I heard. Literally, I heard. One day I decided to test my faith in God, though not test God, Himself. I asked God to send a bird down to rest upon an old dried-up tree stump in my yard. I prayed for that very thing and went back into the house to sit at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. I prayed in faith and expectancy and then I waited with the tree stump in clear peripheral view as I read the newspaper. It wasn’t a few minutes later when a robin, I think it was, flew down into the yard and hopped over to the stump and stood there for a few seconds before hopping along again. Awesome!
I thought then that I was onto something and prayed for something better. I then began to pray in faith and expectancy for something even more miraculous - ultimately so. I then began to pray for the Lord to show Himself to me. This particular prayer went on for months. I even prayed for it in public, at a park, out loud, as people walked past me while praying for it. Each day, several times a day, I looked to the sky fully expecting to see the face of God. As I mentioned, this prayer and looking to the sky went on for months but I saw nothing. So, as with the passing of time, my prayer and expectancy to see the face of God also passed. I no longer prayed for it - I no longer looked to the sky. Then one day, a few months after I had stopped expecting to see God, the Lord called my name. Yes, I repeat - the Lord called my name. I recall every detail with perfect clarity. I was lying on the bed reading a Kennedy family biography. All the sudden I heard my name being called in ONE ear, my right. It was not an audible calling in the way you and I would hear each other while conversing. This voice was heard from deep within my ear, not outside in the atmosphere. It began as a whisper, then greatly intensified in volume. As it intensified in volume, a beautiful, highly euphoric sensation ran up the right side of my head to the top, while simultaneously running down the right side of my neck and under my chin. It coated the whole right side of my head and neck. It was very warm and tingly. Think of pouring a bowl of warm syrup over the top of a basketball – that’s how the voice and the feeling spread from deep inside my ear - my right ear ONLY - and up the side to the top and down the right side of my neck. His voice sounded like a crowd at a pro football game when the winning team makes a touchdown OR the roar of a crowd at a concert OR like when your television cable goes out and all you hear is static - it sounded like static, but static that could verbalize. It started faint then intensified all in two to three seconds.
"gggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" I jumped out of the bed and braced myself against the desk and just stood there bewildered, in layman’s terms - i was "totally freakin' dude!" I just stood there for a while with my hands against the desk, bracing myself, my mouth hanging open - stunned. There was no doubt in my mind what had just occurred. Nothing of that magnitude has ever happened before or since. I am not insane - period. Later that day, I cried. This was a miracle - no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Sometimes I still get emotional when thinking of it. God did NOT have to do that for me, yet He did - He DID!
Sometimes, I ask myself why He did it for me, and then I always remember - because I asked Him to and believed He would and expected it. True, He did not show Himself to me, but he called my name - supernaturally so. I am just an ordinary person, a sinner. I have my crosses to bear and my issues to overcome. I have had a difficult life - the hate and unkindness of other people, who don’t honor God and don’t have a relationship with Him are what make this life difficult. But I believe in God and I believe in divine purpose, and divine preparation for that purpose. There is no logical, earthly explanation why this happened. I am just another of Gods humble children who doesn’t think he is any better or any worse than anyone else whether it be a homeless person lying in the gutter, or the president of the United States. I believe in God.
This was maybe six or seven years ago. Since then, I’ve "gone one better" again and began praying for a miracle so grand that it would change my life and the lives of a good many people, for the better, mind you. I have been praying and believing and expecting for years now concerning this miracle blessing to no avail - YET! But I believe. Even when the frustration and disappointment of no manifestation grip me and try to defeat me and sway me to renounce my faith, I still believe. My faith is a flame that fluctuates from an intense white hot to a mere flicker - but it NEVER dies - NEVER. Its still there - I believe. Gods blessings to all. Thank God for all blessings for all people for all time.
With love eternal,
Wow - amazingly our move went pretty smoothly - a few glitches but overall wonderful. We were looking for a house and looked through a lot - one house went up for sale and we saw it on day 1 (my husband) and I saw it on day 2, then took my daughter back to see it. We all loved it - the prior owner had put so much work into the home and it was like new in many, many ways. The floor plan worked, and it was in a perfect location. We put an offer on it and it was immediately accepted - no going back and forth. It's like there was a plan, we were destined to be here. God answered our prayers, made things work so smoothly.
