I was 19, I know that an angel or God protected me in a major car
crash. My cousin, my brother and I had just filled my cousin's car
up and were heading to the river near where we lived. To get there
you had to go up over the mountain. My brother was teasing my cousin
about her 'hotrod car', an AMC Pacer. She got mad and made it go faster.
Once we hit the top, she really let it go. We came around what everyone
calls "dead man's curve" doing 120. She let it get off onto
the gravel shoulder. She slammed on the brakes which made it go into
a sideways skid for 200 feet. I remember yelling at my cousin, "If
you kill me, I'll come back and haunt you!" I was scared to death.
But then the amazing thing was that I noticed there was a white bubble
around me. When I noticed it, I had no fear. It was like I was watching
a movie. I could see my cousin, brother and myself being thrown around
and bounced around inside the car...but I didn't feel anything except
peace. My cousin slammed her foot on the gas trying to stop the skid
and sent us off the side of the hill. We flew about 200-300 feet and
hit 3 large trees which were uprooted by the impact. There we were
sitting on top of these trees, about 10-15 feet off the ground. My
brother and I were in the back of the car. His head had hit the back
window and completely shattered it into tiny bits, but he only got
a pea sized bump on his head. The car didn't explode or catch on fire.
None of us were hurt at all except for the small bump on my brother's
head. I had sprained my ankle a few days before this happened, but
I climbed back up the side of the mountain and didn't even notice
any pain from that. At home, I woke my mom to tell her about our crash,
and I finally freaked out and kept saying to her that we should all
be dead. But her words have always stayed with me. She told me that
God wasn't finished with me yet. There is something I still had to
do in this life. I believed her and still can see vividly in my mind
that bubble which surrounded me with protection.
Roberta W. - Edgar Springs, MO
have probably heard a story like mine before, but I do want to share
it. About 11 years ago I was in the depth of severe alcholism. I was
fed up, trying my best to get sober. I was ready to take my life.
I had a large bottle of pills in my hand and was ready to end it all.
Before I took them, I said: "God, if You don't want to take me, show
me how to live." Right then there was a knock at the door which stopped
me from taking the pills when I went to answer it. With the help of
God, I have been sober for over 7 years. I have had a lot of trials
and tribulations since then, but my faith in God has gotten me over
Dave Owens - Unknown
mother died four years ago, and with her I buried a treasured Miraculous
Medal, hoping it would give her peace after her life of pain with
debilitating illnesses. Two years later, I sat vigil with my father,
who was near death as the result of a heart attack. He was on full
life support. One night my brother relieved me so I could rest. I
found an empty office and slept for awhile. But then I awoke in a
panic, thinking I needed to check on Dad. Chiding myself, I realized
my brother would have called for me had there been a problem. So I
went back to sleep. Minutes later...maybe longer, a hospital employee
came in and flipped on the blaring light. I got up and decided to
check on my brother. When I arrived in the critical care unit, I found
my brother fast asleep, and my father was bleeding profusely from
a pulled I.V. tube. I told the nurses and woke my brother, and we
waited while they corrected the problem. Then I noticed something
on the floor. I thought it was an earring or something someone had
dropped. I stooped to pick it up. It was a Miraculous Medal, identical
to the one I had placed in my mother's coffin.
Riverwulf - Versailles, KY
am supposed to be dead. In the winter of 1991 I went to a physician,
Dr. Mendel concerning skin problems, thinking I had developed shingles
(I studied some medicine, wanting to be a doctor.) Dr. Mendel informed
me my skin was being destroyed by histamine poisoning brought on by
severe asthma. He told me that in 20 years of studying medicine, I
had the worse case he had ever seen.
As I just got worse
and worse over the next few years, I began to seek God much about
this, and God began to reveal Himself to me. He showed me that beyond
Jesus Christ being the savior of our souls in the life beyond, Jesus
is also the savior of our bodies in this world. He began to teach
me (and bring me to meet others who had also received the same teachings)
about faith. I protested (as many do) recoiling at the accusation
that I was not exercising faith. I explained to God in very great
detail all the reasons I had faith in Him, and all the reasons why
I believed. He only responded by saying, "Son, you are not within
400 miles of true, Biblical faith."
