My dear Siestas, talk to me today about miracles. I know some people who could use one. Take some stones of remembrance this day and be used of God to build up somebody’s faith. Ground rules: No exaggerations. No make believe. Just pure honest Biblical truth about what you know your God can do from first hand experience.
You guys are so dear to me.
Lord Jesus, show up in a mighty visitation this week in our community. You are our Hope and our Salvation. In You we place our trust. The very sign of that first Christmas was a miracle: “The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel – which means, ‘God with us.'” O Come, O Come Immanuel. So many need to know You are here. Grant us eyes to see and hearts to love. You are our everything. Thank You for Your goodness to us.
20 years ago on December 4th God blessed us with a beautiful baby girl. She was born 2 weeks early due to my high blood pressure. They had a hard time controlling my blood pressure after I had Lauren, by c-section, so I was not allowed to see her after she was born. The next morning I called for them to bring her to me but instead her Doctor came to see me. He told me they had been watching her all night long because something wasn’t right. He asked me to sign papers so they could run tests to determine what it was. I signed and waited. He finally returned and told me that she had contracted Group B strep while I was in labor with her. Back 20 years ago this was just becoming common so they didn’t routinely check for this before the Mom goes into labor…now this is something they check for and if positive they treat with antiboitics during labor. So, back then, it was very common for babies to die from this type of strep. My in-laws had just made it into town and found out about the diagnosis. We all prayed that God would heal her completely and God DID heal her!!!! I never panicked or felt anything other than God’s grace on her and knew He would do as he promises. I knew then that He had special plans for her and that she would live her life for him. My daughter is 20 years old and I am completely blown away when I watch how she serves Him. I could not think of a more powerful miracle than this and I thank God everyday for his mercies!
I see one every day. My three year old Jackson was a miracle birth. The fact that I am able to be his mother is a miralce in and of itself. I was very near death following his delivery. He’s had some developmental delays and although never formally diagnosed, I know in my spirit he had something fairly debilitating. God has healed him and continues to heal him. He still has a speech delay and his balance is still off a bit but he went from not being able to hold his head up and not walking until almost two to a thriving three year old. The whole process has been a miracle. Yesterday he was singing “Happy Birthday Jesus.” I praise the Lord for His strength to continue to renew me to be his mother and dealing with a delayed child… it’s tough! I praise the Lord for his amazing divine appointment of our therapy and physician teams and I praise the Lord Jesus that He alone has healed my son and continues to do so every day!!
May God continue to bless you and your son!!
After doing the “Believing God” study, the word “miracle” has so much more meaning. My brother who has been a pronounced agnostic bordering on atheist, invited me to church for Christmas Eve! his unfortunate divorce led him to his high school sweetheart who happens to be a devout Christian. He hasn’t been “saved” yet, but it’s a God miracle that he is even going to church on a weekly basis.
This miracle happened just this week!! Tuesday, 11/30, I fell and really messed up my right ankle. Our choir program at church was the following Sunday. Because of the staging of the program, we did not have our choir chairs and were having to sit on the risers. I did not know if I’d be able to get up and down and had problems during rehearsals. That Sunday, however, I was able to stand and sit when directed with no problems and had no pain. It bothered me before and is bothering me now, but Sunday was miraculous. Not just because of that, but because we had several people saved–we are still praising God.
Sharon
Pontotoc, MS
My miracle… I really really really forgave my ex-husband for betraying me and ending our marriage. I don’t even smell like smoke anymore… 🙂
Love,
Angie in Michigan
xoxo
Me too, Angie. It has taken 12 years, but today we can actually have a conversation without conflict. Only because of Christ!
Angie,
I love this! It is a miracle when we can forgive like this by His grace alone.
Your post brought tears to my eyes. I am thrilled for you! What a wonderful gift you have given yourself, your family, and your ex-husband too. Hooray for God’s grace.
(yay! for the Daniel study reference! Love it! To this day, we can’t go to a Mexican restaurant without my 7 yr old cousin mentioning that sizzlin fajita story. it’s hysterical!)
I try to put perfume over my smoky smell and hope that I blend in. i have a hard time getting over stuff. nothing like this though! I can’t even imagine having to get over something like that. i want to grow up around this community of women… love you. love your testimony.
My miracle came when my last child was born. While doing the ultrasound they found a growth on her brain and it appeared to be the condition where babies brains are outside the skull. They told us not to look up the medical info on the internet as it was always fatal. That time was a true crisis of faith for me and as God’s timing is always perfect my church was doing the studying Believing God. For a month we waited for her to grow so another test could be done. Lots of people were praying but I withdrew into myself and had lots of arguments and pleading with God til I came to the point I had to say I believe God. I told God I would still praise Him even if He took my baby. That I was going to believe Him and his faithfulness. Well my precious little girl will be 5 years old in 13 days. She was born healthy and is driving me crazy as any 5 yr old would. She did have to have a cyst removed from her head at 8 months. Yet I am grateful God allowed that cyst to remain so that no one can say oh the doctor read the test wrong. No it was there so all may know God performed a miracle on her
It has been my dream for as long as I can remember to go to Africa, and just last week I was offered a spot on a mission trip to South Africa for 2 weeks this summer!! But before I could say yes I had to go ask the dean of the radiology program I am in for permission to miss the last 2 weeks of my program (including all of my finals) and be back just in time for graduation. I dont think I have ever been more nervous in my life, the likelihood of me getting to go on the trip seemed slim to none (considering we are only allowed to miss 12 days through all 6 semesters). Before I could even finish telling him about the trip and what I would miss, he looked at me and said “there is no way I can let you miss this trip. Its a once in a lifetime opportunity. We will do whatever we have to do so you can go and graduate when you get back.” I still can’t believe it’s true! I have already started saving money. I’m really going!! Anyways those are my 2 miracles from this week! dreams really do come true!! God is awesome and I just love Him and His surprises!!
In two days my oldest son will graduate from college. This is another miracle for him and for me. There were times 18 years ago, when I didn’t know what would be in our future. I had been plunged into single motherhood with three hurting children; one of them with severe learning and emotional problems. It was two days before Thanksgiving and my husband was in love with someone else. He left his family and never looked back. I really was left with all the responsibility. It was very difficult for the next 12 years, but miracles happen in the darkest of days. God renewed my strength daily.
