There is healing available to everyone! Enjoy this wonderful video about Anita’s Near Death Experience and healing of lymphoma cancer. Click here to read more about Anita’s Near Death Experience
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You will want to watch this video all the way to the end. I’ve known people personally who have experienced similar healings from John of God.
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No matter how much money I make or don’t make, God has always been there. I have [had many miracles happen to me,] but, in the end, this one stands out….
I was working for a pretty big company and had managed to get a DUI without losing my job. Of course, I still drank. After I was convicted, I drove drunk one night and ran off the road and totaled my truck. 2 cop cars were sitting right there watching the whole thing. I failed all the sobriety tests and was about to go to jail for a second DUI in less than 1 year. That’s 30 days and no license for a year in Georgia.
As they are getting ready to cuff me, a woman walks up and says that she knows me and that she can take me home. She was a friend whom I hadn’t seen in a long long time. As a third cop car is pulling up, they all agree to let her take me home and remove my truck the next day. No ticket. Nothing.
I told her I had prayed to God to save me after I crashed. She said she was told 30 minutes before the crash to sit in the parking lot and wait. She saw me crash. She knew what to do next.
Prayer doesn’t matter. God had taken care of the situation 30 minutes before my prayer.
God is in control, whether I know it or not.
Now my life is a consistent flow of little miracles. I don’t have to pray anymore. I just live out who and what I am. Good or bad is not relevant. Morals do not matter. I’ve done more good by being bad and have been given more good things when I am supposedly at my worst.
I’ve gotten raises by simply being myself and not being afraid to do things that may seem wrong to some but are right for me.
God matters. I matter. You matter. Amazing stuff that I don’t really deserve on paper…but I am so much the better person for it.
This miracle story was submitted by “R.C.” from GA
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I had just given birth to my first child and was only twenty years old. (Her father had left us when I was four months pregnant). I had fallen into a deep depression.
One night, after I had put my daughter to sleep, I laid in my own bed in the dark, talking with God. My desperation was so deep, that I begged him for a sign that things would be alright.
I had fallen asleep, and was dreaming (or so I thought) when the air in the room turned quite warm. I saw two angels before me. They seemed to be female and only one would communicate with me. They spoke though their lips did not move. They told me that God loved me and that everything would be alright.
The love I felt inside was so intense that I wanted to cry with joy. I woke up feeling born again. Nobody could take that feeling from me.
I had that dream sixteen years ago, and never forgot it. When I feel like giving up, I look back to this moment, and KNOW that God and his love is always with me.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.S. from CA.
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I’m originally from is El Salvador. At the age of 5 months, on May 8, 1980, I was adopted by two loving parents from the United States. During the 5 months that I was in El Salvador, the country was going through its own Civil War. The orphanage that I was at didn’t have the necessities an infant needs to be properly taken care of. Therefore, my parents were sending money down to them so I could get that care.
Unfortunately, the money was being used towards weapons for underground criminals. When my parents arrived to take me to my new home, I was very malnourished. I was very sick with various illnesses throughout my childhood because of this. My Mom was taking me to doctors’ appointments because of things varying from ear infections to strep throat. I even needed to be hospitalized for asthma. Not much was known about asthma back then, so many doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. My Mom would spend the day at the hospital with me and my Dad would come to the hospital at night. Every night they would sit in my hospital room while I slept.
In 1985, my Mom found out that she was suffering from diabetes and needed to be on insulin. Twenty-four years later, she found out that her kidneys were failing due to the aforementioned reason. She needed a kidney transplant.
Immediately, I told my Dad that I would be willing to donate my kidney to her. My parents, being the loving parents that they are, didn’t want me to go through a procedure like that. Blood relatives offered, but due to their own medical complications, they were unable to do so.
I kept on pursuing to be tested in order to find out if I would be an organ and tissue match for my Mom. From July of 2009 to September of 2009, my Mom and I were going through many tests to see if this would be the case. In October of 2009, we as a family learned that my Mom and I were a perfect tissue and organ match.
On Monday, October 12, 2009, we had the surgery. It was a complete success! The doctor said the surgery went very well and there were no complications! It is now over a year later, and the kidney is working very well!
I like to tell everyone this story, not because I want to sound like a hero,(I believe God did all the work. I just volunteered) but because I want people out in the world to know that miracles do happen!
Around the time that this was happening, my Dad emailed our local news station (without my Mom’s or my own knowledge at first). The station interviewed us on the miracle. You can view the video of the broadcast below:
I hope everyone enjoys this miracle, just as much as I enjoyed doing this for my Mom!