God taught me faith
was like a seed. It can only grow in a person's heart, or spirit.
Divine Faith comes in only one container: God's Words. That Word can
ONLY enter into us WHEN we get our spirits ALIGNED with God's Spirit
(being in harmony.) When we are in harmony, His power can then flow,
and all imperfections are driven out. And He taught me that the Godly
kind of Faith, Divine Faith, can be INCREASED in us IF we commit to
EXERCISING and feeding our spirits on His Words. It requires work.
The Word He gave
me was this: "Son, I have ALREADY healed you. Do you believe ME, or
your circumstances?" I replied that I believed Him. He said, "Well,
in order to possess your healing I have ALREADY provided, you need
to pray more, and spend more time meditating upon, feeding upon, and
considering what I saidMy Word; the Seeduntil it gets
IN your spirit and begins to grow. If YOU allow it to grow IN your
spiritnot just holding it in your mindthe Word of God
WILL drive out the sickness and disease."
So, I decided I
would spend every free day I had (weekends or slow days at work) in
prayer and in thinking upon and considering His Words to me. On the
first day, I spent 4 hours in prayer, had lunch, and spent the next
3 or so hours in meditating upon God's Word: "Son, I have already
healed you." Suddenly, I saw a large black cloud rise up and out of
me, and I realized I was healed. I ran up a flight of steps, out of
my building, up and down the sidewalk, around my car. If I had tried
that only ten minutes earlier, I would have fainted, turned blue,
and they would have had to call an ambulance. It had been so bad,
I could not even walk up a flight of stairs without stopping to draw
breath. I had to take double doses of anti-histamines at night, or
I'd literally begin to drown in fluids that built up in my lungs.
But now, I was running up and down entire flights of stairs!
God's Word works.
He does not lie. That was in June of 1996, and to this day I am free
of asthma. The turning point in my finding healing was God telling
me, "Son, you are not within 400 miles of true, Biblical Faith" and
then teaching me what BIBLICAL faith REALLY is: getting God's Word
down into your spirit, not just having it up in your mind, head, or
intellectual understanding. I have met others with even more astounding
testimonies, even seeing some raised from the dead! God gives many
MIGHTY miracles! He is NOT limited to tiny miracles at all! We receive
to the degree we learn GOD'S way to properly believe. Blessings in
His Mighty Name.
Doyle H. Millington - Unknown
was nineteen when I gave birth to my daughter Chelsea. I wanted her
in my arms from the moment I learned of the pregnancy. Every day of
the nine months was too long. I couldn't wait to hold her. The pregnancy
was normal, but I had a gut-feeling something was wrong. And indeed,
I had a placental abrubtion two weeks before my due date. Chelsea
was born via a 10 minute ceserean. I lost much blood and she, a lot
of oxygen because she was born with a congenital heart defect. Chelsea
had 2 small holes in the chambers of her heart imparing the oxygen
When she was only
3 months old, the doctors did heart surgery. Chelsea was tiny, but
I could feel her fighting spirit. She spent an extensive time in PICU.
The day Chelsea returned to the regular pediactric ward was very exiting.
It was a milestone! I sat with Chelsea without leaving her for six
hours. She never opened her eyes, just cried very lightly all day.
I was so worried, tired, and fearful. When a respiratory therapist
came in for a moment, I asked to go out for a short walk to stretch
my legs and get some air. I had gotten to know the therapist and felt
comfortable leaving Chelsea for 5 minutes.
I went down the
elevator and out the front doors. But when I had taken only 2 steps,
something spoke to me. I didn't hear words exactly, but I felt like
I'd been grabbed by the shoulders and shaken. Something demanded that
I return to my daughter immediately! This urgency permeated my whole
body. I ran for the elevators. Two men who couldn't have seen me coming
from around the corner were holding the doors open for me. I heard
a voice over the speakers call a code blue, and I knew it was for
I got off the elevator
and ran for her room. The only sight I saw was paper flying everywhere
and about 20 medical personnel around my daughter. They took her to
PICU and got her stabilized. She was going to live. But I knew I would
not lose my daughter. I knew it in my heart and soul. I knew I had
been stopped in my tracks by a strong angel. God knew that Chelsea
needed my closeness right at that moment, and He had sent someone
to push me (really push me) back to her side. I knew that this had
been an angel and not intuition.