Our beloved previous next door neighbor George passed away, just short of reaching 100 years old. My husband asked me to send flowers to the family (George had lived for 30 years in the same home as his daughter and her husband, through their kids and grandkids). I picked out a bouquet in a basket, and the counter person asked me if I wanted to send a card. I said yes, picked up the pen and could think of nothing to write, not one word. I went blank. Then I thought I need God to tell me what to say, and I put the pen down and the words flowed. It was simple and went something like this: "George was a saint, both in life and now. We loved him. Bless you for being the caretakers you have been." And some other words I cannot remember. Well, I trusted it was ok and was done. Then my husband spoke with the family a few days later and they went on about the note. Today we got a thank you note from them and it stated that my note was extraordinary and made them all cry. It was only a few simple words, but it made some sort of impact - I think it was because the words came from God through me.
I'm from Holland and i would like to share my story with you.
I'm a 20 year-old student in Amsterdam. Things were not going great for me at all.
Every night i cried and felt so alone, i couldn't even think about my future because i was so scared of it.
See my school is very important for me and my mother got great expectations of me, which can be difficult now and then.
Anyway, to stay on college all students kneed at least 80 points in the second year, so not; your dismissed and have to begin all over again, and i already was in my second year. I had only 76 points and was waiting for these 4 points i thought i had left over. So i had to wait for a week to get these points together, they weren't registered yet by 2 teachers. I prayed a lot, cried allot and became depressed; nothing made me happy.
I remember crying in my room and my little brother (3 years) came in and he asked me; "what is going on?", (I know...this sounds crazy) i told him i was feeling sad because things were not going great and then he said to me like a adult would say it: "Don't cry, I'm here with you, don't you know that i love you?". I looked at him, i was stunned, I mean which 3 year old boy talks like that?? I knew it was God speaking...I felt it too, i was 100% sure God was with me...after he said that he hold me and I got calmed.
Later that week, the school informed me by phone that i couldn't go back and I was dismissed. That moment was like hell for me...i wasn't myself anymore, I wanted to kill myself, i had all of these crazy thoughts. What would people think of me? I couldn't even make it on school... this is how i felt. I cried and yelled; nobody was at home but me. I never felt so much pain and i was never that scared before...the whole time i knew that God was there for me, but I was still very scared! I felt like this was the end for me. On my darkest hour God calmed me down he spoke to me and said call your school back, so I did, and I told this person that i was still missing 4 points, it seemed that the 2 teachers still didn't registered my points on the internet. Now i do got my points and i can finish my college with the will of God, see when the school informed me that i couldn't come back i was destroyed, I would never be able to call back and put the record straight, if it wasn't for the voice of God.
He is Amazing, He is my Father and from now on i will not make decisions without him. Praise the Lord.
Lost & Found
We are getting ready to move, and while I have been packing and cleaning, I have not wanted to ruin my newly replaced wedding ring, so I regularly take it off so not to scratch it or have something happen to it. I have a certain place I keep it but decided I should not keep it there in case I forget to wear it and then when the house is shown, it would be easy for someone to take. So, I have been placing it prominently on the counter with my hair barrette so I will know to wear it or put in my pocket.
One morning I got ready as usual and was going out of town, with the realtor coming by prior to my leaving. The next day would be showings coming through and I had a lot to get ready before I would leave. So, when I pulled out of the garage and began to drive, I noticed I didn't have my ring on. It wasn't in my pocket, and so I went back to the house. I looked everywhere I had been, everywhere I might have put it (like in the pocket of the jeans I wore the day before, and where I had a habit of keeping it). I found it nowhere, and I knew I had to leave. I just hoped that no one would find it, or it was in my purse and I'd find it after I got to the motel.
I prayed that I would find it, and no one else would. I was so worried, and I did not find it in my purse. I was beginning to panic. I knew I could do nothing until I got back to the house. Once I got back later the next day I looked again, tried to retrace all my paths from the prior day. I then realized I had not seen it in the morning with my barrette - so where was it? I could not find it anywhere, and jut prayed about it. I took a break and then pulled my dresser out in case it fell behind and asked my daughter to climb back and look - nothing. I pushed the dresser back and straightened out the cloth over the dresser, and to do that I had to lift part of the stereo, and I felt something move. I wiggled it out and it was my ring! There is no way it could have ended up there on its own or by me putting it there. Somehow it ended up there and a "push" was given to me to need to straighten the cloth, which normally would not bother me. It was a miracle, no less! I now keep it in my wallet in the change portion until we got done with the move.