This story was submitted by J.S. from MA
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When I lost my mother, father and brother, my life changed forever. To those not blessed with a faith-filled heart these events my seem tragic and unimaginable. My faith in God revealed to me an amazing power at a pivotal time in my life, offering me comfort in a moment of supreme challenge. My story is a powerful message of hope and confirmation of why our faith is crucial to this life.
My mother died at the young age of 39. She had breast cancer. I was devastated to say the least. I was only 12 years old. This loss in my life gave me the wisdom and courage I needed to proceed with my life. My faith remained close to my heart.
Years later, I lost my father to kidney cancer and seven years after his death, my only brother died from pancreatic cancer. He was only 41 years old. At the time of my brother’s illness, I began to hear many messages from beyond this physical world. Messages of hope and love from my parents.
They wanted me to know our loved ones that pass away remain connected to us forever, even though we may not see them. They wanted me to share my story with those who struggle with loss. And after my brother passed, I received many messages from him as well. He shared with me what happened to him after his last breath and that there is life after life. Death is not the end.
Before my brother passed away, I witnessed a bright light shining through my window one early morning in my bedroom. It was the most blinding light I had ever seen. It was from a window, which faces a wooded lot–no streets or street lights or cars.
I asked my mother what this light was. She told me it was a light from heaven shining upon you because you were not bitter or angry about your brother’s illness or death.
I have many other messages to share and my story is available in a self published book, which I wrote and published last summer. It is called Tomorrow’s Promise
by Mary Elizabeth Robinson. The title words came to me in a message soon after I learned about my brother’s illness. I wrote down all my messages that I ever received. I woke from a sound sleep to hear the words and meaning of “tomorrow’s promise” and had to get up and write them down because it was so profound.
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As an adult, my life was not always so easy. I made so many dumb choices starting at about 18. In 1996, at 36, I was divorced and struggling with two kids. I had two jobs, but just couldn’t manage. So, I filed for bankruptcy, and moved into a close friend’s home. My dear friend, Betty, was in her 80s and wanted someone she knew to live in her home when her family placed her in an assisted living facility. We’d made arrangements for me to buy it on a rent-to-own basis.
I was working FT as a Para-Professional and was awarded a merit scholarship to the University of Toledo to get my teaching degree. It was so hard to juggle it all, and when Betty died, my chances to stay in the houses grew slim. Her kids wanted me to buy it conventionally, or get out. I was so distraught…there was nowhere for me to go, and I was in school FT living off my school loans. I had one last chance, and that was to get help from the Catholic Charities mortgage program (which ultimately denied me).
It happened to be Ash Wednesday, 2002. I was driving home from that meeting realizing that I’d missed mass, too. My frustration was beginning to build up. So many emotions consumed me, and while at a stoplight I grabbed the crucifix of my Rosary hanging from the rear view mirror, and I let God have it! I remember actually shouting through tears that I hated him for not helping me…for not loving me. I just couldn’t understand. I was so heartbroken, and angry.
It was about a 5-minute drive home, but one that I will never forget. As my tears subsided, I put on my sunglasses so the other drivers wouldn’t see that I was crying. At the next traffic light, I noticed there were red droplets of what I assumed to be catsup on the crucifix, and I was annoyed thinking my son had squirted it on there. So, as I drove I tried to rub it off, and when I took my sunglasses off to inspect it, there was nothing there! The droplets only showed up with my sunglasses on. Then, I noticed where each was…on Jesus’ forehead, abdomen, hands, and feet.
At that split second, I felt something was not right. What came next was so profound I still get overcome with emotion…all I remember is white light, so bright I couldn’t see to drive, and from it came the most profound feelings of love. I can’t begin to describe it, but all I can say is that I knew in my heart I was experiencing divine presence. I don’t actually know how long this occurred…time simply stopped for a few seconds. Then the light was gone, and I was in traffic.
I was disoriented and shaking as I drove the short distance home. When I pulled into the driveway, my son Sean and his friend “D” came running out to the car. I’d forgotten I had to drive them to Karate lessons. They were late. I thought, “OMG! How could I act normally?!” I’d put my glasses back on so they couldn’t see I’d been crying, but those drops were still there (although they’d begun to flatten). I matter-of-factly asked the boys to look at the crucifix. They each said there was red “stuff” on it. They could see it! How?
I had to force myself to act normally. How does one act when they witness a miracle??? My life had changed in a split second. “I” had changed in a split second, and I had to figure out what to do…how to act, what to say, or not to say. The red drops slowly disappeared over 24-hours. I came so close to going to my parish priest, but was afraid to. I have replayed this in my head for years, and it’s as if it has imprinted into my memory…every second…every emotion…even bits of memory of my surroundings.
