United States of America
God was there during the hurricane season, and my friends and family’s homes weren’t destroyed.
God has been there all the time. That seemingly hard experience, in fact, was God’s way of helping my friend live in a better home, removed from the abuse she was enduring from her stepfather.
And then, during the early part of this year, there was a threat at the school. Someone was threatening to shoot up the school. Once again, God answered many prayers. No one got hurt! Everyone got home safely to their families.
Once again, God came through, this time for me. My dad’s girlfriend was putting her hands on me when I was around 13 years old. I was glad I was old enough to call my mother and godmother. God sent understanding, belief, and help before anything could’ve gotten worse.
Da’Najah
South Africa
My bonus dad, Pappie was dying. He had a brain tumor, was unconscious, rail-thin and at the end of life. There was no God in our family and yet my Mom prayed. Sitting beside him, she said, “God, if you’re there, I will search for you and follow You till the day I die.”
In that moment, he woke up, and the healing process began. I remember him coming home, unable to walk, learning to move, eat, and work all over again. My mom kept her promise – she lived for and searched about, with and for God, till she passed away in her 60s. I would see her up in the wee hours talking away with God in the garden, her restless soul arguing or laughing – doing real life with Him. I went into life never doubting God existed.
Emra
United States of America
Miracle House Story
After searching for 10 months for a home, God made the impossible possible. The housing market was treacherous. There was limited availability, the prices were extremely high, and they were sold quickly. I put an offer on a house I loved with a higher offering price, but it fell through because another bidder outbid me. My sister-in-law told me about a house that was vacant near them. I reached out to the owners, but they weren’t ready to sell.
A few months later, another house on the same street that the first house I put an offer on came available. I didn’t like it as much, but I liked the area and the house had potential, so I put an offer on the house. Unfortunately, someone else got the house because they could close sooner than I could. I was so discouraged because I had to live with a few different families because I didn’t have a place to call home. I dreamed of living near my nephews and raising my kids with them. I don’t have children yet, but that’s another prayer of mine.
I reached back out to the family who had the vacant house near my brother because I still had hope. My realtor felt it may be a waste of time, but I didn’t want to give up on my dream of living near my nephews. After reaching back out to them, which was about nine months since I talked to them, they finally were open to sell “as is”. I didn’t think that I could afford the home because of its being in a beautiful neighborhood and the price range. Thankfully, after a couple of weeks, I was able to go see the home. I gave them an offer without it being put on the market, which would have definitely increased the price, and they accepted it.
I was so thankful, and I was able to see God’s hand in the whole process. Through all the doubt, pain, tears, and fears…God showed his hand in this and blessed me measurably more than I ever dreamed. Thank You, Lord!!
Steph