Happily, all three have graduated college, my beautiful daughter is married to a fine young man, the boys are no longer controlled by anger, and I can testify that God is a husband to the husbandless and a Father to the fatherless. He is more than faithful. The fact that I can look back without pain or bitterness is a miracle. I praise Him that I love.
After 6 1/2 years, 3 doctors and 2 heartbreaking miscarriages the Lord gave us a baby girl that will be born in May 2011! My 8 year old son is so excited to be a big brother and we are feeling very blessed. I had unexplained infertility and our little miracle was conceived in a month where I had not received medication or treatment. Praise the Lord! His timing is always best and we are so grateful for His miracle!
Hi Siestas, I’m relatively new here, but really enjoying reading your posts. When Big Mama asked us to talk about a miracle in our lives, I gotta tell you – I’m walking one right now! I’m 44, and was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma (breast cancer) on 8/20/2010. I have seen God’s hand so clearly throughout my experience. From the day 3 weeks after my yearly mammogram was normal when I decided to do a self check and found the lump – to tonight – 13.5 hours before I have the nurse insert the chemo IV for the last time. He has healed me. In the physical sense through Drs and nurses, and the strength to face each new procedure. But also spiritually, through evidence of His presence each time the darkness tried to close me in, or the fears came without warning. I have had so many opportunities to tell people – it’s not just focussing on the light at the end of the tunnel that has gotten me through (though right now that light looks pretty good! It is knowing that the True Light has chosen to walk right beside me, to show me clearly where to place each step. He has given me joy and peace, and the ability to share them, and I pray I have pleased Him each time I have said His name. This is my miracle – I am who He says I am, and I can do all things through Christ! He will not leave me or forsake me, and He will not leave me to decay. What a wonderful adventure to walk with Him – even when it means I have to face something really hard. Because of Him – Karen N
My children are both miracles. When I was in the hospital delivering my first child I had grand mal seizures and went into a coma for three days. Before I came out of the coma I remember peace and a white light. I was told my heart had stopped and I could have died and not to have more children. At a prayer meeting a woman beside me prayed in prayer circle four years later that I would have another child. Three years after that I was told I was expecting again. The doctors gave my child and me a 50/50 chance of living. We not only survived the seizures again but this child serves God in the church today in ministry. PRAISE THE LORD!!!! (My story may not be copied or printed in material by others)
I could tell you many stories of miracles I’ve witnessed, or been the recipient of, but here is my absolute favorite.
When I started college, I began to get warts all over my feet. At first, just one, then another. By the time I was a junior, my feet (and parts of my ankles and behind my knees) were covered with warts. I tried all the over-the-counter medications, but nothing worked. I went to see a doctor, and he told me they would have to be frozen off or surgically removed. And, because they were so large, deep, and numerous, removal would mean I would be unable to walk for several weeks. Besides, the doctor added, they would grow back. Something about my constitution made me prone to warts. I could get rid of them . . . but not permanently.
I went to college in Arkansas, where shorts and sandals were the almost daily uniform. I, too, wore sandals, but covered up the warts on my feet with dozens of band-aids. One night, before school let out for the summer, a friend (who was to be my roommate the following year) came to my room to ask how she could pray for me over the summer. I mentioned an upcoming mission trip, and provision for a short-term job. Then she asked, “Why do you always have your feet covered with socks or band-aids? I’ve never seen your feet.” I told her that I had some ugly warts that I didn’t want anyone to see. “Can I see them?” she asked. I hesitated, but I slowly took off my socks. She looked at my feet, and I could see shock in her eyes. “They’re not that bad,” she said. But the look on her face said otherwise.
Summer came, and I left for England on a six-week mission trip. During my stay overseas, I started noticing my warts getting smaller. I chalked it up to something in the English water system (yes, for real!), and figured they’d grow back once I was back in the States. I came home for the last several weeks of summer vacation, and still the warts got smaller and smaller. By the time I went back to Arkansas at the end of August, every single wart was absolutely gone. Not a trace or marking showed they had ever been there.
I walked back into my dorm room, and my new roommate (the friend who had asked to see my feet before we left for the summer) was already there. I was wearing sandals – and NO band-aids, NO socks. My roommate and I hugged, and she asked how my summer had been. Then, she asked to see my feet. “You’ll never believe this! My warts are gone!” I told her. She just smiled and said, “I know. I’ve been praying all summer that God would remove your warts because I could see how upset you were about them.”
That was 12 years ago. I have never had another wart on my body.
This may be a simple story, but to me, it speaks volumes. If God cares so much as to number the hairs on our heads and to remove the warts from our toes, He absolutely loves the whole of us like crazy! Nothing is too small or too frivolous to talk to Him about or ask Him for. I catch myself saying things like, “That’s too silly to pray about” or, “God has much bigger things to take care of.” But that attitude is off. The Bible says, “Give all your worries to Him, because He cares about you” (1 Peter 5:7). That “all” gives us permission to take everything to Him, big, small, and in-between.
Now, when someone asks me what my favorite physical feature is, I always answer, “My toes!”
I love this! That is so like God to love us in such personal ways!
Bless your heart, you had a hard time with those warts didn’t you? Your story was so good and I must confess you had me laughing although I know it is a serious matter.
“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News!” Romans 10:15
Indeed. This blog post has gotten me through the week. I really don’t want it to stop any time soon.