The desire to avoid scrutiny has kept me from telling many people, except for those who would benefit from it. I feel spiritually connected to those I do share this with. I seem to know when the time is right. I did find a deacon (now a priest in upstate NY) online last year when searching for reported visions similar to this (without luck), and he was very helpful.
Actually, it’s what he said about witnessing the stigmata that I have just come to accept…”the miracle you witnessed I feel was very real and may have been a sign from God that you will go through much but not to doubt. You denounced God, and now Satan wants your soul. This miracle was a true blessing, and you must never lose faith for Satan and his allies will prey on every weakness, every moment of doubt, every fear you have testing your faith. You will know what to do…spend your days in prayer and ask for guidance.”
My life changed, but with many trials and tribulations that I would learn to deal with and overcome Outwardly, I’m just like the person standing next to me at the local Wal-Mart, but in reality I am NOT like anyone else, unless I can find them. I kept it a secret for a long time, until a time would come when someone needed hope, then I would trust in God to give me the courage to share this experience.
I think about this every single day even after 8-years. It’s like a re-run over and over again, but I go about my daily life as if nothing ever happened simply because it’s not meant for everyone to know, for obvious reasons (although I feel God leads me in sharing with those who need to hear it).
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Approximately 10 years ago, on a freezing July night, the cold, hard, truth hit me like a freight train. NO ONE WAS COMING TO MY RESCUE.
On our bedroom floor, my wife was giving birth to our son. He’d come so quickly that we had just called the hospital to tell them we were on our way. But we never made it out of the house.
The complication was he was breech; and when he had come out to his shoulders, the contractions stopped and he stopped coming. My wife and I stayed calm, but for all my trying I just could not get his head out. While this was happening my sister had called an ambulance, but we were stuck in this position for about 15 minutes before they arrived and were able to fully deliver him.
What I didn’t realize was that the umbilical cord was obstructed and our baby was suffering from asphyxiation. When he was finally born our boy was blue and his heart rate was 40 beats per minute when it should have been 140 beats per minute. As the paramedics worked on our son, pumping oxygen into his lungs, with a hand pump, I went outside to talk to God.
I’d been studying faith at a local church for a while, and had achieved some small successes. One of the scriptures that has always impressed on me the most was Mark 11:24 “Whosoever shall say unto this mountain, be though removed and be though cast into the sea, and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he says shall come to pass, He shall have whatsoever he says.”
This scripture told me I had to take responsibility in the situation, and not wait for something to happen, but make something happen. I felt strength flow through me as I reminded God what this scripture said. I told God that I was not going to ask for anything but that I was going to take control of the situation. I had a strong belief that parents are supposed to protect their children, not just naturally but spiritually as well.
I also could not accept the idea that a child would be born just to die ten minutes later. After my conversation with God I felt fearless and determined. When I went back into the house the main paramedic pulled me aside and asked me if he could have a word with me. With a grim look on his face and.” It’s amazing how quickly people will change their mind and come into agreement with you when you are clear and absolute about something.
Upon entering the hospital I repeated with conviction “No he’s going to make it, He’s gonna be just fine,” to any one that spoke to me. As I stood back and watched Doctors and Nurses buzzing around my son in a hive of activity, things became surreal. A smiling woman in a white coat approached, “You know when they called in, I thought they’d be bringing in a dead baby, but it’s a miracle, they’ve done a great job, he’s looking good.”
Of course our baby did survive. But the next day he was placed in intensive care. At a meeting with the head of intensive care, the Doctor explained to us that our baby was “fitting” and this was most likely because he would have suffered brain damage and organ damage due to the lack of oxygen he received during birth. At this point, once again I reassured the Doctor, “No, don’t worry, he’s going to be just fine.”
Because of what we had just been through, I thought there’s no way I’m going to start backing off now. About this time we were interviewed by the hospital psychologist, to see how we were handling the fact our baby would be severely handicapped. After the meeting my wife sneaked a peek at the psychologist’s clipboard and notes. Among other things, my wife noticed the statement “This couple is not prepared for failure.” It was not written as a positive statement, but I found it incredibly empowering.
The ward was divided into ten sections. Section one for the sickest babies and our son was in this section. Some babies are in section one for months and some never get well. However, within two days our son was in section three and in three days he was in section nine. Within another three days we were taking him home in absolutely perfect condition.
