I would like to share with you a true story about what the Lord recently did for me. This was definitely a miracle of God and nothing short of it.
I am a 22 year old single mother of 2 children, I am also a student and a part-time office assistant. Last summer my car insurance went way up and I found that I could not afford to make the monthly payments at that time, but I also could not imagine my life as a single parent without a vehicle. At that time I was not walking with the Lord and decided to break the Law and continue driving without insurance until I could afford it.
Well, in September the Lord called me back to him and I started to get to know him again. Things seemed to be going really well because I had just gotten hired as an office assistant so I could have a little more spending money. In the back of my mind I thought about what I was doing and thought about getting caught but I ignored my conscience and kept on driving.
Well on October 30, 2002, I was turning left into a parking lot when a car slammed into mine and it was automatically my fault because I was turning left. Neither myself nor the other girl who was involved were hurt, thank goodness, but I was in deep trouble. I gave the girl my phone number and she was going to the nearest police station to report it and I said I would go as soon as possible. My car was wrecked, and I was devastated because I knew the minimum penalty for driving while uninsured was $2800.00. A week later my dad drove me to the nearest police station to report the accident. I balled as the Sargent gave me the ticket and informed me that I had to appear in court on December 17, where they would decide my punishment.
The next month and a half were very challenging because I had to take cabs and rely on my parents to help me get groceries and take my kids to the doctors and I lived pretty far from my family members to, so everything was a major hassle. On top of that my dad would come once a week to take me to get groceries and would be drunk so it was very scary taking the risk and going with him, put I just prayed the Lords protection over us. I was also starting to feel really helpless and down because I did not have the money to fix my car or could not afford insurance because it would go way up because of the ticket that I got. But at that time I also started learning about how to praise God for everything in our lives and I started to do it and the Lord started to work in my life.
December 17, rolled around very soon and the night before court I said to the Lord, "Thank you that my life is in your hands, that everything that happens is your will and for your Glory, Father I praise you for this ticket of mine and I ask that you would provide me with the strength that I need to face this, even if it means not being able to drive for 3 years, I praise you that you take care of me and provide all my needs, I thank you for the Judge and for the court tomorrow, In your name amen."
On the bus the next morning all the way to court I praised the Lord and praised him walking into that court building too!! When it was my turn I walked up to the window where the Justice of the Peace was and gave her my ticket. Then she asked me, "Brandi, what would you like to do with this?" and I replied, " Well, I'm guilty." Then she responded, "Okay hold on a moment while I go retrieve your file." A few minutes later she returned and called me over, " Hey, Mrs. Morin, this ticket is quashed." And I said, "Excuse me? What does that mean?" Annoyingly she answered, " It means you're free to go, this ticket is invalid because whoever wrote it up made a error so it is quashed." I was absolutely stunned walking out of that court room and filled with joy and praise as I whole heartedly acknowledged and thank the Lord. Things like this do not happen every day and I truly believe it was the Lords will and that we cannot understand exactly how he works. Now I know that in his time the Lord will provide a way for me to continue driving again, and I have learned to give thanks and praise him no matter what as long as I trust in him.
I had an accident and was healed so well, the scar had to be put back in order for me to believe it.
The accident occurred July 7th, 1970, at the mid-west regional roller-skating competition (USFARS) which was being held locally at Northland Skating Arena near Detroit. I was 14 (years old) and a speed skater on a mixed relay team. There were four skaters per team, and I was the starter. I would relay (push-off) the next skater, Julie Kane. Julie would relay her brother, Tommy and he would relay our anchorman and reining national speed champion Alexander Kane. During our warm-up, we would practice our relays twice, in other words, our anchorman would relay me back onto the track at a speed exceeding mine. Two skaters moved onto the track, one from each side of me, accidentally tripping both of my feet and sending me headfirst into a steel rail (surrounding the skating surface) at the end of the rink. My head bounced off the rail and slammed back onto the floor. I was unconscious and a few skaters who could not stop ran over me. They said I came awake but was delirious. I did not know who anyone was and became increasingly unstable. I was walked next door for x-rays, but after a short time of being walked around, Mrs. Kane insisted I be taken to a hospital. A police car was on the scene and drove my mother and myself to Detroit Osteopathic Hospital. My mother said the speedometer was over the end, and the police said over their loud-speaker, "move to the right – we're coming through". An officer said to my mother, "Don't worry lady; I saw a case that looked worse than this and he lived."