As my daughter and I travel between the mountains and Denver on a weekly basis, we find instances when we know God is watching over us.
=> One time we were on icy roads and there were cars in front, at a good distance from us, and the same with cars behind us. I felt pretty good about the distance on those roads. Came to a dry stretch but there was ice again so I put my brakes on before the ice to slow down and to let the cars behind me know that they need to slow down. It was on a downhill portion of the road, and I saw a slow farm vehicle that the cars in front had to slow down for. I knew I needed to keep a slow speed because when I catch up to them I'd be going downhill and having a hard time slowing down. Then I looked at my rear view mirror and saw a big pickup truck fishtailing and coming up on me fast. There was also a freight truck coming toward us in the other lane (only 2 lane road). I wasn't sure what to do - speed up to give him time to slow - but he was coming too fast to make that work plus I risk crashing into the vehicles at the bottom, or bailing into the snow on the side of the road - and risk having him do the same on top of me. All I could do was maintain my speed as it was and pray hard. I prayed to know what to do and please save us from this impending danger. I looked in my rear view mirror and I could not even see his headlights anymore I knew this was bad, so I closed my eyes and prayed that I trusted God to help us get through it. At the moment I opened my eyes I saw a huge cloud of snow behind us, and my daughter was saying "Oh my God" over and over. She saw the truck bail off the road and flip over throwing all its load all over the place. There was nothing I could do nor anywhere to pull over. I asked my daughter to call 911 and report the accident. Then we stopped in the next town and ran into a highway patrolman and a patrol chaplain. We told them about the ordeal and he said the 911 dispatch had come in and he asked me some questions, and said we did the right thing. Later I called to find out how the guy was in the truck and he was lucky with only minor scrapes and bruises - he must have had his seatbelt on. We were thankful for the outcome in this situation.
=> We have had car troubles during the drive - once the wiper on driver side flew off the moment we got out of the torrential rain - and cleared up the remainder of the way (I now keep a spare pair in the trunk). Also - my car is an imported limited edition car, so bear in mind this particular car has no dealer or shop in the mountains anywhere near us to repair or get parts. I can only get work done in Denver on it unless it's simple, like an oil change.
=> Once we lost the thermostat apparently and the engine was running pegged out in the cold area, which put the engine light on. We stopped, then got on our way and found that running the air conditioner kept it stable. We had to go back to Denver the next week so we ran with the air conditioner on in the cold, and we had to pull off once. Got to Denver and we were able to get it to the shop and fixed.
=> Once we had a low tire but had to go so I pumped it and hoped it made it - it held pressure the entire trip so I wasn't sure if it had a hole, but it went low a couple days later. I took it to the tire shop and they found a 4 inch nail in the tire - so we were lucky to make the trip without getting stranded with a flat tire!
=> The day we were supposed to drive back to Denver, a big snowstorm came up and we decided not to drive in it. We went out in the Denver snow to go catch a movie, and some guy honked at me to roll down my window. He said I have no brake or back lights at all. So when I could I pulled off and had my daughter check - no lights. I called the car service department and they let me come in at the end of their day to diagnose it. It turned out to be a blown fuse in the engine area, not the fuse box - we would not have found this out on our own. So once again we were being watched over and corrected a potentially dangerous situation before it became critical. The next morning when we took off it was very heavy fog, and even snowing in places - no way could anyone have seen my car without the back lights!
=> I know our God is watching over us - how can all these situations, and all the below situations, be just coincidental?
This began when my mother passed away. She had been suffering from dementia at a young age, then developed some complications and became gravely ill. She had a stroke, and was largely paralyzed. She hadn't known us for the past year, but near the end, her mind cleared up to know us. She could not talk, barely could move, but she REACHED for us, and her eyes connected fully with us, showing us her love, and showing us she followed us. She could understand us more than in the past three years. This was a blessing for all of us, and I know it was by God's grace that she was allowed to think more clearly. And, someone at the nursing home had brought a radio into her room on the evening of her death, and had placed a Christian station on. I thank that person.
