France
Jehovah Rapha & Healing Sweet Lindsay.
Sweet Lindsay came early into this world after I fell while running to the train in Paris. Two days later, I met the doctor who told me to go to the hospital. Through much prayer and a five-day hospital stay, sweet Lindsay stayed warm in the womb for a few more weeks. What an amazing little bundle she was that August morning when I saw her sandy hair and azur blues looking at me for the first time.
So small, yet lively from the beginning, and as she grew, the challenges would come. Sleeping, eating, sicknesses, living in Europe, and then moving to Africa gave us pause as sweet Lindsay was in the middle of all the action. Jehovah God was always at our side even if we didn’t see Him.
We knew He would never leave us nor forsake us.
One day, when sweet Lindsay was just a toddler, she lost her appetite and had a little cold. She quickly got worse, and I took her once again to see the doctor. She was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis after many tests. Again, we called for a prayer chain of believers to pray as the prognosis was not good. My sweet Lindsay was in Jehovah Rapha’s hands.
The next month, we returned to the specialist after three weeks of nebulizer treatments and antibiotics. The x-ray doctor took Lindsay to check her lungs. He called me back to show me something.
“Uh, ma’am, I don’t understand the change, this is your daughter Lindsay, correct?” “Yes, sir, and if I understand you correctly, you are saying her lungs are clear. God has healed my sweet Lindsay.
Jo Ellen
United States of America
It is hard to believe that blessings can happen while tragedy is striking. That is what happened to my little family in the spring of 2007. My husband was in the midst of his third deployment to the Middle East. I was seven months pregnant with our miracle baby. Before he deployed, I truly believed that all of our loss and hardships with carrying a child had a purpose, even if we would never understand. When we found out we were pregnant the third time, we were so scared to lose again. We had prayed for so long to be parents. When it became clear that this baby was here to stay, we finally allowed ourselves to feel the full joy of God’s blessing. Our excitement was quickly dampened when my husband was notified of his 15-month deployment to Iraq. He left when I was seven months pregnant, and now our prayers were consumed by joy and worry once again. I prayed nonstop for my husband’s safety, as well as the health of our little girl.
Our daughter, Faith, was due in May of 2007. In March of 2007, the fighting in Iraq had become so unstable that we feared he wouldn’t make it home for the delivery. My c-section was scheduled for April, and by the sheer grace of God, my husband made it home just in time. He spent nine days with our girl and had to go back to Iraq. We thought nothing could stop our happiness. A few months after he returned to Iraq, another miracle happened. In August of 2007, he boarded a helicopter for a mission. He was strapped in with 13 other soldiers and was called off the helicopter at the last minute. Another soldier took his place. Shortly after take-off, the helicopter was shot down, with no survivors. My husband’s life had been saved by God.
I struggled for so long with my overwhelming gratitude for his safety, knowing how completely devastating this had been for him. All these years later, I still thank God every day for allowing my husband to have the gift of life and for allowing him to be the best husband and father for our little family. It has taken almost 15 years for my husband to embrace the blessing of his safety, and during this time he has grown so much closer to Jesus by allowing himself forgiveness for being a survivor. My husband has changed many lives in the last 15 years with his love for the Lord and his appreciation for life. I have watched God working and moving in my husband. Every day, I am in awe of God’s love and mercy.
United States of America
The most extraordinary happening!
I am stunned into silence, needing quietude with you Lord, to package this and see it’s greatness.
It seemed a gazillion years ago that my heart had quietly yearned for an emerald – it sounds like my name. I looked at pictures of them, and would scan jeweler windows when passing by. I even bought some fake green stone earrings, which didn’t cut it! Secretly, my heart envisions an emerald with tiny diamonds around it.
This is one of those hidden desires of my heart that I don’t deem important. I won’t pursue and spend the money purchasing this. I even giggle as sometimes, I see myself walking down the street one day and there lies an emerald.