When I was 13, the platform tree house my brother built broke with both of us on it. We fell approx. 25 ft to the wooded ground. One miracle is that my brother merely got the wind knocked out of him. The other miracle is myself. I landed in a way that gave me a compression fracture of my spine but I didn’t know that. I got up and walked to the house , halfway there stopping to twist my back because it felt “out of place”! Little did I know! Once I laid down at home I couldn’t get back up and my parents took me to the hospital on a closet door they were installing in my bedroom. MRIs, surgical consults, etc. followed and it wasn’t know if I’d be able to walk or have all my bodily functions. One piece of the miracle turned out to be that a surgeon doing a new procedure that was probably my best chance “happened” to practice in our moderate sized town. He not only knew the procedure but was teaching it. I was the youngest patient they’d ever done it on but my parents prayed a lot and gave the ok. Eight hours of surgery later the surgeon came out of the OR and told my parents it was a miracle. Bone fragments were actually pushing up against my spinal cord bending it. He said “that never happens. They sever the cord and then bounce away from it with this kind of injury.”. I kept all my function and feeling in my legs and abdomen. Today, other than a few long scars and memories of months in a back brace for the bone graft to take, I am totally fine. The surgeon also said that this new approach was the only way they could have gotten all the bone fragments. Whenever I’m tempted to think I’m useless, I remember how God literally stopped the bone from slicing my spinal cord, how He provided just the right surgeon and procedure, how He gave me a nurse for a mom who knew what to do and I know He has a purpose for me and a me that can walk.
I know I have probably told you much of this so many times you’re sick of hearing it, but here goes. In so many ways, I can’t even explain it. It wasn’t instant, but it was most definitely a God thing! I have lived with severe depression (to the point of being suicidal most of the time) since I was 15 years old. I’d been in and out of counseling, once I became a Christian, bible study after bible study, more counseling, Celebrate Recovery, I’d just about given up when my husband dragged me and our three children to Camp Grizzly, a Boy Scout camp, last summer. He works full-time for the Boy Scouts and was appointed as Camp Director at Camp Grizzly. Part of the deal is they would feed and house our family for the summer, which is the only way we could afford that, since he would have to drop his second job to do this. The second job takes care of our grocery budget. Anyway, I thought it was only going to make things worse for me, since I would be away from all of my support at home. And with almost no internet access and no cell service at that. I was able to do the Ruth study, thanks to the Siesta Scholarship Fund! Thank you so much, ladies! It would have been a horrible summer without that, at least! Thank you, Beth, for doing that! I had pretty much decided after trying to kill myself last winter that I was never doing that again, but still didn’t really have much desire to live. Just knew that I couldn’t put my family through that again. Anyway, it was a bigger blessing than I ever could have imagined, with many “baby-sitters” (Grizzly Staff) to watch after my kids to some extent, and no meals to prepare or cook, and no house to clean, I had loads of time to read and write (two of my most favorite things in all the world) and really focus on God. I had also been given Beth Moore’s book on cd, “Get Out Of That Pit” by someone who had no idea how desperately I needed it! I’d never sought it out myself, cause like I said, I’d given up and was just trying to survive from day to day, but apparently God hadn’t given up on me. I did the bible study as a means of survival and got a whole new perspective on life. I think just getting away from all my normal distractions helped me to focus. I prayed and realized I had a seriously bad attitude when it comes to work (thank you, Ruth, and Kelly Minter!, but mostly thank You, God!) and I thought this was going to be a horrible guilt ridden thing and I would never change again, but for some reason it got through to me, and I realized that a lot of my thing with work is more out of fear, and then, I don’t do what I’m supposed to be doing at home and I feel bad about that and then I get depressed. I just feel like so much less than what I should be. I feel that way about not finishing my education (I flunked out basically.) and never having a job outside the home and having a kid so early so that I could avoid that, and all this just has resulted in me feeling like a total failure. I realized that what God considers valuable work and what others consider valuable are two totally different things and I decided that at least for now, I’m going to focus more on my kids and my housework (which I’m still struggling with) and not worry about getting a job outside the home, even though my family could really use the income. Baby steps. That’s what I’m constantly telling myself. And I have got to quit beating myself up!! I’ve always been horrible about that! That doesn’t help! Through that bible study and Beth’s book I think I finally got it through my head that God really does LOVE ME and want me to be healed! I have begged and begged for healing. I also realized that I had some stuff I really needed to find someone I could talk to about and wouldn’t you know it, shortly after we returned home, a woman in my church told me that I could call her anytime and I took her up on it, and got a lot of stuff out of my system that really needed to get out with someone I felt comfortable enough with to share some really embarrassing details with and she turned out to be the perfect person and is now my absolute best friend. That especially amazes me. I mean she’s heard some pretty gruesome details of my life and she still likes me!!!!! That’s another belief I’ve always had, that if people really knew me, they wouldn’t like me, so I never let anyone get to know me. But you know what, for the first time in my life, I’m really HAPPY sometimes, and have an underlying joy I’ve never experienced before all the time. I really can’t totally explain what was different this time. Why it finally worked for me. Well, it didn’t work, He did! That’s all I can say! I still struggle from time to time, but knowing that My God really does love me and isn’t holding anything against me and still wants me, has helped so much!
May not seem like a huge miracle, but it has been huge for me! I have a lump in my throat right now, just thinking about it! That’s another thing that’s been wonderful, being able to let myself feel again and be okay with it!!!!
You are awesome, Shellie! God says you are His masterpiece! God bless you and thank you for sharing! Ephesians 2:10
What a huge blessing for you. Our God is so good!
Oh, precious Shellie, emotional stability and opening yourself up to feel again are HUGE miracles when you’ve struggled with depression the way you have. God is so proud of you for enduring! Thank you for sharing your triumph!! You are a treasured jewel, Shellie Paparazzo, and don’t you forget it!
In October of 2010, my aunt was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer. The doctors said that they could try treatments but more than likely she wouldn’t make it.
Well, we prayed and prayed and had a big group of people praying for my aunt.
Today, she is completely cancer free and able to enjoy her grandkids and her farm.
It is a huge testament to the healing hand of God. It reminds me of how amazing he is all the time.
The fact that my mother has been with our Lord now for eight years on Dec. 27 is unbelievable. The fact that I remain in tact totally whole, fully satisfied, and consoled beyond belief is a miracle in itself. I would have told anyone life did not exist without my mom, but God had another plan and He is why I am here today. He has brought me through a journey, and that is my miracle. I am thankful to serve a faithful father.
I have been SO BLESSED to read all these testimonies. Thanks for the great topic, mommaBeth! Loving these pictures of our Father’s heart. Dazzling blend of His POWER and preciousness in all these stories.