The doctors had communicated everything to my mother, so she was my witness. Upon arrival to the hospital, my mother was asked if we had a doctor on the staff and she replied, "yes, chief of surgery." and snapped her fingers like she couldn't remember his name. I was taken right in; x-rays were done revealing a double-fractured skull and broken scapula. My mother was shown the x-rays and was told I would probably not live through the night. My mother said I looked like a freak; my head shaped like a football of various colors. She said I was in great pain, and she prayed for me to die.
The roller-skating competition was halted at 9 o'clock that evening for a silent prayer. This was thought to be the worst accident in the history of competitive roller-skating. In addition, it was said that all steel rails would be removed from around skating surfaces, but after I was healed this idea was squashed.
I have no memory of the accident. The last thing I would remember was lacing up my skates. The next thing I heard was a voice coming from within my head, commanding me. He said, "Gail… Wake-up... It's 9 o'clock." I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw an unconscious man in the bed to my right, and a nurse was working at a desk away to my left. The clock on the wall said 9 o'clock. There was no other person there.
At 9:01 my mother came into the room with MaryAnn Kane, the mother of my teammates. I was healed. The doctor came in later and asked who was in his patient's bed. He ordered more x-rays. He consulted my mother and showed her the new normal x-rays, said he was concerned about his reputation and destroyed the original x-rays showing the fractures. He said there would be no charge for any x-rays.
I know this story is incredible to believe. I checked and re-checked my body (especially my skull) for years looking to confirm some of this truth, but aside from some small tissue scarring on the back of my head, there was no evidence. Years after the accident I sent away to Detroit Osteopathic Hospital for my records, but they came back with a discharge diagnosis of "concussion" with three additional days of observation. No fracture, no coma, and all x-rays were said to be normal. Who would I believe: my mother and Mrs. Kane (who herself never saw the x-rays), or my own healthy-appearing body showing no evidence and corresponding hospital records?
Years went by and I was working for a major medical lab. near Washington, D.C. A co-worker friend of mine (Gloria) had been in a slight car accident and asked me to pray for her, and I did. She said she felt a tingling go into the injured area of her neck, and then she felt better. The next day, I asked her again and she said she still felt better. So, I went back to my cubicle and prayed, so to speak. I said "I'm sorry Lord (Jesus), but no matter what (you do/show me) I just can't believe in healing," but before I could finish the word healing, my fingers were sitting in a deep crack-like thing running down the front of my skull. I stood up and went (immediately) to the office of the most highly respected pathologist of the group. I placed his fingers near the crack, and without clueing him in in any way asked, "what do you think of this? He said (with his thick foreign Philippino accent), "Ouuuu, you must have had severe fracture as small child to have it heal like this!" I said to him, "I've been looking for this for years, and couldn't find it." And he said, "Sometimes we look so hard, we cannot see things that are right in front of us." And I said, "Like the forest for the trees?" I never told the doctor this story, but the crack remains as evidence of healing, and the normal skull x-rays retained by the hospital are my proof.
I just turned 43 and I think I am finally happy.
I had back surgery, and numerous problems have emerged - now I am confined to a wheelchair - I cannot walk more than 20 feet at any time. My life has changed, and I was getting depressed. But I realize I am ok - my husband and I have a stronger relationship, I have a wonderful daughter who takes care of me, and other men would have left this situation. I am blessed. I also know God had a purpose for me - I can't wait to find out what it is so I can help someone else by having my situation.
I am so blessed!
I moved to Colorado from California. I was coming into Aspen, CO and it really started to snow. I debated about staying the night in Aspen because the mountain pass can be very dangerous, high mountain and lots of windy turns with just guard rails, then drop offs. For some reason I didn't think too much about it and continued driving. Well, needless to say it started to snow A LOT.
I couldn't believe how much snow was coming down. It was late dusk and the sun had set. I was following a couple of trucks and was mainly focusing on their tail lights. The snow fell harder and faster and I lost sight of the tail lights as I turned each winding corner. THEN, I could not see anything in front of me! All I could see was the snow pouring into my headlights. I could not see the side of the road. Everything was white and I had no idea where I was.
