I Believe In Miracles

After several years of this, my father had had enough and rebelled against church and therefore God. My grandparents divorced when my father was a teenager and he moved to Arizona to live with his dad.

Through the years as I was growing up, my dad did not want to talk about God or religion. All those years of religious activity had soured him so completely on what he thought was required to be a Christian that he wanted no part of it.

But I...

Sometime around 1984 my dad was having trouble swallowing. They went to many different doctors in an attempt to get a diagnosis. There were some crazy suggestions, none of which were right.

Since my mother’s brother was an MD, he did a referral to MD Anderson Hospital in Houston, TX. You couldn’t get in without one.

Within just a few moments with Dr. Gepfort he found...

My four-year-old had the two distinctive punctures of a poisonous snake on the back of his upper arm. And yet...

My mom was scared and very upset. It just so happened it was on a Wednesday night. At the time both mom and I were attending a small spirit-filled church in Lookeba. But, on Wednesday nights at the time, we met in Binger for a bible study and prayer time. She was going to go to the bible study that night and ask for prayer. I couldn’t go that night, but agreed to stay home and pray.

The next morning around mid-morning...

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...

...As I watched my five or six month old baby, I saw a huge centipede crawl from up under his back and up around his tummy. In a mother’s panic I started to just reach out and grab that centipede off of him...

...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...

...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...

...Her warning and tone of voice were so ominous that I became terrified. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the moment a deep dark foreboding spirit of fear attached itself to me. One moment before I had no fear at all, and then suddenly from one word by my well meaning boss, everything changed...

...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...

...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...

...Now to the point of this story. I remember this night profoundly. I was rocking, we were both crying, and my husband was yelling yet again for me to shut him up so he could go to sleep, because he had to go to work the next day. Mom’s took care of babies, dad’s went to work. That is just the way it was.

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...