Off topic: was christmas shopping on zappos and found BIG HAIR boots! Seriously. I laughed out loud. don’t know if we can post links, but here it is: http://www.zappos.com/product/7776936/color/11
or just look up ALDO DUKAS boots. You’ll know the pair. 🙂
Oh my I’ve been reading and praising God and amening if that is a word 🙂 What encouragement. I’ve got miracle after miracle but I think the one I will tell is pretty amazing to me as all of them but this is sort of different.
My husband has been with the Lord for 10 years now and so that left me here tending to things on my own. I live in the country and corn fields all around me. Ok, so every summer there was snakes in the yard,I would just scream and run and my little dog would just come running and most times get them. Once I got in the truck and ran over one and ran over it and screamed. I even shot one. Oh it was bad. Four years ago I just decided to talk to God about it. I walked the edge of my yard around and around and prayed and prayed and ask God if He would get them out of the yard and keep them out send them to the woods, or anywhere, I told him that he had given us dominion over the animals and I was going to take that authority over the snakes and didn’t want them back in my yard. Well I’ve not seen a snake since. I am so thankful I don’t have to worry about seeing one anymore. Each year I still walk the yard and pray and talk to God about it.
The last year I’ve had surgury for breast cancer and radation and chemo as well and just want to say God was there every step of the way too. He is so faithful even when we are not. Thank you Jesus
Pam
Campbellsburg In.
Oh, I love this – thanks for writing it! I love how you took your very earthly problem to the Lord and He fixed it for you!
Reading all of the posts of infertility makes me not feel so alone! We have 2 beautiful children 7 and 9. We dearly want more. I give up many times on praying. After 70 montly let downs it gets reather discouraging. Thank you for the reminders to pray.
My miracle is a sweet memory. I live in the Pacific Northwest and we don’t get snow very often. The year we were married I asked for one snow fall to walk in the snow with my new husband. The one day is snowed…my birthday! Such a personal God we serve.
I am a miracle.
I am doing what I thought was impossible.
I am alive, breathing, sane, loving, worshipping, praising, serving, learning, teaching, both joy-filled and happy…all without the love of my life, my precious daughter. Eleven years ago without any warning, God called her home at the age of 8. He took my excruciating anguish & agony and showed me His stunning suffiency. He’s made me living proof of Philippians 4:13 & Ephesians 1:18-20.
Oh how He loves us!!!!
I was pregnant with my third child in 1997. I am rh negative blood type and have had to receive shots during and after each birth (3). This pregnancy was very difficult. In my 24-26th weeks I found out that somehow I had become exposed en utero to her blood and had become isoimmunized, which means my body was now fighting against her as a foreign object (it is called the blue baby syndrome). My doctor told me that is now happens so rarely because they usually catch it in time. So this meant regualar monitoring. I had to have amniocentsis (3) during the pregnancy to keep check of the baby’s wellbeing. The higher the bilirubin the worse the baby’s stress as my body fought against her. This meant that she would need to be delivered at a specialty hospital. My doctor was planning on sending me to Kosairs. This also meant that she would need to be delivered by c-section as soon as she was able to survive outside the womb. OK….now enter another really bad health issue. I developed gestional diabetes. I had to be put on insulin a couple of weeks after finding out about the isoimmunization. I was going to the doctor’s office 2 times a week for monitoring. Now the diabetes could slow down her development regarding her lungs. So on one hand she needed to stay in there as long as she could to develop properly and on the other hand my body was fighting against her. I was a basket case. My mind was going crazy over the what-ifs…what is this happens what will I do….what if that happens what will I do. I came to that realization that my baby, which should be in the safest place in my womb was being attacked by my body and even in my womb she was not safe. I remember the place in the highway where the LORD spoke to me and told me that she didn’t belong to me….she belonged to Him and I had to trust Him with her. At that spot I gave her to Him and my other 2 children and also my Beloved husband. I found peace. The last amniocentsis was done and the doctor called my husband and myself into his office for the results. That test was to show how much distress the baby was in and when she needed to be delivered. The 2nd amnio had been bloody. My doctor did not tell me at that time how concerned he was. The last bilirubin should have been higher and indicated that we would have to go to Kosairs to deliver…instead, the bilirubin level was down to 0. He looked at us and told us that that just doesn’t happen. He told us that God answered our prayers and we could deliver in our hometown!!! He was going to deliver he on Dec. 23rd but I knew I would be in the hospital over Christmas and begged him to let it be right after Christmas. He agreed but on one condition. He said since her birthday would be the 26th that we must give her a birthday gift every year and not lump it in with Christmas. We agreed to that and have kept that promise every year. So Kylie Anne was born on Dec. 26th. She was born with a hole in her heart but it closed up before her 3rd birthday. She is truly a miracle and I know whenever I see her that God answers prayer.
God’s Miracle was to take a child who was rolling around in the muck and mire and set her feet on solid ground. It is waking up on the 5th of December and cry out …. Oh Father I submit my will my thoughts and my emotions all to you! It’s for the first time when I say … Oh Lord I am so in Love with you and who you are…that my heart is so filled up with joy and delight that I want to cry because it feels like it is going to burst. It is realizing that I am his child, truly in every since of the word. It’s saying I am a walking Miracle and knowing that is it ONLY because of His Grace that I am this way….
This is no exaggeration here… My Abba Daddy really peeled the scales off my eyes and I am oh so ready to soar like an Eagle to the Highest of Heights with Jesus!
Beth … you just have no idea how He used you as a vessel in my life, but I want you to know I love you and I honor you for who you are and what He has done through you. I want you to know that He wants me to tell you… Good job my well and faithful daughter.
Blessings as you walk through each day with Him… I can’t wait to see where we are all going to go together as His Children.
Lichelle
Lichelle,
I love your post. I too am a woman delivered by the One and Only! It’s amazing to see the wonderful things HE is ready and willing to give us, we just have to let go! Being set free is undescribable. Glad to know another woman has climbed out of that horrible pit! Praise the name of JESUS!!
