“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. 
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.  Where is the natural order of things in my son?” 

The audience was stilled by the query. 

The father continued. “I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled, comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.” 

Then he then told the following story: 

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, “Do you think they’ll let me play?” I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. 

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.” 

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted. 

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. 

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands. 

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. 

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. 

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? 

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat.  Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. 

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.  The game would now be over.  The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.  Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. 

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates.  Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” 

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.  He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. 

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” 

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. 

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. 

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.  All were screaming,

“Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay” 

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,

“Run to third! Shay, run to third!” 

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming,

“Shay, run home!, Run home!” 

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. 

“That day”, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.” 

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Post by: Debira H

Although I was busy at work and had close friends and family, something was missing – I was lonely.  I just want to feel loved, I said to God.  Is that so much to ask?

I went to a shop across the street during lunch and found a mug with a red heart and the words “I Love You” written over and over in fancy cursive – the very words I needed to hear.

Feeling a little lighter, I went to the cashier to make my purchase.  The clerk checked the mug but could not find a price sticker.  “I need a price check,” he called out to the store manager.

The manager looked, then shrugged.  “That’s the only one.  I’ve never seen another like it.  Take it.  No charge.”  I held the mug tight to my chest.  God had blessed me with a sign of His love.  And He gave it freely.

Nancy Davis – Woodville, Texas

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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

At home I assured him that our dear pets were both in a better place.

About two weeks later we were in a motel in Phoenix and in the middle of the night Mike heard a noise. It was a thump, followed by thump, thump. Thinking it was our air conditioner going out he got up to look at it. Lying in front of the dresser was our dog, Cody, looking healthy and happy. Just like when we would feed him each day, his tail was thumping against the dresser as opposed to the wall in his huge doggie home.

Of course Mike thought he was dreaming but even after he was sure he was awake, Cody remained, happily thumping his tail! Finally Mike went into the restroom and when he came out, Cody was gone.

The practical side of Mike told him if Cody had actually been there the carpet should feel warmer where Cody had been laying. Sure enough when he knelt down and felt the carpet, there was an area right in front of the dresser that was warm while the rest of the carpet was cold!

When Mike related the story to me, I told him Cody was just letting him know that our decision was the right one and now he is free of all pain and illness.

Marianne
Spanaway, WA

One spring morning a man walked in who looked like your typical bum off the street. His hair was disheveled; his clothes tattered; and he had on a pair of glasses that looked like they’d been through a war. He had a pleasant air about him, though, and I wasn’t afraid of him at all.

He asked me if he could do a little outside cleanup work in exchange for a few badly needed dollars. The store manager shook her head, so I had to tell him “No.” He then started to tell me why he needed the money, and about that time something within me stirred.

“How much money do you need?” I asked.

“Eight dollars,” he answered.

“Just a minute,” I said. Since he was the only customer in the store, I excused myself for a moment to check the contents of my wallet. Guess how much I found in there?  Yup, I had exactly eight dollars in my wallet.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed that eight dollars out of my wallet and handed it over to the man without a second thought. Suddenly all my cares and concerns of the week vanished. I felt a rush of love and compassion for this stranger, and felt his love and gratitude in return. He thanked me, shook my hand and turned to leave.

Then the strangest thing happened.

The feeling came over me that this man was sent to me from God, and I would know it because the man would give me a sign…he would shake my hand not once, but three times.

After shaking my hand the first time, the man turned to leave and then stopped. He turned back, expressed more thanks, and then shook my hand again.

He turned to leave again, and then turned back one more time. He looked me straight in the eye, shook my hand a third time, and said, “God Bless You.” After that he left.

Words can’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment — it was truly divine!

Not long after that I quit my job, moved to a new location, met the man who is now my husband, got married, and everything changed for me forever… all in just one year…1997…the year I was touched by an angel.

Think it can’t happen to you? Think again!

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” ~Hebrews Chapter 13, verse 2

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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.

Checkout this word BELIEVE; Because Emmanuel Lives I Expect Victory Everytime

Miracles do happen
By: Craftleary@aol.com

A couple of days after finally acknowledging the fact that it might be him, I was in the library looking through some books in the children’s section. I wanted to get a book for my other children to read to help them cope with their brother’s death.

The first book I reached for was a book titled Near Death Experiences. As I went to open the cover the book fell open to a page that was folded from the top right corner to the binder of the book. I opened the crease and the first paragraph said; “I can’t tell how many people have told me that street lights have blown out, one by one, as they past under them.”

This book was referring to this as being an after death communication. It was my confirmation that what we suspected about Jason making the street lights go off above us was true!

Sue Cannon

The following year we were preparing to do another box and happened to pick up a publication for Operation Christmas Child. My wife was reading it when she called me over to look at something. There, on the bottom of page three, was a picture of a little boy hugging a teddy bear he had just received in his Christmas box. Lo and behold, on closer examination of the box in front of him, we saw all the unique items and wrapping we’d chosen the previous year, including the very recognizable bear. It was our box!

Submitted by, Paul Hammond

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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