Today, I find comfort
knowing that God loves us so much that He sees our needs even when
we don't. Chelsea is now seven, and she loves to hear the story of
her angel. She makes me tell it to her over and over. Thank you, God.
Krista Lanterwer - Unknown
business partner and I were having a difficult time making a decision
that was critical to our company. My partner wanted to move the company
into a new business direction, and I didn't know if this was right
or not. I prayed to ask for direction, and in my prayer it occurred
to me to ask God whether I should be a sail or an anchor. These were
symbols that came to my mind meaning to sail with the direction my
partner was proposing or to hold fast to our current course. I was
living two states away from our company headquarters, and often I
relied on heavenly help with decisions. After my prayer I quit worrying
and just kept myself open to receive an answer.
The next day I was
driving my car and came up to a line of vehicles waiting at a red
light. The vehicle in front of me was a large truck. Suddenly my eyes
caught the license plate. On the frame was printed the name of the
city where our company was located, two states away. This was unusual,
but then I looked up at the back of the truck. Printed in large letters
that leaned to the right and included lines drawn to look as though
the wind were blowing them was the word: FLEET. Into my mind came
the image of a huge fleet of sailboats being blown by the wind.
I had my answer!
John S. - California
husband and I decided to buy a house of our own, but were worried
that we wouldn't be able to borrow the money. His age and my previous
bad credit record would go against us. So, when I found myself looking
down the street at all the banks in town, I turned my eyes heavenwards
and said, "Hello, can I have some help over here?" I asked
God for a sign to help me choose the right bank, and I wanted a very
obvious sign, as I wasn't in the mood for guessing games! I didn't
see an angel pointing to any bank, so I walked into the busiest one.
The staff was really friendly, and five minutes later a mortgage advisor
arranged for us to come in with our papers to fill out the application.
Real smooth, I thought, maybe this is the right bank. But when we
returned, filling out the application was difficult, we had to answer
all sorts of questions, provide documents we didn't have, and all
of our previous financial problems were unearthed. Finally, all the
data was entered into the computer, but when they hit the print button,
nothing happened. As the computer screen stubbornly refused to change,
we agreed to come back later. Only, I had a good idea that we wouldn't.
I had asked God for help and knew we would be given help when the
time was right.
The following week
I had a vivid dream in which I came home to see a torn envelope with
a large sum of money in it. The next day a large envelope arrived
in the post. Inside was a booklet from the company I work for explaining
all the employee benefits. One of the services described helps people
with the process of buying homes. Included was the phone number of
a mortgage helpline.
I neatly spread
out all of our information on my dining room table and made the phone
call. The advisor was really helpful. He knew all about where we live
because he used to work here, and he knew someone in our solicitor's
office. He praised me for being well prepared as we filled out the
loan application over the phone. As I was giving him our employment
information, I turned around and looked through my huge dining room
window. A truck obscured my view. It was parked with its back end
only a few yards away from our house. I had seen that truck many times
before. It belongs to a factory my husband and I used to work at years
ago. But I had never seen that truck in our neighborhood before. And
what was it doing backed up to our dining room window? I finished
giving out our employment information, and the next question was:
"Who was your husband previously employed with?" The bank
had not wanted this information so I didn't have it in front of me.
I gave the company name, then he asked for the full address and phone
number. I smiled and turned so I could read the big bold writing on
the truck parked next to my dining room window. I stopped midways
to explain what was so funny. We shared a giggle, and he asked where
I had previously worked. "Actually, in the same place as my husband,"
I said, and just then the truck pulled away.
As soon as I put
down the receiver, I raised my eyes heavenwards and said: "Thank
you, that sign was obvious enough, even for me!" Two weeks later
our mortgage was approved!
Zana C.- United Kingdom
1997 we were a very happy and settled little family. My husband and
I had two boys, and we thought our family was fine the way it was.