About a month ago my daughter took a big spill off my bed and hit her foot hard on my dresser. I got her back on my bed and got some ice. After almost two hours with ice on and off every 15 minutes the swellling wasn’t going down. I took her into the doctor to get an x-ray. Yep of course the foot was broken. The next day my sister came over to check on my daughter and asked what she could do for her. My daughter asked if my sister would pray for her. My sister said yes and layed hands on her and prayed that God would heal her foot. I came into the room just at the end of the prayer. Surprised and loving that my daughter had asked for prayer I quickly agreed with my sister in the name of Jesus. Two hours later the radioligist called said the foot was not broken and to just follow up with our doc. Three days later she was walking on it fine with no pain. I thank the Lord that he either healed the broken foot or that he took the pain which was quite a bit very quickly.
Love you Beth keep up the good work.
Angie, this is AMAZING! Praise God for working a miracle in your heart. I love the Daniel study reference. My friend and I had done that study together and then ate at Bandana’s BBQ where their logo is “Smell That Smoke”-we took a picture of us in front of the sign and sent it to Beth! In all seriousness, fogiveness is a huge miracle. Yay God! Blessings Sister.
Read the miraculous story here: http://journalstar.com/news/local/article_74fd8f16-33d2-5c64-8494-eefd911403e6.html
James Lamb and his brother Andy were beginning a missions trip in Mexico when, as they were traveling to get supplies, the unthinkable happened. Their mother Susan was at camp and heard the accident, not knowing her own son’s life was in danger. God sent two US Marines to save her sons. Thousands of people in our community were praying for a miracle. He is still recovering in CA, but praise God for doing miracles in our day.
I know I’ve shared this before, but I cannot thank the Lord enough for what He has done for our youngest daughter Hope. She was born with an infantile seizure disorder, (a form of epilepsy), with the focal points being in her right temporal region. She had countless tonic clonic seizure clusters until 6 weeks of age, when a pediatric neurologist placed her on Tegretol, which thankfully controlled the seizures. Her prognosis was not good though, and she did have global delays. With much intervention, to include prayer, Hope is a precious thriving 11 1/2 year old, who loves Jesus. She has a determination that leaves us in amazement. Her seizures have been in “remission” for years, and we continue to pray the Lord would see fit to keep them at bay…FOREVER! But we trust in God’s will for her, and us. As she put it the other day, (or sang it), while we were at the tail-end of a 3 day gymnastics meet, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine!”…to all the weary families who had volunteered all wkd…she is truly God’s example of Hope to everyone she meets!
One came to me this morning…I know for a FACT THAT ATTACKS ARE NOT FROM GOD. wHEN ATTACKS FEEL LIKE YOU ARE MOVING FURTHER FROM THE LORD, THAT IS CONDEMNATION FROM THE ENEMY, IF THE PRESSURE MAKES YOU REPENT AND MOVE CLOSER TO THE LORD, THAT IS CONVICTION!
Wow, very well said! Thank you for sharing!! The ugly one has been attacking some friends and family members, and I keep praying for the Lord to intervene and show His love to those who truly need it. It is so hard to see the struggle (and even worse when it feels like you’re in the middle of it).
Thank you Siesta OC <3
Amen
well, I think I could spend hours reading every one of these comments…. I’m seriously considering printing them, reading each, and praying over all my sisters in Christ. There’s such a testimony of love for our Father in each of these stories. Fills my heart to overflowing. 🙂
My father was saved from prostate cancer and a ruptured spleen in one year. Praise God He is Good. He is the Great Physician.
I was invovled in a head-on car crash about a year ago. The other driver had passed out while comming around a curve and came into my lane. Through God’s provision I had enough time to see him comming and had almost compltely stopped by the time he hit me reduing the impact my half. My injuries were relitively minor compared to the accident. I had a couple of fractures of my C-5 vertebrae and bone contusions on both my knees.
Our miracle came in the form of our home…my hubby and I had been married for six years when we were finally able to buy a home. I had made a mental list of all the things I wanted…an island in the kitchen for baking Christmas cookies, spanish tile somewhere in the home (because I love it), a palm tree or two, lots of windows for sunlight to come through, a screened in pool and fireplace, and I had always liked those crystal doorknobs that look Victorian~ I figured it’d be nice to maybe have one of those. Most of those things might seem silly to some, but in my ideal house, that’s what I wanted. When we first walked into the house that God made for us, I was completely baffled…screened in pool, fireplace, palm trees out front AND out back, spanish tile all over the back porch, beautiful big island in the kitchen, and every single doorknob was crystal 🙂 🙂 🙂 My unsaved husband said, “Well if we do end up getting this house, it really WILL be a miracle from God.” Low and behold, God paved the way for us to not just buy the house, but orchestrated it in a way that was far beyond anything we could imagine. Our sellers even left a bottle of champagne for us in the fridge to celebrate our first night there.
It was incredible. And this weekend when I make Christmas cookies on my island, I know I’ll get teary-eyed again thinking about how amazing God has been to me!!! Love you, Lord <3 <3 <3
I can remember 9 years ago when Christmas really came alive for me. I was pregnant with my twin boys and was going through a very difficult and complicated pregnancy. My boys had been diagnosed with Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome…giving them only a 15% chance of survival. After several amniocentisis reductions, Dec. 24th I had an inutero surgery that would hopefully relieve some of the fluid from one of the babies and replace the fluid for the other. As I lay aching from the surgery, on Christmas Eve night, miles and miles from any of my family, I knew the overwhelming feeling Mary must have felt, traveling the distance to Bethlehem, exhausted, and in the painful beginnings of labor. I connected with the CHristmas story in a way I had never before. The miracle of motherhood is such a gift in itself, but for God to use the babies inside our wombs for even greater testimony, even beyond the grave, is breathtaking.
Now I don’t compare my children to CHrist, by any means, as I know they are full of the sin that put Him on the cross, but that day, I felt a small part of what Mary must have felt…an inconceivable overwhelming passion for the miracle that was about to happen within my womb.
Several weeks later, we received not-so-good news about the babies. One was suffering from anemia, and the other showing signs of heart failure. The doctor wanted us to come back in the following morning and cautioned us of what he expected to find by encouraging us to think about funeral arrangements. That evening, we fled to our church for prayer meeting. Five women, whom we didn’t know, came to us and said they felt the Lord leading them to lay hands on me and my womb to pray for our baby. Little did they know there were two very sick babies in the womb where they rested their hands of faith.