The thought of following off a cliff kept running through my mind. I had a digital dash and I was going 3 miles per hour, pretty slow, but still very scary. I was debating on stopping all together, but for some reason I kept on the gas (at 3 miles per hour), just staring at the snow falling into my windshield. It was actually incredibly beautiful. It was snowing hard, but it was very peaceful. I was pretty scared, but then as I stared into the snow a very comforting feeling came over me and I thought to myself. "Well, God is it my time to go, I can't see the road anymore and am completely helpless." "It is up to you what going to do, I am ready when ever you are."
At that moment I let go of the steering wheel (my hands were raised above it about 2 inches) and the wheel moved on its on. Gently turning to the left and then straightening out and I noticed that my speed increased from 3 MPH to 10 MPH. It seemed like this happened for about 3-5 minutes, but I am not sure because I had such peaceful feeling unlike anything I had every felt before. Then I noticed that the snow wasn't coming down as hard anymore and I was coming down the mountain and I could once again see the tail lights in front of me and then my hands were back on the steering wheel unconsciously and I was driving my car again. The snow had dissipated quite a bit towards the bottom of the pass. I remember feeling that someone else was sitting next to me and I KNEW that it was my Guardian Angel, I looked over and THANKED them and had the warmest glow about me until I reached my destination.
I will never forget that, ever time I think about it, I get that glowing feeling again. OUR Angels are always with us, we just need to acknowledge them.
I also know what you mean about driving in a blizzard - last winter we drove to Steamboat (I am in the Denver area) in a very bad storm, and I had to drive my in-laws' jeep there while my husband drove his big Bronco. I had my daughter with me and could not afford to be scared for her sake. I prayed and prayed. The windows froze up and collected so much snow I had to pull off to clear it - but I wasn't sure where the edge was and I was afraid of another car slamming into it or into me while I was outside. Those prayers were my comfort. I can relate. It was touchy but we made it, only be the grace of God.
Our Miracle Child
Well, where do I begin?? Megan was our miracle child from the start. We had wanted a child for 17 years and the doctors all said I could not get pregnant. I was saved but my husband was not. Although he was a wonderful husband, he was not saved.
After 17 years of marriage he had gotten saved, and the very month he got saved is the month I got pregnant, we were overjoyed! When I was about 4 months pregnant they did an ultrasound and told us she was going to be born with all of her intestines on the outside, that very night we prayed about it. My husband got up the next morning and said for me to call the doctor and have him do another ultrasound because he said he knew the Lord had healed the baby. I called the doctor and he said he knew the baby's stomach would not be healed, he said he had diagnosed over 200 of these and he did not have a doubt that nothing will have changed but we insisted. Three days later they did another ultrasound, her stomach was perfect!! God had healed her!
Then, when I was about 5 months pregnant they told us that she had fluid around her kidneys and she would have to have surgery for that as soon as she was born, once again we prayed, by the time I was 8 months pregnant the fluid was gone, the Lord had healed her kidneys this time.
Megan was born January 21st at 12:40pm with the cord wrapped around her neck 3 times but with no complications, once again the Lord had watched over her. Megan weighed 7 lbs & 11 oz and was 19 inches long.
She was always such a healthy baby, never even so much as an ear infection. She was so very smart, she was praising the Lord in church by the time she was 6 months old. By the time she was 10 months old she was putting 2 words together, her pediatrician was amazed by how smart she was.
One day, about 6 months ago, I was at work and my mom called me saying Megan had been throwing up and crying a lot. I went home and took her to the local hospital and they said she was dehydrated from a "little" virus, they transported her to the hospital in the next town. All night I told them I felt like something was not right. They kept saying it was just a virus, she would be ok. The next morning her doctor came in and took an x-ray. She IMMEDIATELY sent her by ambulance to T.C. Thompsons Children's Hospital. When we got there they called us in a little room and told us our little 11 month old daughter whom we loved so very much had Cardiomyapathy, a virus that attacked her heart, and that she had about 2 hours to live. We were devastated.
They let us go back to ICU to see her, she was hooked up to about 14 different IV'S and she was on a breathing machine. By this time there were about 50 friends and family there. We all began to pray fervently. Her 2 hours turned into all night then they said she would not make it through the night. She did. They tried 3 times over the course of 3 weeks to get her off of the breathing machine and finally the 3rd try she was able to come off of it. She did great and they let her come home.