In August of 1997 I had dreams, very vivid and clear dreams. I dreamed
about pregnancies and babiesnot only that I was pregnant, but
that I was also visiting a mother who gave birth a few days earlier.
These dreams went on for a week, and every time when I woke up, I
was surprised and confused a little. Why would I dream such things?
We didn't want to have another child. The last dream I remember the
best. I was walking on a road, and on the left of me there was a river.
At the river sat several fishermen catching many fish. They threw
all the fish behind me on the road. So I turned to see, and there
I saw my two boys. Between them was a two-year-old girl. They smiled
and held hands and walked behind me. I woke up and wrote this dream
down. Two days later I found out I was pregnant. During the first
part of my unexpected pregnancy, I was so very scared because I had
had two post partum depressions. But then I had another dream. I had
a book in my hands, and all the pages were blank except the first
page, which said: "TRUST GOD." I can't even explain my emotions after
I woke up. I felt so encredibly happy and safe!! Even though I don't
have a religion, I truly believe this came from something higher than
me. Eight months later I gave birth to our daughter..the girl from
Vera - Netherlands
mom and nephews were visiting on a hot and humid July day. I encouraged
my nephews to go swimming at the local pool and my mom to go sit in
the air conditioned library downtown, as I did not have air conditioning
in my home. While they were gone, I decided to mow the lawn, which
was long and thick after two weeks without mowing. I'm single, so
the household chores are mine to do. My mower was old and on that
day seemed to stall a lot. I was using the bagger, and every time
I stopped the mower to empty the clippings it took me a while to get
the mower going again. In my frustration, I decided just to leave
it idling and not turn it off. Before I finished, Mom and my nephews
came home after being gone less than an hour. My nephews said they
had gotten bored. Then my neighbor, Howard, came home from work early.
His machine had broken down and he was sent home for the day. A few
minutes later, I was emptying the clippings again and, without thinking,
stuck my hand into the mower's side chute to clear out some stuck
debris. Instantly I felt a clunk and pain. I pulled my hand back to
see blood spurting from my grass stained hand. I am a nurse, so instinct
prevailed. I clamped my other hand on my wounds and started across
the backyard yelling for help. It was a miracle that this accident
occurred while my mom and nephews were visiting. They were able to
render emergency first aid. It was a second miracle that my neighbor
was home early. He drove us all to the hospital. A final miracle is
that after six hours of surgery to repair two crushed and one severed
finger on my right hand, today I have full use and very minimal cosmetic
change. My Mom died 1 1/2 years ago and she now watches over me from
heaven. I will always be grateful God had her there that day for me.
Melody Ziemke-Matchett - New Glarus, WI
name is Josh. I am twelve years of age and am a great fan of your
book "Embraced by the Light". Unfortunately, I have not yet read your
sequels, but my Mother has them and she invites me to read them, which
I soon plan to do. I have also read "The Soul's Remembrance" by Roy
Mills. My Mother, and Brother, and I are great fans of all of the
books. We are always trading them and reading them all the time. We
have each been to see you twice. My miracle is as follows: my Mother
and I were on vacation by ourselves. We had decided to go to Ludington,
Michigan. We were taking a drive when our van's "service engine soon"
light begun to flash. We had had some previous problems with this
particular van so we decided to stop at the nearest gas station. We,
(especially my Mom) were very distressed at that point. After looking
strenuously for a problem my Mom went inside for some oil. But there
was so many kinds neither one of us knew what to do. Suddenly, out
of the blue, a man, not a strong, athletic looking man, but a small,
simple man appeared and told my Mother what exactly to buy and how
to do everything. After everything was fixed, we thanked the man and
the man left the same time we did. We went our separate ways but when
we looked back to the man, him and his huge van had disappeared.
