Divine Moments with God

This is a miracle story I would like to share with you.
On August 5, 2000, a call came to me from my daughter saying they were in a car wreck and then the phone hung up. I screamed to my husband “the girls have been in a car accident.” He asked me where and I said I didn’t know. Just then the phone rang. It was a friend of my daughters who saw the accident and stopped. He told me where the accident was so my husband and I jumped in the car and went to the location.

When we got there everything seemed to be in slow motion. I remember looking at my girls and thinking to my self, this is not so bad. I looked around and I saw my granddaughter’s car seat and I heard a police officer say, life star is five minutes.

I began to approach the ambulance and they stopped me. They said you don’t want to see her like this. Then they put her on the plane and she was flown to Memorial Hospital where they said she had severe head injury. She was put on life support and was in a coma.

On the third day I was sitting in the waiting room and I heard a voice say to me “do you want your granddaughter to breathe” not knowing who I was talking to, I said yes. I was then told “go into the room and blow your breath over her in the name of Jesus and she will breath”. So I did (what I now knew was Gods voice) told me. I did not see anything happen, so I went out of her room with out telling anyone what I did. I didn’t want anyone to think I was crazy.

Well 3hrs later the other grandmother came running in and said that KK was breathing on her own and they have taken her off of life support. All I could do was shout “PRAISE GOD”.

Three weeks after the accident God showed me a vision of her, she was 23 years old and sharing her story with hundreds of people. She will have her own ministry called “The Breath of God Ministry”.

Read the beginning of the Bible, Genesis 2:7, “and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life”. Read Ezechiel 37:9 this is what God showed me and I am so excited for her.

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Miracles do happen
By: Craftleary@aol.com

In the spring of 2004 I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C.
After doing some research, it was determined that the only way I could have acquired this disease was when I was in the Navy 30 years before. I had a regiment of inoculations before going over seas to Japan where I was to be stationed. They used a gun that shoots the medicine into your body. This gun spreads fine particles of blood and is used over and over again. I picked the virus up then and it was lying dormant in my body till 2004.

I had two specialists confirm the diagnosis and I was set up for a liver biopsy to find out the extent of damage, since this is an incurable liver disease.

The Sunday before the biopsy, I was in a small group class at church.  I told them of my diagnosis and asked them to pray for me. The group leader sat a chair in front of the class and all the men in the class came up, laid their hands on me and prayed.

During the prayers I felt such a comfort come over me and I knew the Lord was there… I could feel Him. The following Monday, the Senior Pastor called me and asked me if I could come to his office because he wanted to have the Elders of the church and himself pray over me. I agreed and went to his office the next day.

We went into the Pastors conference room with all the Deacons and Elders of the church and talked for about 30 minutes. Then the Pastor anointed me with oil and all the Deacons, the Pastor and the Elders of the church all laid their hands on me and the pastor prayed over me. During this process, I felt the Spirit of the Lord in an overwhelming fashion, come into me and cleanse my body. After the prayer was over I was in tears and told everyone in the room about the feeling I had.  Several minutes later I left and went home.

On Wednesday I went into the gastroenterologist office and had my liver biopsy. When the results came back the Doctor told me that he had never seen someone healed from Hepatitis C but that was the case. He told me that I definitely had the disease but now I didn’t.  When he asked me what I had done, I proceeded to tell him about what had happened at my church and about Jesus Christ my Savior.

I have made a promise to the Lord that who ever will listen, I will tell the story of His power and mercy. How the Lord healed me from this incurable disease and I will give Him all the glory. 

I have had my blood tested every 6 months since this happened and I am fine… no, I am more than fine, I am BLESSED.

To God be the Glory!!!!
dwehmeyer2@austin.rr.com

A couple of weeks after my son’s tragic car accident, my family and I searched for an answer to the age-old-question, “Why?”

We decided to attend church services one Sunday morning.  The pastor delivered a message focused on Heaven and Hell.  He gave examples of fictitious characters and how they had lived and died.  At the end of each story he would ask, “Where do you think they are now?”
Then he would pause in silence…

I found myself answering most of his questions, wrong.
You see the problem I had, was that the God I knew, was a kind, caring, and forgiving God.  Or was that just wishful thinking on my part?

After the sermon was over, I requested a moment of the pastor’s time.  I asked him, “So then what you are telling me is that Heaven is a very difficult place to get in?”
He slowly nodded his head and answered, “Yes”.

I then asked, “And if one does not follow this book, the Bible, from cover to cover, and live his or her life in accordance with ALL that is written, then they do not make it to Heaven?”
Again, he slowly nodded, and answered, “That is correct.”

At this point, a feeling of disappointment rumbles in my stomach, and I ask, “What about the little girl who lives in some far off place, she has never seen a Bible or heard of God, but has lived the life of a Saint.  She has never cursed, caused harm to anyone or anything and has done nothing but good for her neighbors and fellow man, and she has now grown to be an age old woman.  Are you telling me that she will not make it to Heaven?”
The Pastor remains silent for a moment, and then nods his head in confirmation.

Well, to make a long story short, my experience that day left me all but comforted. I left church feeling more confused, and frustrated than ever before.

Later on that evening, while my family was sleeping, I paced around the house.  I could not sleep.  I was frustrated, confused, and concerned.  “Is my son ok? Is he safe and warm? Where is he now?” These thoughts were screaming in my head.  I felt so alone, so frustrated, like I was about to explode.
It was around 3:00am when I reached for a full size portrait of my son that was hanging on the wall.  I pressed my face firmly against the glass, stared into his eyes with tears flowing from my own, and started Shouting at him;

Please tell me!
Tell me that you’re all right!
Where are you now?
What is the truth?
Please tell me!

All of a sudden, like the click of a switch, I was instantly converted from a feeling of total kayos, to one of total calm, complete tranquility.  A force that was not of this world had touched my inner being.  It filled me with a sense of knowing and peace.  A knowing that the space I was standing in, was shared by something greater than I could ever imagin.  As I stood there in awe, contemplating this feeling of wonder, I realized that I was no longer alone.
I was immediately drawn to the basement, where my son’s bedroom is, and with no thought of my own, I sat and wrote the following words;

Two voices inside your head, two choices to every question;
Is it good … or is it bad
Is it right … or is it wrong
Is it the Devil … or the Angel
Follow the voice of reason, for this is the voice that is connected, to the heart, to the mind, and to the soul.
For this is your stairway to Heaven.

I knew from that moment on, that my boy was fine, and I would see him again.  I returned to bed that night and slept in peaceful slumber.

Jason & William Cannon 3/23/01