As they prayed, the twins leapt inside of me. I was so filled up I could barely move for fear of passing out.
The next morning when we went in for our appt, the doctors searched puzzled. Those silent moments of perplexity felt like years, I could feel the thumping, pounding of my heart all over my body. I wouldve sworn the med. instruments on the table were vibrating next to me.
After these agonizing moments, the doctor looked at me with unbelief, “Both babies are healthy and thriving.”
A few weeks later, we delivered 31-week bab boys at 2lb9 oz and 4lbs3oz. They are now two very healthy, active 8 year olds whose hearts and lives belong to Christ.
That’s awesome!
A series of miracles took place in Iraq. My husband was stationed there with the Army. The verse God gave us before he left was, Psalm 121:1-8.
His first day in country they were driving in a convoy surveying things and an IED went off right under my husbands vehicle. Shrapnel stuck in the windshield right in front of his face. Not one of the men was hurt. Days later a mortor attack came into thier area. My husband said he was basically standing in the center of a triangle shape of explosions and no harm came to him or anyone else that day. The biggest escape was yet to come.
They took out a small party one day and they were heading down the road. To the left was a steep ravine. To the right oncoming traffic with a huge cement barrier in between. In front of them was a bridge. Thier steering went out completely. They wound up jumping the barrier and dragging it into the oncoming traffic. They hit two Iraqi civillian cars and came to a stop. Again the Lord spared all who were involved. No one was injured.
This was huge in growing our faith. I didn’t tell you about the day that a mortar attack came two doors over. My husand survied, but a man gave his life that day.
There is a special place in my heart for all military, especially those overseas. Thank you for your miracle story and so thankful to God for His divine intervention and protection.
I am so deeply grateful for those who fight for our country. Thank you for sharing.
While all babies are miracles, my sweet son is a special one. I had a placental abruption when I was pregnant with him. Having an abruption is fairly common, but they are considered to be “early” at 20 weeks. Mine occurred at week 12. Doctors estimated that only 50% of the placenta was still attached. I spent the remaining 6 months of my pregnancy on bedrest on the sofa…with my blue Believing God bracelet on 🙂 …while my amazing and very gracious mother and mother-in-love took care of my then 2 year old daughter as well as my hubby and my home. God told me to believe Him for the life of this precious baby boy, and spoke Col. 1:17 to my heart over and over again, reminding me that HE holds all things together…even placentas. He nourished our baby and held the placenta together all the way through delivery, and we welcomed our 8 pound 11 ounce son in March of 2008. I am still in awe.
I’m sitting here in tears…Thank You Ladies for sharing your miracles! My husband and I need a huge on God can do this financial miracle this Christmas!
I have been unable to let it all go to Him and now I know I need to! No matter what I will praise Him!
Thank you for the encouragement!!
I love you all!
Donna (the mom of twin boys!)
Pulling this from my blog. I wrote this after my dearest friend was going thru a very rough time in her life. Feeligs of utter guilt & despair. She felt as if she deserved no ones love. I was the one & only person she shared these things with. For sometime, she began to feel better, but didn’t like my honesty in saying that her life needed to be turned over to the Lord for true peace. She is no longer apart of my life…I pray for a miracle every single day for God to keep knocking on her door, and that she will soon answer Him before it is too late.
“There aren’t enough nails”
My hands shackled behind my back.
Sitting in this wooden chair with a bright light in my face.
Blood and sweat cover me from my fighting.
I sit, chained..watching…right in front of me as my friend gets beaten..
Over..and over…
I sit…chained.
Helpless.
Hopeless.
I keep trying to break free.
It’s no use.
I am too weak & and these shackles are too strong.
Ever feel this way? Watching someone you care about get beaten…over&over. You feel completely and utterly helpless. Every time they are knock down you feel like someone just knocked the breath out of you. All you want to do is stop it…Intervene….Rescue…Save…Help.
“Take me by the hand; Lead me down the path of truth. You are my Savior, aren’t you?” Ps22:5
Savior. Now, that’s what I need….A Savior. These shackles could not hold Him back. He always comes. There may be blood and sweat on me. My friend may be on the edge of death, but He will come. He will rescue. He will intervene. He will help. Because only He can! I am just a flawed, weak human being. But He…..He is not. There are no flaws in Him. There is no weakness in Him. There aren’t enough shackles to keep Him tied down. There aren’t enough nails to keep Him up on that cross. He came back then…He will come back now. I will put all of my faith in Him…. I will continue to sing His praise as this blood drips from my face. My faith will save me. My friends faith will save her. He will save both of us. We just have to wait…. We have to sing to Him….He hears us. And He is coming. Rest assured…
He is coming…..
“He delivered us from so great a death, and does deliver us; in whom we trust that He will still deliver us.”
2 Corinthians 1:10
I don’t think I have ever left a comment, make once, but I have really thought about this this week. Years ago, I had a little one who did not sleep much and was up every night from 12 am until 5 am, SCREAMING. She did this for a couple of years. A dear friend at the time told me to pray over her and I was thinking, oh but I do. But what came out of my mouth was “What do I pray.” And she told me the words to say. That very night around 12 am, I woke up to hear my baby just laughing. It was like, you know, when you tickle a baby and she just laughs and laughs. That was what she was doing. She would laugh, then it would be silent. Then she would laugh again. This went on for a while. I got up to “go and see” but I stopped short at my doorway and said to myself “why am I so shocked”. Those angels were playing with her, after all, that was what I prayed for just a few hours earlier. She finally settled down and slept the whole night that night. (She only slept through the night maybe 10 times for the first 3 1/2 years of her life, no joke.) Well, that child is 10 yrs old now and doesn’t need as much slept as her mom, but you know, God made her that way for whatever reason. And the lesson I learned that night was that God cares about a tired Mom and He does answer prayer even over a silly dumb thing like a child not sleeping.
Oh He does care!!!!