was 26 when this awesome experience happened to me. I'd been living
with this guy for 7 years. We were both partying when we met and there
began to be so much turmoil in our lives. I had a little 4-year-old
girl at the time, but I knew I had to get away some how. But I was
scared because I never was on my own before. I began having panic
attacks and didn't know what they were, and I was scared with so much
fear. But I held a steady job. I would pray but I didn't know anything
or understand anything about Jesus. Growing up, I always heard my
mom talk about him, but when I was 9 my dad died and we quit going
My boyfriend was
doing alot of drinking and heavy drugs. I had tried drugs when I was
younger but I was more into drinking and partying. One weekend my
boyfriend didn't come home until Monday. He came home and got ready
for work and he left right away. I was so strucken from fear with
these panic attacks. I remember going into our spare bedroom in this
large farmhouse we lived in. I laid down on the bed and started crying
so hard. I felt like I was never going to be able to quit. I felt
like I was having a nervous breakdown and would end up in the hospital
or something. My little girl was in the other bedroom and I never
heard a thing from her...which was a miracle by itself. The only thing
I knew what to do was to YELL out in deep desperation, "JESUS
HELP ME!" I didn't know what was going to happen but suddenly
my eyes were dry and there was nothing to cry about and a peace that
I can't even describe came over me.
I got up and got
my little girl and took her to the sitter and went to work at the
shop. I was remarkably happy and felt wonderful, but it still didn't
dawn on me until later why I felt so good. I remember the exact place
in the shop where Jesus let me know it was him that was helping me.
In that minute I knew he really does care for me, and from then on,
he gave me a strong desire to witness to people even though they act
like I'm crazy. I had a strong desire to read the Bible every day
after work. I couldn't wait for my shift to end. And I would tell
people that Jesus would help them. I wasn't afraid anymore and he
showed me I could always count on him.
Later, I left my
boyfriend. He could see the change in me and it scared him because
he wasn't in control any more. God was! God let me know if I took
the first step out of there He would be right behind me. For the first
time I got my own apartment and moved myself and my daughter in.
Praise God for the
miracle in the spare bedroom! I am happily married today for 10 years
to a Christian husband and he really helped be a father to my girl
who is now 24. And I have a granchild Andrew. I'm so glad I found
where I can tell my miracle. What a mighty touch from God. Sorry this
is so long but I get excited when I tell this. Thanks and God Bless!!
Lorene - Minerva, OH
would like to share a couple of miracles in my life. First story:
When I was going through my divorce (lost custody of my little boy)
I decided to kill myself. I went to the highest place I could find
in LA so that I could drive off a cliff. I parked the car and turned
on the radio, looking for a hard-rock station and to gather courage.
Now...LA has a million radio stations, but all I could find were preachers
telling me how important parents are to children. Needless to say,
I turned the car around and went home, knowing that one day I would
have my son back (and I did get him back).
Second story: I
was at my brother's house, swimming in his pool with my mother and
my aunt around midnight. He had a waterslide that my mom and aunt
were going down. They were encouraging me to go down it, but due to
my weight I was hesitant. (I weigh 300 pounds.) I decided to go ahead
and try it. I climbed to the top, about a 10 foot climb, and stood
up at the top, preparing to sit down. The rail gave way, and I fell
backwards from a full-standing position. All of my 300 pounds went
head first, and I landed on the top of my head on the cement. My body
flipped one way and then completely flipped the other. But on the
way down, I felt as light as a feather. When I hit I heard a sound
as if a coconut popped, but I did not feel a thing. Although I could
not open my eyes, I could hear my mom and aunt screaming, and could
feel mom's hands on me. She was screaming and crying, and in my mind
I was laughing and joyous. It is hard to explain, but I've never felt
better in my life. I felt as if I had landed on a feather bed, and
all my cares were washed away. I wanted to tell mom I was fine, but
I could not talk. As soon as I could, I opened my eyes, and smiling,
I told her I was great, and I was even laughing. The ambulance came
and took me to the hospital. I had a small scratch on one of my fingers,
and NOTHING else. A CAT scan came out negative, and I did not even
have a bump on my head. I have no doubt that my angel floated me down
and saved my life. It was a miracle by anyone's standard.
Twila - Los Angeles, CA
was brought up in a family that did not show physical love. I was
never told that I was loved, was never hugged throughout my childhood.