She was home about 3 weeks and started getting sick again, her doctor once again had us take her to TC Thompsons, with each passing day she got worse. She was in heart failure once again. The last day she was there they put her back on the breathing machine, she had been there about 2 weeks this time. The day they put her back on the breathing machine they took her by life flight to Atlanta Children's Hospital, to wait for a heart. She was immediately put on the transplant list but we were told she was the sickest child in icu. They had her sedated and paralyzed so she did not use any of her own strength, she could not afford to, she was our little angel and she was dying. Every passing day Megan got worse, we kept praying, we never gave up on her although we told God if it was in his will to take her home we would understand, that was the hardest prayer I ever prayed.
One day they called us up there to tell us that Megan's kidneys were failing and they were going to have to put her on "ECMO" a heart , lung & kidney machine, we had no choice, they told us all they were doing was buying time, hard words to hear. They scheduled this for 7:00 P.M. but before 7:00 came Megan went into cardiac arrest at about 3:00 P.M. They did CPR on her several times and put her on ECMO right then. They came and told us she had died several times but they got her back. They kept telling us she was not going to make it, we kept praying and believing in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Megan's testimony was too mighty to let her go.
Megan had been on ECMO about 3 days when they came and told us her heart was so huge they had no choice but to go in through a heart catherazation and pierce the back of her heart to relieve the pressure but, he told us he did not think she would ever survive this surgery, she was just too weak. Well, she made it through that but while she was still in there she began bleeding from somewhere and the doctors could not figure out where the blood was coming from, he tried for several hours to stop the blood but they could not even figure out where the blood was coming from. We were devastated. Once again they said they felt sure she was dying. They came out and told us the only thing they had left to do was have the heart surgeon come in and cut her chest open to see if they could find out where the blood was coming from but they felt sure when they did that she would just be bleeding from everywhere and she would die right there on the table but if they did not do it she would bleed to death for sure.
They let about 20 of us go in and kiss her good-bye, my husband got up there and kissed her and through his sobbing I heard him say to her "Megan, I know you are with Jesus now and if you want to stay with Him that's ok but if you want to come back to Mommy & Daddy just tell Jesus" They carried me out of there. We went back to the room where we had been waiting all day and got down on our knees and began praying crying out to God as loud as we could to please save our baby. My pastor went to the verse in the Bible that stops blood, Ezekiel 16:6 and he read it and we all claimed it, 10 minutes later they came out and said the blood just stopped!! They could not believe it! She was on blood thinners and ECMO, which also thins your blood. The doctor said there was no "earthly" reason why that blood should have stopped, but it did, we knew it was the Lord. They never cut her open, it stopped right before the doctor cut her. (Abraham & Issac!) They told us we could come see her in a little bit but they still did not think she would make it through the night.
One hour later they came to get us again, they said they needed to speak to me and my husband alone, you know what we thought! But we were wrong, we could not believe what they had come to tell us, they had found our baby a heart! She got her new heart the next morning around 8:00 am. We were told there would be complications because she was so sick, there were none, we were told her chest would be open, it was closed, they told us she would be on a special ventilator that shook you real hard, she was on a regular one, they told us she would still be on ECMO, she was not! GOD IS GREAT!
Well, we thought our storm was over but when they started letting her wake up about 4 days later they realized she had a "severe" brain injury from her heart stopping so many times that one day. The neurology team said she was hopeless! WE KEPT PRAYING! She could not bend her arms or her legs, she just looked straight ahead, she would not respond to anything or anybody, we kept praying!! 8 weeks after her surgery, she came home! She is now moving her arms, moving her legs, laughing, smiling and learning everything over again but she's getting there and she's only 13 weeks post transplant!! GOD IS GREAT!!
June 18, 2003
Megan's therapist said this morning she can't believe how well Megan is doing!!
Everybody that knows Megan good knows her favorite thing to say was "what's that?" and this morning we were laying there with her and just out of the blue me and Gene BOTH heard her say, "what's that?" Gene said , "did you hear that?" I said I sure did!! Also, yesterday, my mom said when I walked out of the room Megan said MOM VERY plain!! and she has just been saying MA instead of mom!! PRAISE GOD PRAISE GOD!!! EVERYBODY PRAISE GOD!!!!
Nobody knows what Gene and I have been through but we want to share with the world what GOD can and will do if you only believe!!!
We love you all!!
Gene, Tammy & Megan at firstname.lastname@example.org
A few years ago now, my Kelsey was figure skating daily. She was competing on a regular basis and had told us that she wanted to become a figure skater like Michelle Kwan.
She began having pain in her chest and we took her to the doctor, expecting nothing big, but found that her heart had been damaged by a virus she had. Now this virus was a only a cold. We had never even taken her to the doctor for it as it was not severe and had only lasted a few days.
