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When God made the impossible Possible…
Some may ask why are you posting these miracles. Well, some are posted on bulletin boards in state prisons. I pray that someone there will read these and think if God can do this for them then maybe He can answer my prayer.
So today I will tell of another miracle that was shared this weekend at my cousin’s funeral. On Thanksgiving day, 1985 they were in a simple fender bender. She even got out of the car and then became blind. Her head became the size of a basketball and after examination, the doctor said she could not recover.
Every day, Pastor Larry McDaniel would say, “Jerry, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand”, but no response. Her son-in-law told the Pastor, please speak to Ken, her husband, he is not facing the reality, he thinks she will get well. The Pastor said not me.
Ken continued to pray, and one day she squeezed his hand. He told the Pastor, so he went in and no results. Ken kept saying I will not give up, and she is going to live.
She did for another 32 years, and we gave her our goodbyes for now on Saturday. But that is not the end of the story. There will be a happy meeting in heaven, I know. When we see the many loved ones we have known here below. Gathered on the blessed hilltops with hearts all aglow. That will be a happy reunion day.
Love Ann Snipes
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My mom was a lioness, fierce, explosive, yet fair, kind, and fun.
Over the years of her walking with God, learning from Him, growing in Him, I saw her change – become more patient, self-restrained, and humble.
Only God can change the person.
And then there’s me…
He knew me, wanting my life to be all in for Him.
Yet life got in the way – my inherited weaknesses, I didn’t even see, overtook me in my search for love and to be seen.
I left Him, He relentlessly pursued me and won me back.
The healing process began and finally, I now live on purpose, relentless in return for Him!
A miracle!
Emra
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Celebrating The Moment
On this date, September 22, 2023, I stand in gratitude for what the Lord has done. Three years ago on September 22, 2020, I found myself in the middle of a breast cancer diagnosis and battle for healing. I was about one month into chemotherapy after having lost my husband in April 2020 and my mom in February 2020.
My world was in upheaval, yet God was so faithful. One year ago today, September 22, 2022. I was just starting 28 radiation treatments to finish my cancer treatment journey.
Today, September 22, 2023, I am in St. Louis, Missouri, co-hosting our fourth Unfold.Bloom.Burst Christian Writers Conference with my friend, Rachel Dolcine.
I am halfway across the country from my home. I have health. I have life. I have joy…and God isn’t finished yet. The best is yet to come. He has turned my mourning into dancing and written a new story – a story where illness does not define me. The pen is in my heavenly Father’s hand, and He only writes bestsellers.
Barbara Hollace
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God helped me through a hard time when I got pregnant at 14 and had no one in my corner to help me. I didn’t have my mom, my dad, not a baby father, just me, a group home, and the four walls. I felt so alone, and I was going through the worst pregnancy symptoms. I threw up everything – water, all my food, and all my fluids in my body. I was so sick that I had to be placed in the hospital so they could put fluids back into my body.
Going through all those emotions left me not wanting my baby. I had multiple conversations about adoption and abortion. I just wanted to give up on life. But once I got to my three months, I just felt that God wanted me to have my baby girl, so that I would have someone who loves me forever. That was the best thing I ever did! I am amazed at how much I love her. Thank you, Jesus.
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When I was about two to three years old (I don’t personally remember this being so young), but I was running from the kitchen to the living room, from my mom to my dad. At one point, I ran straight into my big plastic rocking seal. It knocked me out, and I stopped breathing. My parents ran to my aid and called 911. We lived in very rural New Hampshire, so an ambulance would never have gotten there on time. While on the phone with 911, my dad began administering child CPR.
After a minute or two, I finally breathed again. My mom said my lips had started to become purple, and she was in complete shock. When I was finally breathing again, I was perfectly fine. The doctors said I was lucky to be completely fine and that it was so important that my dad had remembered child CPR.
I thank God that He helped me that day.
Emily S.
