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Miracles - did you have any against all odd type of miracles happened to you?  Would you share?


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      Psalmist wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • I used to suffer from blinding, debilitating migraines.  The doctors diagnosed me at age 24, and said i had had them since birth.  I do remember as a child telling my parents that “my face hurt” but because neither of them had migraines nor know anyone who had them, didn’t have a serious explanation for it and so i suffered for the first 24 years of my life undiagnosed.  it wasn’t until i went completely blind for 30 minutes that they finally figured out that not only did i have migraines but that just about anything could be a trigger.  I missed so much work, and lost jobs because of the pain, because mine lasted for days at a time and i could not function AT ALL when the bomb hit.

      Anyway, I had just been discharged from the hospital for my worst migraine yet (it had lasted 6 weeks straight) and i was at that point contemplating suicide because i had given up and could no longer deal with the pain.  I remember laying on my bed extremely depressed, but afraid to cry lest it cause more pain to erupt and hearing GOD’s voice clearly say, “Get up and go to Hour of Power” (Hour of Power was our church’s midweek noon service).  Mind you, if you’ve never had or been around someone with a migraine, driving is a near impossibility when in the throes of a full-blown episode.  This instance, my vision and my coordination were severely impaired, but my faith said, if GOD said it, then HE’ll get me there safely somehow.

      So I got dressed and drove the 20 minutes to get there.  I walked into the service just as it was beginning and just sat near the back...waiting.  Five minutes into the sermon, our assistant pastor, the preacher that day, stopped in mid-sentence and said, “okay, this is in my spirit so strongly I can’t continue, but someone is here in so much pain, they can’t go on, and your obedience to GOD for being here despite the circumstances will be your healing. I need you to meet me at this altar right now!”  Y‘all I burst into tears and somehow made it to the altar.  She took one look at me and said, “meet me in my office after service.”

      After service, I went back to her office and all she did was pray, saying to GOD that she knew that my faith wasn’t strong enough to fight this battle by myself, so she was joining her faith with mine and that we were calling out to GOD together for my complete and utter healing.  She then placed her hands on either side of my head and told me to go home.

      That was fifteen years ago and I have never suffered another migraine since that day...

      Oh, this was also the same woman that GOD used to heal my dislocated jaw after tumbling down the front steps into the street into a car, and breaking my fall with my jaw (instead of my neck).  They walked me back into the building, she lightly laid her hands on my swollen face, then asked me to speak.  I did (where before I couldn’t even moan without pain), and not only could I speak, but the swelling was gone.  I didn’t see it, but they said even the visible misalignment of my face from the blow was immediately gone.  They still took me to the hospital to verify what we already knew to be true (no more visible injury) via xrays and ct scans.  

      So when I say that I will pray for your healing, I AM SOOOOO SERIOUS, because I KNOW and have lived with the evidence that PRAYER WORKS!

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      (華娃娃) ChinaDoll wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • I mentioned this before and I don’t mind repeating if you don’t mind reading:

      My mother gave me a necklace with a cross on it since High School.  After 10 years ago, I lost it.  I could not find it anywhere.  I felt so naked.  After 4 months went by, the snow melted and when I opened my car door at my friend’s house out on the road, here’s the sparkling necklace.  We can imagine the % of odd of not being shoveled away from snow plow.

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      (華娃娃) ChinaDoll wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • Psalmist: thank you for sharing.  Those were amazing miracles.  Praise Him.

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      Anonymous wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • Hi,
      Yes, thank  you for sharing. My husband used to assistant-pastor and was the worship leader at our church for 6 years. I first met my husband at this church and my son and I had just started going there. One day my son slammed the car door on his finger. It was aweful, his finger nail turned blackish. That next Sunday my son was talking to me an I noticed that his finger looked perfect! I asked him, “let me see  your finger“, “what happened?“. My son explained to me “that some guy” had prayed for him and put his finger between his hands when he did so. I said “what guy?“. He said, you know, that pastor guy.....

      Also, 1.5 years ago, I was in the hospital for an upper GI bleed. Almost died. A sonogram showed scarring on my liver. A pastor friend came and prayed for me after that sonogram. Two days later they could find no scaring on my liver and they never found the cause of the bleed. I am in awe of HIS grace and mercy....

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      (華娃娃) ChinaDoll wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • Thank you for sharing.

      Just a side note: any kind of against all odd posts are welcomed.  Though I am Catholic Christian, I do not mean to have this turn out to be a “Just” post.  Much love and look forward to your sharing.

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      Maria Louise Van Deuson wrote Feb 1, 2009
    • I was a premature baby born in 1960 (3 months early) and weighed less than 5 lbs.  

      I was so small and weak, that my legs weren’t strong enough for me to take my first steps until I was 2 years old.

      I was a sickly child who was not expected to live to adulthood.

      I’m here and I don’t know why, but my family thought it was a miracle.

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