When I was 5, I had a kidney removed and was in the hospital for over
a month. My health was not good for many years, and I was in and out
of the hospital routinely for tests and x-rays. I was afraid and confused
and had no one to comfort me. But my earliest miracle came one night
when I awoke to see an angel in my room. She was beautiful and full
of light. I felt so much peace and love coming from her. When I woke
the next morning I was so excited to tell my family what I had seen.
They told me it was a dream, but somehow I knew that the angel had
been real, and I never told anyone else about her visit to me. But
the memory of her would strengthen and sustain me through many difficulties
of life yet to come.
with my mother deteriorated though the years, and when I was 18, I
moved out. Two weeks later I was in a car accident and my best friend
was killed instantly. I was devastated, and moved back home. But I
received no comfort and was told it was my fault for moving out. I
became self-destructive and had a difficult time coping with life
in general. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and died 3 years later.
During her illness I took over the household duties. I helped my father
and my younger brother by cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry.
We three grew very close during this time. After my mother passed
away, my brother and I looked out for each other. We were as close
as a brother and sister could be.
I was blessed with
another miracle when I met the man I would marry. He was the most
affectionate man that I could imagine. For the first time in my life
I experienced how healing a hug can be, and the reassurance of his
love was constant. We were very much in love, and then another tragedy
came. My brother was killed in a car accident. Again I was devastated.
I was in such grief I could not cope without crying every day. But
my fiancé was my rock. He held me and let me cry, and he comforted
me and gave me a future to look forward to.
The next year, we
were married, and I became pregnant soon after. But we lost our first
baby to a miscarriage, and again I suffered another loss. It was getting
increasingly difficult to cope with life as I felt I was always recovering
from a trauma. But with God's help, I continued on.
A year later I became
pregnant again, and I was looking forward to motherhood. My husband
had his own business, and during my pregnancy we received a notice
that we were being sued. All our savings went to pay for legal fees.
We struggled financially, and I saw this strong man going into depression.
I did not know what to do to help him. Our future looked grim. The
birth of our son was uplifting, but the lawsuit was still tugging
at us financially. All I could do was pray and depend on God to see
When my son was
3 months old we learned that I was pregnant again. It was difficult
to be happy as we were already struggling. How were we going to be
able to provide for another child? But somehow we did. In an ongoing
series of little miracles, God always found a way to provide for us.
The lawsuit did lead us to bankruptcy, but now we have finally recovered.
Our second child
was a little girl, and my husband called her his little angel. She
has brought so much joy into our lives. She is a constant reminder
of God's willingness to bless. I know that God will always find a
way for you if you let him into your heart. My son has a learning
disability and I pray to God every day to lead a path for me to follow
so I can provide my son with the help he needs.
Life has not been
easy, but I know that I have a lot to be thankful for, and I have
learned to expect little miracles to come along even in the darkest
D - Fremont, CA
lord didn't answer our prayers for the healing of our little girl,
Holli, but he was directing our lives even before she got sick. When
Holli was five, we learned we were "unexpectedly" expecting another
baby. I know now that Jesus sent us Cody to comfort us in losing Holli.
When Holli was 8, she was admitted to Children's Hospital in Pittsburg
where they did everything that was medically possible. But she died
six months later. All through her illness my husband was unemployed,
but the Lord provided us with plenty of money from friends, relatives
and people we didn't even know. We had money to buy Holli presents
every day, which was important. She had every doll baby there was.
They helped her be happy, if only briefly. Even though the medical
bills were over $200,000, our insurance paid almost all. Again the
Lord was helping us. Even though my heart ached, Jesus comforted me.
I never cried in front of Holli. I was so afraid she would ask if
she were dying, but she never did. Thank you, Jesus! God provided
friends and relatives to care for Cody while we stayed with Holli
in Pittsburg, two hours from our home. Holli wanted to be at home
so very much. Jesus did let her come home to her own bed before she
went home to heaven on Dec. 13,1986. Holli had wanted to see it snow
so much, but it hadn't snowed at all yet that winter. However, a few
minutes after Holli was gone, huge, beautiful snowflakes came down
to greet his newest little angel. Why our father didn't heal our daughter
on this earth we'll not know until we meet him, too. No one could
have been prayed over more than our little darling. We miss you.
