Divine Moments with God

When you are told there is no hope, just go home and die, don’t believe the lie.  This miraculous story has brought true hope millions across the world. 

God told Cindy in December of 2006 that sometime during the upcoming year she would come close to death, but not die.   On March 11th, 2007, Cindy Russell was diagnosed with a massive cancerous tumor (bile duct cancer) that had consumed over 75% of her liver.  Doctors from our nation’s top cancer centers including Johns Hopkins, the Mayo Clinic, and Pittsburgh’s UPMC liver transplant center all concurred that Cindy’s condition was terminal, giving her less than six months to live.   Through all of the many, sometimes painful tests, scans, procedures, and operations, Cindy held on tight to God’s promise to her; her faith never wavering for one moment.  On July 10th, four months to the day she was sent home to die, Cindy Russell was cancer free!  Where her tumor marker CA19-9 , a protein that indicates the presence of cancer, was once over 37,000  now is completely normal (<10); where once a massive cancerous tumor almost a foot long protruded out from Cindy’s abdomen, a totally regenerated liver now functions perfectly.

 Cindy and I praise Jesus for leading us to Dr. Jerome Canady, a world-class, innovative surgeon endowed with both supernatural wisdom and courage to perform such a  miraculous  procedure.  With grateful hearts, we want thank all those who prayed without ceasing until Cindy’s miracle was medically verified.

If you would like to talk & pray with us anytime, our home phone # is 410-827-5582.

To Contact Cindy neillgrussell@yahoo.com

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 November of 2003, the unthinkable happened to me and my family.  At 18 years old, I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, in not just one ovary, but both.  I was going through a rough time in my life.  A good friend had JUST committed suicide DAYS before I found out, I was drinking heavily and turning into an all around heavy partier.  It was joked that I was the perfect example of the “preacher’s daughter”.  My dad was a preacher in a Southern Gospel group and I was a wild child.

Instead of turning to God like I should have, I instead turned to alcohol and would drown my sorrows in a fifth of whiskey.  I didn’t want to accept my condition; I didn’t want to accept the doctors telling me that if we didn’t do something soon that my cancer would spread.

My mother, in desperation, turned her head from my drinking and destructive behavior.  Not my dad though, he prayed for me everyday.

The day finally came that I could no longer ignore what was going on in my body, during one of my many hospital visits, the doctor informed me, at 18 years old, I would have to have a full hysterectomy.  I couldn’t believe it…  I had just turned 18 and they were telling me that I would NEVER be able to have kids, EVER.  The doctors kept insisting that this was the only way.  I went home – crushed.  I couldn’t bear the thought of telling my parents I would never give them grandkids.

When I told my dad the news, he refused to accept it.  Right then and there he prayed with me.  I knew what God could do, I knew he could cure me, I just knew that I wasn’t living right so he had NO reason to do so…  and for some reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to repent, drinking was my way out of reality.  My dad didn’t stop there though.  Everywhere he traveled he requested prayer for my FULL healing.  All over the US I had people praying for me.  Everyday, cards and letters would come to the house; lots of them.  I didn’t doubt the power of God to heal me; I just didn’t see myself as worthy enough.
 
It was about two months after I was first diagnosed that I went back to my doctor to get the results of my latest tests.  When I arrived, the doctor met me in the waiting area and pulling me back into her office excitedly; like a little kid excited about a new toy.  She sat me down and pulled out her laptop to show me pictures of the ultrasounds I had over the last couple of months.  I cringed seeing this disease in MY BODY.

Well, she was talking away, but I couldn’t hear a word she said.  All I could see and focus on was this disease that was about take away part of my life; if not all of it.  Finally I told her, “fine, I’ll do it, I’ll get the hysterectomy”.  She looked bewildered and then asked, “Kristy, didn’t you hear a word I said?”  I informed her, no I hadn’t.  Then she repeated slowly what she had been saying.  “Sometimes in the medical field Kristy, doctors have no explanation as to why things happen…  we just have to sum it up to miracles, plain and simple, it’s just a miracle”.

I was confused badly at this point.  “What are you talking about” I finally asked her.  ”Kristy, what I’m trying to say is…  the test we did before this one…  LAST week, your body was infested, that’s the only way to describe it, your reproductive organs were INFESTED with cancer.  Kristy, no matter how hard we look this time, no matter where we looked… there’s not a trace of cancer to be found – ANYWHERE.”
 
The power of prayer is a REALLY amazing thing.
 
Thank You For letting me share this with you… I believe God gave me and my family this experience to share with others, to show that no matter where you are, what you’ve done, if you turn to Him, He WILL heal you.