After she was gone, we had to make funeral plans, and we needed to find passages and hymns. We weren't totally sure which hymns she would like, but we chose "A Mighty Fortress is Our God", since it is the "theme song", if you will, of Lutherans. We knew she KNEW that hymn, so it made sense to use it. My daughter chose "Jesus, Remember Me, When You Come Into Your Kingdom". That had meaning and was sweet – for my little 5 year old to choose for her Grandmother. Then we didn't know which other hymn. My father remembered a hymn in Finnish that she liked, but he had no idea of its English words or tune. He said some of the words in Finnish, did a rough translation, and my sister (who does not go to church, is absolutely not familiar with a Lutheran Book of Worship, and probably has never opened one up) picked up the Lutheran Book of Worship, flipped straight to a page, and began reading the words of a hymn, "For the Beauty of the Earth." She showed the book to my father, and asked if that was the song. He read it and said it was the English words of the hymn. How she flipped right to it with no clue is a testimonial of God's direction. The song was a very appropriate song. The service was beautiful.
In the meantime, we decided to cremate her, to set her free and not locked in a box. She had been locked up in that body, trapped in the dementia for too long. We wanted her to finally be free. The dilemma we had is where to place to her ashes. My sisters and I thought of places she loved. In Colorado Springs, in the mountains near our old cabin, in Finland (her birthplace). They felt perhaps in the mountains, near our cabin we grew up at. On the way to the funeral, while driving, very, very strong images were put into my mind. They showed the place in the mountains, on a cold winter day, snow melting, cloudy, gray, and very, very lonely. It told me she was not to be placed there. Then I saw images of her friends, us, sunny days, her homes over the years, and Pikes Peak. It was very strong. It told me she was to be on Pikes Peak, overlooking her homes and her friends, and her family (one sister still living there). She would be remembered, not forgotten.
We can visit the spot, but more importantly we can look at that majestic mountain and identify it with her. I can see it nearly every day in the distance on my drive. My other sister, who is out of state, has so many photos of Pikes Peak that she can look at those and think of Mom. Plus, there are quite a few photos in different places of Pikes Peak and that will allow us all to think of Mom as we see them. Her friends will remember her when they look at the mountain. So I told my sisters, before the funeral, that Mom needed to be on Pikes Peak, and why. One sister said she was pushed to think about Pikes Peak that morning, as well, but didn't connect it. So it was unanimous – her ashes would be placed on Pikes Peak, in a good place to overlook her familiar areas. It felt right. It felt like she would be at peace.
Then, our church had its annual Thanksgiving pie social on the eve of Thanksgiving Day, one year later. It was one year on the night that Mom died. I decided church would be a place of comfort that evening, so we went. What happened that night gave me amazing peace.. During the service, the bell choir played a song on the bells, "For the Beauty of the Earth". I was moved, and looked at my watch – the time was THE time they Mom's estimated death. I knew it was a message, to tell me she was at peace. It was too peaceful and too much to be any coincidence. It was a message. When I told my sisters, one of them reminded me that Mom used to collect bells (and she had a passion for bells), so how appropriate the song was, to be played by the bell choir (not to mention sparing me having to sing the words on such an emotional evening). I know there were messages from above – there is no question in my mind. It is NOT "coincidence" – not this many times, all those specific things.
Shortly ago, on Mother's Day, at church, the first song of the day was "For the Beauty of the Earth" - a strong reminder of my mother and her peace. Then also "Jesus, Remember Me" was played and sung in the service. I think it was another message to make me think of her, and to let me know she is at peace, and may be watching over us.
On the service just prior to her birthday, the readings, the gospel lesson, and Sunday school class, were all in some way relating to the story of Lydia (which was my mother's middle name, Lyydia). I don't think there has been that much concentration on a single person in one service plus Sunday school, other than Jesus, of course - so I thought it might be another push of a message for me, to think of her, and to know her birthday is coming. To let me know she is in some way with us.
This year, Thanksgiving fell on the day my mother passed away - and we went to the Thanksgiving Eve service on the evening prior. In that service, the choir sang "For the Beauty of the Earth" and it was done differently but the words were the same, so I received comfort once more. Then it occurred to me - the "push" we got to use that song in the funeral - what was the reason? Is it a custom that our church presents that song in some way every year? Was that why there was a "push" for it, so I will be reminded and comforted each year? Or is it that the choir director gets a "push" each of the last two years to include it in the service? I don't even think I will ask her if it's a yearly tradition - I know it's a miracle either way, and still a sign of comfort.
I am convinced there are many more messages for us, if we listen and notice. We discount so many messages, but they are there. You might have to try to be more aware, and get that "coincidence" thinking out of your head. Once you accept, I think you'll notice more. It's there, if you accept and notice and listen (sometimes using other senses, as well). There is no way anyone will convince me this wasn't a message.
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