Justina Ball - West Virginia
must of been about 8 years old on a summer morning nearly 30 years
ago. I had decided my babysitter was going to play hide and seek with
me, and I decided to hide. We had a new freezer in the basement, and
naturally it was empty. This was definately the best hiding place
in the house, so I crawled in. After lying there for a few minuets,
I came to the realization that I was playing all by myself, so I decided
to get out of the freezer. I couldn't. The handle locked the door,
and I was trapped inside. I was a little thing, maybe about 60 to
65 pounds, but I was determined to get out. So I started kicking.
I kicked and pushed the door up enough to get a glimps of light, but
it simply wouldn't open. I felt that I kicked that door for an hour.
Suddenly, when I had almost given up hope, my older sister opened
the door. I was found, thank God. She said she had decided to come
down stairs to look at the new freezer, and saw the door bouncing
up and down. Now I often wonder why a 9-year-old would want to look
at a new freezer. But I am thankful she did. I feel there must have
been some angelic force guiding her to my rescue. I know I have a
purpose to fulfill on this earth, and God pulled me from that locked
freezer so I could fulfill his purpose. I am so richly blessed. I
am certain he protects me and my family every day.
P.S. I nearly destroyed the inside door of that freezer, and I didn't
even get in trouble with my parents:)
Lorrie Palmer - Omaha, NE
too long ago, I was really questioning whether or not I was really
loved by God or not. At the darkest moment of my doubting, I went
alone to my bedroom to pray. I knelt down next to my bed and began
my prayer. I said, "Dear God, please let me know if I am loved." Before
I even finished the prayer, behind my back appeared some spiritual
beings. They were all men, and one was brighter than the rest of them.
He was holding an object like a staff which made him more powerful.
He gave me the message, "Oh, brother! Why don't you give us a real
challenge!" And then, all at once, they sent out immense feelings
of love to me as if someone had said, "One, two, three, Go!" It was
so powerful and so strong that I could hardly contain myself. I totally
forgot to end my prayer, but what an answer! There's more to this
story. A while later, my husband received an experience from these
same personages guiding and directing him in his life.
P - Unknown
young son of a co-worker was wild from puberty on and spent his teenage
years drinking, fighting, and sowing wild oats. He was a constant
source of heartbreak to his parents, family, and to the pastor of
their local church who had watched the boy grow from infancy. When
the young man got a particularly virulent form of cancer, they all
tried to talk to him about God and Jesus and the wonders heaven holds.
The young man blasphemed God and literally shook his fist at the Lord
every chance he got. One morning his mother came to work with a smile
that glowed with joy. She said "This morning my son came to me a changed
person. He begged my forgiveness for all the sorrow he has caused
us. He cried and said Jesus came to him last night and explained the
world and his place in it. He told me that the only reason he did
not beg to go with Jesus in the night was so he could tell me all
about it. He told me that tonight Jesus would return to take him home
and he was so excited to go with Him." She said her son called all
his friends and family and told them not to be afraid of death or
to fear God because heaven is a wonderful place and Jesus wants us
all to live there. He died that night, after he had given Jesus' message
to everyone. To me, that was a miracle. I never have forgotten it
and share it with everyone who will listen.
Laurel Johnson - Fairbury, NE
had always read and heard about miracles and angels but had not experienced
any myself. Until one day I went to university where I have to cross
a road. Everybody was standing there waiting to cross, but I was so
much in thought that I I did not pay attention and went to walk across.
Suddenly a black man, who I supposed to work as a road builder, appeared
in front of me and put his arm out to me. He looked deeply into my
eyes which telepathically told me not to cross the road. I did then
realise that a bus was coming. Afterwards, I was wondering how that
man had known my intention. In my surprise I forgot to thank him.Yes,
this is a reminder to me that angels do exist. So may I say 'thank
you' to you, my angel, and to God for saving my life. We are all looked
Miss Yan Yan - London, England
experienced a miracle 10 years ago that prompted me to follow God
as deeply as possible. I had a terrible case of psoriasis in college
(that I'd had since the 6th grade) and would pray every night for
some remission. I avoided dates. I avoided the beach and any other
place where I might be expected to wear a swimsuit. One night, Mother
Mary sat on my bed and put her hand on my shoulder and told me not
to worry. That soon I would be relieved. The next day I felt so clean,
revitalized, wonderful. Within a few weeks a book arrived in the mail
that my mom had ordered on a whim. It was a doctors guide to a special
diet (something my doctor said would have no effect on my skin condition).
