My Life of Miracles - pt 12
But a seed of something that had been planted in me germinated that day. It was a seed of rejection.
I can write volumes on this topic and what and how to help someone who may be challenged with this, but this is not what this particular article is about.
What I want to write about is the miracle of God’s deliverance from...
My Life of Miracles - pt 11
My Life of Miracles - pt 10
...As she sat down she had sat on one end of the centipede and then the centipede proceeded to keep popping it’s other end up and biting her on her bottom. It happened fast, but there were three or four distinct bites and they were causing her excruciating pain.
Her bottom was beginning to swell and I didn’t know what to do. I quickly went down to my mom’s house where she and my husband both were. Everyone was very alarmed because just in the very short half mile ride the swelling and redness had increased...
My Life of Miracles - pt 9
...One night though after going to bed, I felt something under my arm. I reached down and next to my underarm by my right breast I felt a large swollen area. At first the thought to panic attacked me. It was the temptation to fear. I rejected it. I had made up my mind I would not entertain fear on any level. I was determined to not let that vile spirit back into my life and I knew that any type of worry or anxiety was an open doorway to that very thing.
I felt the area. Yes, there was definitely something there. It was firm and I could feel its boundaries...
My Life of Miracles - pt 8
My Life of Miracles - pt 7
...I’m not sure how long it took for him to move forward, but he didn’t come in for awhile. He just stood there staring with his mouth open.
This sounds like a very absurd event, yet I was not surprised in the least at it. In fact, at that point, I expected it. That strong confidence has waxed and waned through the years. Even now, I yearn for that innocent and childlike faith that was immovable...
My Life of Miracles - part 6
...As I was praying, I thought I would just go to the grocery store and see what I could get with what I had. I went, not even sure how much money I did have since I was afraid to look, and bought a few things.
When I got to the checkout stand I was very anxious, thinking I would have to ask our small town grocer to allow me to get what I had brought to the checkout stand on credit. I was trying to get up the courage to ask since I knew it was inevitable. I knew I did not have enough in my purse to pay for it all, even though it was only about five dollars or so. But...
My Life of Miracles - pt 5
But, I couldn’t make my sweet baby happy. I had no idea what to do. So, that particular night as we were rocking and crying, I cried out to God. I began to beg God for help. I begged him to make things better. I had been through so much and I just didn’t know how much more I could take before I crumbled into a heap.
I remember saying, there has to be more to life than this. Please God, please God, please help me...
My Life of Miracles - pt 4
...There were many contributing factors, but the drinking was a core sinister plot to tear our family apart. I grew up with fear, anger, sorrow, and trepidation resulting from my life at home.
My father never came to see me play one sports game, he never came to one awards ceremony, or church program. He came to my Jr. High and Sr. High graduations, but other than that, he did not participate at all.
But I loved my father dearly. I was Daddy’s girl, and I knew it...
My Life of Miracles - pt 3
...To say I was heartsick is an understatement. I had been all over the entire camp. If it had fallen off while out there walking, I knew I would never find it. As the day continued I asked everyone in our group to please look and if they found it, to let me know. Everyone kindly said that they would.
And of course I talked to Jesus about it. He knew I was heartsick over losing it. He knew I had searched and searched and searched, retracing as many of my steps as possible. And I asked Him to please help me find it.
It should have been a lost cause. It was a very small necklace in a vast area full of people who had no idea who I was or that I had lost my prized possession...
My Life of Miracles - pt 2
...There is much talk today about spiritual intelligence. When I heard Kris Valloton first speak about this, I thought, “I want that!” But then, almost as quickly I heard God say, “Haven’t I always given you that?”
I began to think about that and have remembered many times that I just knew something without there being anyway that I could have known it in the natural. My very first memory of such an occurrence was when I was about 10 or 12...
My Life of Miracles - pt 1
... Christmas Eve of 1967 I received the first outright miracle that I remember. I was nine years old.
I lived on a farm in western Oklahoma in a tiny frame house of about 700 square feet. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a small added on utility and bathroom, equally tiny.
Being an only child in a very dysfunctional home, I often felt isolated. My father was an alcoholic, and he and my mother fought continually. It provided, at best, a very tense home life. My mother’s distress over issues with my father, our poverty, and life in general caused her to be unhappy and short-tempered...
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