RoCkin x ShaWtii@aol.com

One of my girlfriends had dropped off her 3 year old son at daycare.  The weather was very cold and there was a snowstorm predicted for later that day. 

It was around mid-morning when she received a phone call from the daycare to pick up her child.  The snowstorm was approaching much faster than previously anticipated. 

She picked up her son, and strapped him into the car seat in the back.  As they were driving home, the snow became very heavy and the roads were slippery.   

Suddenly, the car hit a patch of ice and spun out of control. After spinning around several times and flying off the road, they finally came to a stop and somehow landed safely between several groups of trees.  My girlfriend, shaken, turned to check on her son in the back. 

Her son looked up at her and asked in his little 3 year old voice…
“Mom… when we were going around and around and around… who was that man looking in the window?” 

Puzzled, my friend asks her son, “What did the man look like?” 

Her son replied, “He just smiled at me”.

4of9@alltel.net

Nine months ago I found that I was pregnant. I was so excited, so I scheduled my first Doctor appointment.  When I got there they did an ultrasound and they told me that the baby was dead.  They sent me to another place with a more powerful machine to confirm that it was true. The results were the same, the baby was dead.

They scheduled a vacuum to remove the baby. I was so sad and remember thinking to myself; how could God let this happen.

My friends and family started praying and my mom fasted for me and my baby.

A short time later, my mom called and told me that I should go to a third ultrasound and to a different doctor.  So I did.  Much to my delight and total amazement, they told me that everything was fine and that my baby is alive! I saw the little heart beat myself.

I believe that God brought my baby to life. He heard all my families’ prayers.

When it came time to deliver my baby, I had to get a c-section because my baby was head up.  When the surgery was over they told me that it was a good thing we had a c-section because my baby had her cord wrapped around her neck.

I am so thankful to God that he brought my baby to life, and protected her during surgery. She is now a one month old, healthy, beautiful baby girl.

Olya,  olyapink@gmail.com

Hello, My Name is Mona.
I am a 44 yr old mother of four and grandmother of three. I am a Christian woman and have experienced many miracles throughout my life and have had many answered prayers. I am writing to tell you about a VERY special miracle.

I had not seen my son Dustin in 4 years. He was in school and had a job which did not permit him much time to fly out to visit me. We spoke on the phone often but I so needed to kiss and hug him! Because of financial problems and other family responsibilities I was not able to fly out to visit. Or so I told myself.

He had just joined the Army National Guard so I knew I just HAD to find a way to go see him before they sent him to Iraq. I prayed and prayed to God to please keep my baby safe, to protect his soft natured soul from harm. I did not want him to join the army and he did so against my will.
I called him on Christmas day 2006 and he told me “Guess what mom, I am flying out to see you in early January” I was so happy, I could finally touch my baby.

On December 27th Dustin was in a car accident for which he never woke. He passed away without feeling any pain. He had not one scratch on his face or his head although he died of brain trauma. Now I was going to fly out to see him at his funeral. He was barely 18 yrs old. I was never going to be able to touch and kiss my baby while he was alive again.

Over three hundred people showed up for the memorial service but I did not notice more then a few. I stood over my son’s body and stroked his soft hair. And I saw his mouth twitch! I thought I was just imagining it. I stroked his hair again and spoke to him softly and once again I saw him respond to my touch. I prayed to God at that point and told God thank you for allowing these last precious moments between mother and son and that I would never forget how much God loves me. A mother and child’s Love crossed even the boundary of death because God allowed it. Dustin responded to my touch and my kisses throughout the entire service. No one else witnessed it. It was private and I have not shared this with anyone but my husband until now.

I am not delusional and did not see him move in any way at any other time. I know that he was not alive on this earth and that his soul had crossed over to be with God. It was a special miracle that God allowed just for us.

Love is the only thing we take to heaven with us… it never dies.

God bless you all,
In His Service, Mona passofchrist@sbcglobal.net

When I was a one year old baby, my family and I lived in Frankfurt Germany where my father was stationed in the Army.  My mom had a dream one night that she was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.  She opened the window to let the smell of the sausage out, and went to call my dad to eat.  Upon returning to the kitchen, she noticed that I was sitting on the window sill.  It scared the dickens out of her and she screamed.  When she did, it scared me and I fell out the window, four floors to my death.

Well the next morning, while mom was cooking breakfast, she decided to open the window.  When she turned to call my dad for breakfast, she noticed that I had headed straight for the window and was now sitting on the sill.  She instantly remembered her dream and knew not to scream.  My father came slowly up behind me and snatched me from the window sill.

If it were not for my mothers dream, I would not be telling this story today.

Julie Patronas, julie.patronas@cityofmobile.org