The diet worked! My psoriasis that had once covered my entire scalp,
torso, elbows and other parts of me is practically gone. For this
reason and many more, I am very trusting of my instincts, emotions
and the guidance that God provides to me. Small miracles seem to happen
every day. I'm working very hard to develop my relationship with the
spiritual world and to be able to talk to and listen to the Lord.
S.P. - Unknown
was 14 years old, and my mother was in the hospital for liver problems
associated with alcohol. My younger sister and I were visiting her,
and we were sad, of course. Inside her room, I told my mom and sister
of a dream that I had the night before. In my dream I saw a favorite
local band member inside the hospital visiting his father. I thought
it was just a dream. But later me and my sis were waiting for my dad,
and all of a sudden the band member in my dream came walking into
the hospital! I had not known his father was ill and was actually
in the room next to my mom's! My sis and I started laughing because
we were so shocked. I look back now and see that God was trying to
tell us he was there for us, because our mother did end up dying.
Kristianne - Bloomington, MN
long ago I took a tumble down the stairs and seriously injured myself.
I stress-fractured my right ankle, sprained my left ankle, and broke
the smaller bone in my lower left leg. I could have blamed God, but
instead I looked at it as my lesson to rely on others for help. Even
though I have a precious husband and daughter, I tend not to rely
on them for help. I felt bad that they would have to pick up my duties
to keep the household going. I prayed for God to help them as well
for any other assistance he could give. It didn't take long for God
to answer. My next-door neighbor graciously volunteered to cook dinner
for a whole week for us. Then a member of our church that I don't
even know called me for directions to my home. She had a full dinner
prepared and wanted to drop it off. I have been touched by so many
people. But the best news is that I am completely healed a month ahead
of schedule! My doctor was so surprised. I now thank God even more
than I normally do, not just for healing me quickly, but for answering
my prayers through others.
Dawn K. - Fairlawn
a year ago, I found myself out of work and quickly going through my
savings. My abrupt departure from my job came after my supervisor
scanned my email and read some personal items indicating I was unhappy
working for her. After several months of job hunting, and dozens of
interviews that led nowhere, I began to question God. I was not angry
or impatient, but I kept asking, "Why?" "What did I do to deserve
this?" I felt that my situation was unfair and I was starting to become
despondent. "What do you expect of me?" "I need an answer soon!"
And I began losing hope. Soon after this plea, I did find a low paying
job, and I felt better about being back at work and productive again,
but I needed better pay, and a better work situation. I continued
praying. Within a short time I received a phone call from a friend
who was hiring for her company and I decided to interview. Not only
did I connect immediately with the staff at my friend's company, but
I was hired quickly to a higher position than my first job. I am now
in a management role with a company I enjoy and at a 50% PAY INCREASE!!!
When I look back at those difficult months with no work and then low
paying work, I am reminded that God has a plan for each one of us.
We do not see what He sees, and we should realize that God's timing
is not the same as ours. Hardships are endured for our growth and
progression and should be seen as a blessing. I thank God every day
for allowing me to lose my job, to be out of work, and to humble myself
to accept less. It has increased my faith and belief in His sense
of vision. The Lord definitely has our best interest in mind. I am
sure of it!
Gayle G. - Westchester, NY
was sitting in church during mass on Sunday by myself. While looking
at my hands, I noticed they really looked old and wrinkled. I was
regreting that fact when I looked up to see a very bright light. It
was as if stage lights had been turned on in the area right in front
of me. I was suprised at that, but even more amazed when I heard a
voice. It was a strong male voice which said to me these words: "It's
not what your hands look like that's important, it is the work they
do that is beautiful, and the work of the hands of all who are here."
I have been thinking about this and believe it was God himself talking
to me. What do you think?
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