God has been amazing but in a strange way to us! My husband has been laid off from his job for over two years now and we had to sell everything. It seemed one bad thing after another has happened to our family, but like Job God has opened our eyes to see Him in deeper ways without the world’s stuff getting in the way. God is teaching us not only to trust Him day by day but to open our eyes to the gift of suffering. Don’t get me wrong I don’t like to suffer! but I do like the way that still quite voice takes you to what is really important. We have seen God in deeper ways. We have doubted God, we have at times felt He was not there. He was and still is. Through it all we realized it was o.k. to be honest with God. When we did we realized all the miracles that were going on around us that we took for granted. how awesome is our loving Father to prepare us for the best when we would just settle for less!
Two years ago my mom was in a life threatening bicycle accident where she sustained a horrific closed head injury. The doctors gave her a 50% chance of living and if she lived did not have an encouraging long term prognosis. Because of where the injuries were the doctors did not think she would talk or walk for ever a year. I am here to tell you that by the healing power of the Almighty she went back to work teaching 3rd grade six weeks later. She absolutely amazed her doctors and her therapists as she sped through her recovery! We truly believe that God Almighty healed her!
After praying for 30 years for my dad to be in church regularly, he is there at the age of 70……every Wednesday and Sunday. (I never expected Wednesday too) Not only that, he is witnessing to all of his buddies. Thank you, Jesus.
My sweet friend Ammie Marcum was diagnosed with Leukemia when she was 18 years old. The doctors told her family she would be lucky if her brother or two’s sisters bone marrow would match hers 30%. The doctor’s also told the family she would have a 40% chance of surviving the bone marrow transplant even if she found a perfect match.
I will never forget what Ammie said. I was 12 at the time and she stood in front of the church and said that God would heal her and she would be back soon. She quoted some scriptures and in that moment I thought she knows she will be healed. Two weeks later her brother Lane went in to have his bone marrow tested and yes his bone marrow matched hers 100%. The doctor’s were amazed and said that 100% bone marrow would only match if you had an identical twin. Don’t you just love God. YOu know she went through some rough times she had radiation burns all over her body but She was healed. 17 yrs later she is married and has adopted a boy from Russia. She is a miracle!!! And I love her!!!!!!
The past 12 years have been full of miracles for me-
1. single again,delivered from the pit of a 6-year period of alcoholism (05-01-98)
2.came to know my precious Jesus
3. relationships with my sons were healed
4.new confidence in myself & sense of dignity restored
5. renewed enthusiasm for my career
6.strengthened relationships with family of origin
7.complete peace and comfort with being single again (and possibly for the rest of my life)because of being content in Christ’s love
8.opportunities to serve through missions,Bible Study
9.a few very deep female friendships cultivated
10.wonderful new relationships with a new daughter-
in-law and her family
11.forgiveness, personal emotional healing
12.year twelve: the love of my earthly life and I finally found each other, with God at the core of our relationship! (10-08-10)
Only our precious Lord could have had these things happen in my life. To Him be the glory, praise, and honor. Amen!!!!
I hope that my miracles will help someone hold on to the Hope that can only come by believing and trusting in our great and wonderful God.
Love to my Siestas,
Fran
Gulf Shores
My husband and I were laying in bed one night and before we went to bed we prayed together. All of a sudden my husband stopped praying and and I looked up and there was blood just dripping out on his chin. We ran into the bathroom to get a tissue and see if it was a cut or something. He wiped the spot that was bleeding, but there was absolutly nothing there. And each time he would wipe it more and more blood would come out. I was really getting scared because it was not stopping and there was no reason for the bleed. I felt like I needed to pray for it to stop. So I said out loud “In the name of Jesus, stop bleeding.” It stopped immediately, I mean immediately. My husband and I both looked at each other in amazement. I really don’t know what that was all about, but I consider that a miracle.
In 2003, I graduated from college, married and with my first child on the way at the age of 24…miracle #1. It was a stretch to pay for college as I went, but we managed for me to come out with no student loans. Miracle # 2. As I was finishing up I had a feeling that my education was not over, but there was no way I was going to be able to continue on to Graduate school with no financial assistance. I had enough belief that if the LORD wanted me to continue on he would part the sea and make a way becuase it just seemed so out there for me to do more school with no loans. My husband was not in agreement for me to go if we couldn’t do it on our own…so I just said…well the LORD works miracles if he wants something done.
Long story short, the whole process from the school I was accepted to, to taking the GRE 8.5 months preggo in the summer and barely passing, to managing all of my coursework, internships, etc…all with a small child at home, and then getting pregnant at the end of my last semester, and having my 2nd child weeks after graduation…ALL DEBT FREE is a absolute miracle. He provided in ways I can’t expalain. I don’t know how all of the work was completed…but it was. To this day I am only using my degree here and there when I have the opportunity in daily living. It is not for profit.
I stay at home with my children and am able to ask them how they “feel” about something, but I don’t get the same applause for it as I would outside my four walls. Many people didn’t agree with the choice I made to go during that time, but He sent me to heal me. Of course I haven’t arrived, who has. I thought I was going in how to learn to be the best therapist in all of the land. Little did I know, HE was footing the bill to put me through 2 years of a different kind of therapy.
His ways seem wonkie to me at times…but of course HE is right.
God is truly a God of miracles!
Our oldest daughter is now 3 1/2. When she was 1 1/2 she started having small seizures several times per day. All of the tests they ran came back normal and they had no idea what was causing them. The doctors suggested that we put her on medication because, while she could grow out of them it was not likely and they would probably get worse over time. My husband and I did not want to do this because she was so little and the meds were so heavy duty. We spent uncountable mornings, days, and nights on our knees crying out to God to heal her. It was so painful to watch her have the seizures that we were just about to give in and try one of the suggested meds. This was early November and we were planning on starting them over Christmas break because I am a teacher and would be able to be with her for a few weeks. We still continued to pray and the day after Thanksgiving she had her last seizure. Glory to God! They just stopped immediately, God had healed her. That was one year ago and she hasn’t had a seizure since. What a mighty God we serve!
Sara,
Thanks for sharing your miracle about your daughter! What an amazing God of miracles 🙂
Too many, too many.
Sometimes my miracles from God are in the form of peace in storms of life…joy in deep sorrow…love so deep where there should only be bitter hatred. God gives. He is a giving God.
