11 month old daughter whom we loved so very much had Cardiomyapathy, a virus that attacked her heart, and that she had about 2 hours to live. We were devastated. They let us go back to ICU to see her, she was hooked up to about 14 different IV'S and she was on a breathing machine. By this time there were about 50 friends and family there. We all began to pray fervently. Her 2 hours turned into all night then they said she would not make it through the night. She did. They tried 3 times over the course of 3 weeks to get her off of the breathing machine and finally the 3rd try she was able to come off of it. She did great and they let her come home.

She was home about 3 weeks and started getting sick again, her doctor once again had us take her to TC Thompsons, with each passing day she got worse. She was in heart failure once again. The last day she was there they put her back on the breathing machine, she had been there about 2 weeks this time. The day they put her back on the breathing machine they took her by life flight to Atlanta Childrens Hospital, to wait for a heart. She was immediately put on the transplant list but we were told she was the sickest child in icu. They had her sedated and paralized so she did not use any of her own strength, she could not afford to, she was our little angel and she was dying. Every passing day Megan got worse, we kept praying, we never gave up on her although we told God if it was in his will to take her home we would understand, that was the hardest prayer I ever prayed.

One day they called us up there to tell us that Megan's kidneys were failing and they were going to have to put her on "ECMO" a heart , lung & kidney machine, we had no choice, they told us all they were doing was buying time, hard words to hear. They scheduled this for 7:00 P.M. but before 7:00 came Megan went into cardiac arrest at about 3:00 P.M. They did CPR on her several times and put her on ECMO right then. They came and told us she had died several times but they got her back. They kept telling us she was not going to make it, we kept praying and believing in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Megan's testimony was too mighty to let her go.

Megan had been on ECMO about 3 days when they came and told us her heart was so huge they had no choice but to go in through a heart catherazation and pierce the back of her heart to relieve the pressure but, he told us he did not think she would ever survive this surgery, she was just too weak. Well, she made it through that but while she was still in there she began bleeding from somewhere and the doctors could not figure out where the blood was coming from, he tried for several hours to stop the blood but they could not even figure out where the blood was coming from. We were devastated. Once again they said they felt sure she was dying. They came out and told us the only thing they had left to do was have the heart surgeon come in and cut her chest open to see if they could find out where the blood was coming from but they felt sure when they did that she would just be bleeding from everywhere and she would die right there on the table but if they did not do it she would bleed to death for sure.

They let about 20 of us go in and kiss her good-bye, my husband got up there and kissed her and through his sobbing I heard him say to her "Megan, I know you are with Jesus now and if you want to stay with Him that's ok but if you want to come back to Mommy & Daddy just tell Jesus" They carried me out of there. We went back to the room where we had been waiting all day and got down on our knees and began praying crying out to God as loud as we could to please save our baby. My pastor went to the verse in the Bible that stops blood, Ezekiel 16:6 and he read it and we all claimed it, 10 minutes later they came out and said the blood just stopped!! They could not believe it! She was on blood thinners and ECMO, which also thins your blood. The doctor said there was no "earthly" reason why that blood should have stopped, but it did, we knew it was the Lord. They never cut her open, it stopped right before the doctor cut her. (Abraham & Issac!) They told us we could come see her in a little bit but they still did not think she would make it through the night.

One hour later they came to get us again, they said they needed to speak to me and my husband alone, you know what we thought! But we were wrong, we could not believe what they had come to tell us, they had found our baby a heart! She got her new heart the next morning around 8:00 am. We were told there would be complications because she was so sick, there were none, we were told her chest would be open, it was closed, they told us she would be on a special venilator that shook you real hard, she was on a regular one, they told us she would still be on ECMO, she was not! GOD IS GREAT!

Well, we thought our storm was over but when they started letting her wake up about 4 days later they realized she had a "severe" brain injury from her heart stopping so many times that one day. The neurology team said she was hopeless! WE KEPT PRAYING! She could not bend her arms or her legs, she just looked straight ahead, she would not respond to anything or anybody, we kept praying!! 8 weeks after her surgery, she came home! She is now moving her arms, moving her legs, laughing, smiling and learning everything over again but she's getting there and she's only 13 weeks post transplant!! GOD IS GREAT!!

*********UPDATES***********
June 18, 2003
Megan's therapist said this morning she can't believe how well Megan is doing!!

Everybody that knows Megan good knows her favorite thing to say was "what's that?" and this morning we were laying there with her and just out of the blue me and Gene BOTH heard her say, "what's that?" Gene said , "did you hear that?" I said I sure did!! Also, yesterday, my mom said when I walked out of the room Megan said MOM VERY plain!! and she has just been saying MA instead of mom!! PRAISE GOD PRAISE GOD!!! EVERYBODY PRAISE GOD!!!!

Nobody knows what Gene and I have been through but we want to share with the world what GOD can and will do if you only believe!!!