These past few months, there has been a shift in my being. In obedience, committing all to you. I believe you will provide income personally and for the ministry. God is teaching me how to let every thought of worry, fear, stress, personally, and for the ministry go!
I started choosing to say and believe that you will provide, that you are providing. So I asked for daily discipline and next steps and then…. of course, challenges at Abode, our ministry place, which had a need of cooling in the back section. And just like that the system and install were provided!
Next thing… the Lord asked me to give up lollygagging for one week, no brain games at night, give Him all my time! No watching shows!
In this very week, His extravagance shows up unexpectedly. Just when my heart felt as if a knife went through it. I received a stinging email that left me feeling of no worth to that person. I had to give this to Jesus and fight not to let this take root in my heart.
A little later in the day, a couple called, wanted to come over, and they had a gift for me. This has not happened before! They handed me a small gift bag with a box that held another box. Inside was a necklace with an emerald and little diamonds around it! No words.
God sent His people that day, what timing! How extravagant! When we serve God, He always gives in return!
No giving comes back when we lay aside our wants and desires. You see us,you hear us, more than we know!
Emgem
Jamaica
Last year, in 2022, the organization I founded had a significant goal to build a playground at a school in a rural town in Jamaica. We needed $25,000 to cover the cost of the playground supplies and other costs. A month from the trip, we still had about $15,000 to raise for the trip. I’ll be honest, I started to panic. I became angry, fussy, short-tempered, and overall negative. I was so fed up with people. Why wasn’t anybody supporting this important project? I had a pity party to top all pity parties. I knew that God always came through for me, but raising $15,000 in 30 days seemed impossible for even God.
Self-doubt tried settled in. I wasn’t even sure anymore if I believed this was what God wanted me to do. I thought I was out of His will because the money wasn’t showing up. After much anxiety and headaches, I decided to shut down the voices whispering despair to me. I started to pray. I repented for my unbelief and reminded God what He told me many years ago when He called me to do work in Jamaica. His promise was that everything I and everyone I needed to be successful in the work He called me to do was already provided in my network.
God isn’t a man to lie. His word will not come back void. During this time, I also lost my passport. The adversity was coming in hot and heavy. By the time I left for Jamaica, God provided every cent we needed with some leftover! God proved to me once again that He is the Jehovah Jireh.
Rachel Dolcine
United States of America
I lived in Savannah, GA, 40 years ago, and loved it. My daughter was born there at 24 weeks old, and we lost her twin brother. She is a miracle and shouldn’t have survived (she was 1 lbs. 7 oz. at birth). She is a miracle in and of herself.
We’ve always wanted to come back, but my husband and I have both been self-employed, and it’s never easy to restart a business in a new place. Even though I’m from the north east, it’s frankly never felt like home. Over the last few years, with the changing political climate and a loss of moral compass, it felt less and less like home. Well, on a trip to the Outer Banks in May 2020, I suddenly realized that we probably had the chance if I acted fast to make a move back to Savannah. As a result of Covid a lot of my work had become remote. It was now legal for me to treat my patients on Zoom from anywhere. We put our house on the market that summer and, after a few twists and turns, sold it for quite a bit more than we paid. We knew that if we waited at all to take action, market conditions might change for the worst and they did. This was God speaking to us I know.
We came to Savannah to buy here and homes were selling right out from under us. We weren’t really considering Rincon at all as we wanted it to be somewhere in Savannah proper but anytime we made an offer on something it sold out from under us.
My husband and I were having dinner at a downtown restaurant. A text came in from our broker with a photo of a house in Rincon. We looked at it and immediately knew it was home even before seeing it. Our offer was immediately accepted. The move itself presented many challenges. But we are exactly where God wanted us to be. We love the neighborhood and the wonderful folks. We met and our next-door neighbors introduced us to Compassion. We love it and feel so blessed most importantly, my husband due to his unfortunate exposure to church as a child hadn’t been to church in about 50 years. Now he’s is the first one out the door for church and we both love it. We know it’s all God’s hand.