Since that time I have pushed myself to learn as much as possible about this incredible power that saved my son’s life. What I have learned I have applied to many different areas of my life. I have used this power to transform my near bankrupt, failing business into a thriving prosperous company that has allowed me an income that has totally changed my lifestyle.
I have seen this power make cancer and arthritis completely disappear from people’s bodies. I have seen it transform children with learning difficulties and sleeping problems into peaceful intelligent, happy kids.
I have seen it do many incredible, wonderful things in relationships, and every area of life. I believe this power controls the world, and I believe it exists for the benefit of mankind. I truly believe it’s the answer to every obstacle we face.“And you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free.” John 8:32 Get Excited! It’s Time to Overcome! For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. 1 John 5:4
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This miracle story was submitted by “S.H.” from Australia
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I recently had had a very bad week and particularly an even worse day. Anything that could go wrong did and I was feeling quite depressed. I had been praying for my son to succeed in school, for our finances which were dwindling and for my own health. I suffer from MS and have had a lot of exacerbation lately.
I flopped on the couch that night and started flipping through tv channels when I came across a really old movie. What caught my attention was how poorly the movie’s quality was. It was obviously really really old…..in black and white and poor visual quality…even so, something caught my eye. The movie was about Our Lady of Fatima..an old movie set in Portugal about three young children who see a vision of our LADY and receive instruction from her to gather people to come to the spot of her appearance so she may perform miracles.
Before I went to sleep I prayed to “Our Lady.” I asked her to send me some kind of sign that I would know she had heard my prayer and would ask the Father to grant my requests. I had heard about people saying they would either receive a “ROSE” or come across one after praying to Our Lady as this was her favorite flower and she’d use it as a sign to show people she’d heard their prayer.
Upon my prayer request I actually told HER that it was October and I didn’t think it possible to show me a rose since the blooming season was now over…so I asked for some other sign. What happened next is nothing short of a miracle. I fell into a deep sleep. I was awoken by a single ring on my phone. It only rang once and stopped. I wondered if it had been a wrong number and went back to sleep.
When I got up the following morning and went to use my phone….there on my caller ID were the words…,”OUR LADY of FATIMA”. The exact words of the movie I had watched and to whom I had prayed. I have to tell you that a small part of me wondered if there could be a logical explanation. So under the name was a phone number. I imagined it was the Our Lady of Fatima hospital that is in my state. Even though I have absolutely nothing at all to do with that hospital I called there to inquire why someone might have called me. I asked to speak to several different people trying to figure out if anyone called me. No one had any idea.
I know now that “OUR LADY” somehow used that number to send me the sign that I had requested. Later that same day I was at my kitchen washing dishes and to my amazement…there right outside my window was a single yellow rose blooming on a rosebush that had withered up and died since early September.
This miracle story was submitted by “H.B.” from RI.
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I am an 11 year old Christian boy. I have enormous faith in God. I play baseball, football, and basketball. I love to swim and play any sport. I enjoy family time and enjoy making friendships. I have good grades. I pray daily.
One night when I came home from church I was riding on the back of our pick-up truck. The church is about a mile from our house. My mom was driving. When the truck came to a complete stop I jumped off and went under the truck to scare my mom by grabbing her ankles. However, the motor was still running.
In the next few seconds while under the truck I heard the motor roar. I immediately sprung out from the bottom. My mom drove forward. I nearly made it all out, except for my ankle which got run over by a two ton truck. My dad who was driving up behind us onto the driveway witnessed the whole thing. It all happened within seconds.
I was in excruciating pain and really scared. My foot felt hot and crushed, I honestly thought it was going to be cut off. I was holding onto it and praying for the pain to leave. My dad jumped out of his truck and ran towards me. My mom jumped out of hers and asked, “what was that?” She then saw me rolling on the ground and grabbing my foot. My father told her she had ran over my foot, but it could have been worse. They both calmly removed my shoe and looked at it.
They asked if I could move it. I moved it back and forth, side to side and realized a miracle had just taken place. It hurt much but I iced it. My mom knew everything was fine but told me to warn her of any swelling or lack of movement. An hour later when I was no longer in fright, I wept and asked my parents to forgive me.
My mom told me to give thank and praise to God, for he’s an awesome God. I could have been killed, but instead God spared my life. She later took me in to the ER for observation and to avoid any medical negligence charges if it had to be reported. The staff in the ER was in disbelief, they really didn’t think it happened like so. I didn’t even get a bruise or a scrape. They just said I was really lucky. I know it was God’s hand protecting me.
This miracle story was submitted by “G.P.” from Texas