We love you all!!
Gene, Tammy & Megan at geneandtammy@charter.net


A few years ago now, my Kelsey was figure skating daily. She was competing on a regular basis and had told us that she wanted to become a figure skater like Michelle Kwan.

She began having pain in her chest and we took her to the doctor, expecting nothing big, but found that her heart had been damaged by a virus she had. Now this virus was a only a cold. We had never even taken her to the doctor for it as it was not severe and had only lasted a few days.

Two weeks later the pain began. I have put out of my head precisely how long ago this was and the name of the disease, but she was tested and it was found that her left ventrical was enlarged quite a bit. We were told that there was a likelihood that she would never be able to skate again or do any other kind of physical activity - something she desperately wanted at the time. We were told that she may die as a result of her heart simply stopping as so many of those HS or college football players you hear about. The skater, Sergei Grinkov died suddenly of this same disease just prior to that time. We were told that she would probably never recover and have to be very careful the rest of her life. That is what the statistics showed.

Well, we prayed and we sent out prayers for her recovery and God has completely healed her! Her heart is back to normal. This was simply a miracle! We still are concerned every time she says she has a pain from exercising . She now competes in karate once a month.

In Him,
JoJo Tabares


A driving miracle - were driving in the mountains, and roads were fairly good with some areas of ice where the snow had been blowing across the road and freezing over it. I had plenty of space between the cars in front and there were some pretty far behind. I saw an ice patch coming up so I put my brakes on - to slow down before hitting it, but also to warn the drivers behind me. I was on the ice and I looked behind me and there was a big pickup truck fishtailing and closing in on me. I knew he had hit the ice at fast speed (probably passed the cars behind and was driving fast) and I had nowhere to go - there was a large truck coming in the other lane. I could steer into the shoulder and abort but if he also did, I'd be crushed. So I prayed what seemed like minutes but could only be seconds. I stated calm and waited to be hit - I could no longer see his headlights - he was so close. So I closed my eyes and then opened to see a huge cloud of snow and my daughter saying "oh my God" - he had aborted off the road before hitting me. I was so thankful - I knew God had watched over us. I had my daughter call 911 to report it. I called to find out about him and he had minor injuries. I am so thankful this happened as it did - every other scenario would have been much worse!


Prayers Answered!

When my husband got promoted to a job which required us to move to the mountains to a small town, I was nervous. I knew it would have a lot of challenges. He told us to give it 3 years to see if we liked it, and then we'd look to move back if we weren't getting along here. Thing is, there were way too many challenges we found that we didn't even think of. My daughter is a competitor in a sport that isn't supported in this small town. The facilities close for months in the spring & summer, and most competitions occur in the summer. The level of the other kids isn't high, as in the metro area. My daughter is a full 4-6 years younger than the kids at her level here, and anyone two years older to toddlers have not even been tested for any level yet. The facility is next door to the rodeo grounds (my daughter and I are asthmatic around horses and livestock). There is no tap or jazz dance offered as she had been taking it, and she's been dancing ballet, jazz & tap ever since 3 years old. Ballet here is excellent, however. The church of our religion up here lost its pastor to a call in Texas, and runs on interim, occasional pastors, and also the elders often lead the services. It's been hard to find a true connection - the people in the congregation are nice but the connection to the church without a steady pastor is tough (the prior church was thriving and such great staff). Let's see - another problem is that the in-laws live here for months every year - and I have been told many times how to raise my daughter, with meddling as a problem. I've had the mom yelling at me over what she feels is the right way to do things within my family - I don't think she realizes how abrasive she is, and that people live their lives differently than she envisions. Well, my husband was feeling more connected here, while my daughter & I struggled (even in school the kids were too tight with each other to open up to allow her to be "one of them" - she made mainly one good friend and a few acquaintances). I'm not saying that everything is bad here, but the "pro" versus "con" side has many more entries. Shopping is a challenge too - people depend on the Internet (but I like to look and feel and try things on first, and have it immediately).

Prior to moving here I prayed that my daughter's school will allow her to travel weekly to the city for coaching, and that was answered - the principle and teacher were fully supportive of my daughter's training needs. We left at lunchtime on Monday, drove 3 hours to get her to work with coaches in the city, then again on Tuesday morning, after which we'd drive 3 hours back, and get her back to school after lunch time. She got all her homework to do while in the car, and it worked out well - she didn't fall behind at all. She and I prayed we could go back - we knew we could not do the drive for years safely, especially in the winter (the first winter we went through was relatively mild so we didn't miss any weeks to go down). Well, of all things, right about a year after we moved here, my husband got a promotion to go back to the city! It was amazing to come about so fast, so soon, and without him even applying for it, plus after he was assessed as needing more time to build up skills for a promotion to this type of position. We are so thankful to God for allowing us to come back!!!!


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