Two weeks later the pain began. I have put out of my head precisely how long ago this was and the name of the disease, but she was tested and it was found that her left ventricle was enlarged quite a bit. We were told that there was a likelihood that she would never be able to skate again or do any other kind of physical activity - something she desperately wanted at the time. We were told that she may die as a result of her heart simply stopping as so many of those HS or college football players you hear about. The skater, Sergei Grinkov died suddenly of this same disease just prior to that time. We were told that she would probably never recover and have to be very careful the rest of her life. That is what the statistics showed.
Well, we prayed and we sent out prayers for her recovery and God has completely healed her! Her heart is back to normal. This was simply a miracle! We still are concerned every time she says she has a pain from exercising . She now competes in karate once a month.
A driving miracle - were driving in the mountains, and roads were fairly good with some areas of ice where the snow had been blowing across the road and freezing over it. I had plenty of space between the cars in front and there were some pretty far behind. I saw an ice patch coming up so I put my brakes on - to slow down before hitting it, but also to warn the drivers behind me. I was on the ice and I looked behind me and there was a big pickup truck fishtailing and closing in on me. I knew he had hit the ice at fast speed (probably passed the cars behind and was driving fast) and I had nowhere to go - there was a large truck coming in the other lane. I could steer into the shoulder and abort but if he also did, I'd be crushed. So I prayed what seemed like minutes but could only be seconds. I stated calm and waited to be hit - I could no longer see his headlights - he was so close. So I closed my eyes and then opened to see a huge cloud of snow and my daughter saying "oh my God" - he had aborted off the road before hitting me. I was so thankful - I knew God had watched over us. I had my daughter call 911 to report it. I called to find out about him and he had minor injuries. I am so thankful this happened as it did - every other scenario would have been much worse!
When my husband got promoted to a job which required us to move to the mountains to a small town, I was nervous. I knew it would have a lot of challenges. He told us to give it 3 years to see if we liked it, and then we'd look to move back if we weren't getting along here. Thing is, there were way too many challenges we found that we didn't even think of. My daughter is a competitor in a sport that isn't supported in this small town. The facilities close for months in the spring & summer, and most competitions occur in the summer. The level of the other kids isn't high, as in the metro area. My daughter is a full 4-6 years younger than the kids at her level here, and anyone two years older to toddlers have not even been tested for any level yet. The facility is next door to the rodeo grounds (my daughter and I are asthmatic around horses and livestock). There is no tap or jazz dance offered as she had been taking it, and she's been dancing ballet, jazz & tap ever since 3 years old. Ballet here is excellent, however. The church of our religion up here lost its pastor to a call in Texas, and runs on interim, occasional pastors, and also the elders often lead the services. It's been hard to find a true connection - the people in the congregation are nice but the connection to the church without a steady pastor is tough (the prior church was thriving and such great staff). Let's see - another problem is that the in-laws live here for months every year - and I have been told many times how to raise my daughter, with meddling as a problem. I've had the mom yelling at me over what she feels is the right way to do things within my family - I don't think she realizes how abrasive she is, and that people live their lives differently than she envisions. Well, my husband was feeling more connected here, while my daughter & I struggled (even in school the kids were too tight with each other to open up to allow her to be "one of them" - she made mainly one good friend and a few acquaintances). I'm not saying that everything is bad here, but the "pro" versus "con" side has many more entries. Shopping is a challenge as well - people depend on the Internet (but I like to look and feel and try things on first, and have it immediately).
Prior to moving here I prayed that my daughter's school will allow her to travel weekly to the city for coaching, and that was answered - the principle and teacher were fully supportive of my daughter's training needs. We left at lunchtime on Monday, drove 3 hours to get her to work with coaches in the city, then again on Tuesday morning, after which we'd drive 3 hours back, and get her back to school after lunch time. She got all her homework to do while in the car, and it worked out well - she didn't fall behind at all.
She and I prayed we could go back - we knew we could not do the drive for years safely, especially in the winter (the first winter we went through was relatively mild so we didn't miss any weeks to go down). Well, of all things, right about a year after we moved here, my husband got a promotion to go back to the city! It was amazing to come about so fast, so soon, and without him even applying for it, plus after he was assessed as needing more time to build up skills for a promotion to this type of position. We are so thankful to God for allowing us to come back!!!!
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