And other times, my miracles from God are in the form of the healing of relationships. He restored a broken relationship I had with my parents. He might as well have said “Rise up and walk!” That’s how paralyzed our relationship was. But God healed it, praise Him! And He used Beth Moore’s study on John, The Beloved Disciple, to bring about that beautiful miracle.
I’ve seen miracles of God’s creation…clouds that formed into three words that stopped me in my tracks. Three little clouds high in the sky. The first one I noticed was a perfect heart-shape. Right in front of that heart was the letter “i.” Right on the other side of that heart-shape was the letter “u.” i <3 u. i love you. As soon as I put the words together, it was like a mighty wind blew them away. Those words were straight from God and they were His miracle to tell me that He loved me. No one else was on my deck that day. Just me. But I saw what I saw and it was beautiful.
More hearts came later on and still come to me today. I've seen Kiwi fruit served to me at a Women's Missionary meeting. The seeds of the Kiwi were formed into a perfect heart shape. I randomly picked up a shiny pebble out a North-Georgia mountain stream. It was full of mica, which is shiny like gold. But even more of a treasure to me…this pebble…about the size of a dime…was shaped in a perfect heart shape. Random? No way. Godstop? Amen. I recently was passed by a log truck as I was driving home from work. One of the logs had a shape of a heart on the top end of the log. All the others were solid, round logs. But that one had a heart-shape at the top. I just smiled and said, "I love you, too, God."
He is working a huge miracle in my life right now. I don't see it with my flesh eyes…I see it with my faith eyes. I have two daughters…prodigals…that I pray by faith for their return. I have not seen one ounce of hope, but I know it's coming and it's all in His timing. I have a marriage that is hanging on by a thread. Separated but not legally. Everything appears over. But God has spoken ABIDE, AMEN and OUTLOUD. And He said, "Put your ring back on."
Abiding in Christ has been very hard for me. But I am treasuring every step of this process. He is teaching me so much about how important it is to allow Him to be my God. I cannot fix this. I have to trust Him. And the timing is all His. And I must draw close to Him. The Secret Place of the most High. Psalm 91:1.
Amen. It is done. Yes. Restored marriage or not. Returned prodigals or not. I AM is my AMEN.
Outloud. That one has been hard for me to grasp. At first I thought that meant praying scripture outloud and I did that. But as time has passed, I have had a vision of being in the tomb with Christ…waiting…looking at His dead body, so still and lifeless…but knowing that His Resurrection Power was coming! Just like He spoke, "Lazarus, come forth." God's Resurrection Power is coming. I am abiding with Christ. He will speak life into my situation. That will be my Outloud. Amen and Amen!
I've been through heartbreak…but my heart is full of Joy. That's my God.
I've been through fear…but my God has been my Deliverer.
I've been through wave after wave of rejection, slander, isolation, persecution, and sorrow…but my Jesus has lifted me up when others attempted to plow my back with their anger vented on me. He then took my place.
He bought me with His love. He saved me.
He bought me with His love from those I've had to forgive because they just don't have a clue what they are doing. Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
His cross has become so precious to me. I see Him there, suffering for me…and for those who hurt me. He died for all. His Grace loved me before I was saved. His Grace loves those who reject Him. His Grace teaches me to forgive, just as I am forgiven.
Miracle? It will be the song I sing in heaven.
Redeemed.
By the blood of the Lamb.
What a miracle He has done in my life. He never slumbers or sleeps.
Love the heart messages from God to you. He plants flowers along the roadways for me in the spring and summer and kisses my cheek with the warmth of the sun sometimes. Love it.
That’s beautiful, Pam. It’s so jaw-dropping for me when I find them in unexpected places. He speaks. Isn’t that amazing??? Sometimes the way He sends me the hearts, I realized how much effort He had to go through for the exact timing of the heart to appear.
God is FAITHFUL.
Dear Beth, I want to post a blog from a good friend who is asking for prayer over their precious baby Samuel. As we contemplate the birth of our precious Savior, Jesus, I can also contemplate the love Jesus has for baby Samuel. Please send this around and pray over this precious life. Thank you…in baby Jesus precious name!
http://lothblogs.wordpress.com/2010/12/09/155/#comment-533
My miracle was healing from depression. I lived with it for years, in and out of suicidal thoughts and fear. It reached a point when I no longer wanted to live but could not take my own life…I couldn’t do that to my family. People were praying, I was praying but I was worn out with the effort and in dispair one night I called out to the Lord and asked him to take me or fix me I didn’t care any more…just put me out of my misery.
A loving Christian friend gave me a book by Stormy Omartian and in it she said we needed to repent of all our sins remembered and forgotten…I was to ask the Holy Spirit to bring to mind all of them. So I spent the night doing that, writing them down, covering a whole page front and back in small print…so many I was amazed. Then I started at the first one and told HIM I was sorry and asked him to forgive me…I was sincere and really honest with HIM about everything…finally falling into bed exhausted.
When I woke in the morning I knew I was healed…I could feel it! Praise the LORD. I was so surprized and excited but would it come back…I was afraid to tell anyone at first…then I told first my husband and then I gave a small testamony one Sunday evening. For a month the Lord told me he wanted me to “talk” What did that mean…I thought, did he want me to become a “speaker”? But no it was more of a testamony in front of the whole church on a Sunday Morning. It was a revelation to me and some others perhaps that God does still do mircles.
I am still healed and it’s been years…I don’t know why he answered my prayer this way or why he does not say yes to others…I am not made aware of these things. I only know I am forever Blessed and thankful.
In 2006 we moved from Houston (the home of our hearts) back home to Atlanta to be near our elderly parents. We (nicely) say that we came home to bury our parents, then we are getting back to Houston as fast as we can 🙂 Well, I underestimated my GOD and His timetable. In 3 1/4 years, 5 different immediate family members have been hospitalized near deaths door. I have stood in ICU’s 5 different times listening to doctors say how grave the situations were. All the anxiety, all the stress, all the fear, over and over and over again. Each time, the LORD raised my family member up out of that room, and restored them ALL back to full health. I used to ask that verse “when will we see the goodness of the LORD in this land”. Now, I can say “I HAVE seen the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living!” So now Houston will have to wait a little longer 🙂 Jah is here.