Power of Prayer Miracle Stories
In the spring of 2004 I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C. After doing research, the only way I could have acquired this disease is when I was in the Navy 30 years before. I had a regiment of inoculations before going overseas to Japan where I was to be stationed. They used a gun that shoots the medicine into your body. This gun spreads fine particles of blood and is used over and over. I picked up the virus then and it was dormant in my body till 2004.
I had 2 specialists confirm the diagnosis and I was set up for a liver biopsy to find out the extent of damage to my liver since this is an incurable liver disease. The Sunday before the biopsy, I was in my small group class at church and told them of my diagnosis and asked them to pray for me. The group leader sat a chair in front of the class and all the men in the class came up and laid their hands on me and prayed over me.
During the prayers I felt such a comfort come over me and I knew the Lord was there…I could feel Him. The following Monday, the Senior Pastor called me and asked me if I could come to his office because he wanted to have the Elders of the church and himself pray over me. I agreed and went to his office the next day. We went into the Pastors conference room with all the Deacons and Elders of the church and talked for about 30 minutes. Then the Pastor anointed me with oil and all the Deacons, the Pastor and the Elders of the church all laid their hands on me and the pastor prayed over me. During this, I felt the Spirit of the Lord in an overwhelming fashion, come into me and cleanse my body.
After the prayer was over I was in tears and told everyone in the room about the feeling I had. Several minutes later I left and went home. On Wednesday I went into the gastro-enterologist office and had my liver biopsy. When the results came back the Doctor told me that he had never seen someone healed from Hepatitis C but that was the case. He told me that I definitely had the disease but now I didn’t. When he asked me what I had done, I proceeded to tell him about what happened at my church and about Jesus Christ my Savior. I have made a promise to the Lord that who ever will listen, I will tell the story of His power and mercy. How the Lord healed me from this incurable disease and will give Him all the glory. I have had my blood tested every 6 months since this happened and I am fine…..no, I am more than fine, I am BLESSED. To God be the Glory!!!!
This miracle story was submitted by “D.W.” from TX
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I’m a single mother of two–a boy and a girl about one year apart. A few years ago, back in the Spring of 2001, I was driving home from the park where we had my son’s 2nd birthday celebration. My kids were in the back seat of my 1989 white Toyota Corolla. I was driving on the 405 North freeway from the 2nd to the slow lane. As I was driving, I had decided to change lanes so I could drive a little bit faster. I wanted to get home quickly because the kids were cranky and I was tired from the whole event.
When I was about to change lanes, on my right side I saw a gray Integra ( I believe ) that was going at the same pace as me and changing lanes at the same time. So I went back to my lane where I was going more slowly. Suddenly my car jerked and started spinning. The steering wheel was out of control and I could not maneuver the car. All I was doing was holding on to my steering wheel. I looked behind me and my kids were crying so loud, that I didn’t know what to do. I told them everything well be okay, and if this was our one last day of each other, that it was going to be okay.
The car was still spinning. I looked to my front window and all I can remember was my car heading to the edge of the divider, where it was going out of the freeway. When I saw where we were heading to, I closed my eyes, and prayed to God, asking Him this one last time take care of us, to help us right now at this moment. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t even think anymore. After I had closed my eyes and prayed for help, my car stopped.
I opened my eyes and I looked around the area and at my kids in the back, and I cried for joy. We were all alive in the middle of the freeway. All cars stopped and just waited to see if anyone was hurt. Soon enough, three people came up to me and asked if everyone was okay, and all I said was “can I please use your phone?” They checked on my kids, and smiled and hugged them that we were all okay. Then a man came to me and handed me his phone and I called my dad to tell him that I had an accident. He came and had someone tow my car.
I never believed that a miracle could happen and it’s given by GOD, but now I believe. I am grateful my kids are alive with me to this day. I know now that I do have something to accomplish in this EARTH, if HE had given me another chance to live.
This miracle story was submitted by “J.A.” of CA.
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Last night my daughter and I pulled up in front of our house. It was dark out and our mailbox is on the opposite side of the road, so I pulled up so my daughter could get the mail. Without even thinking I hit the garage door opener in a split second our dog, Abby, came running to the side of the road, tail waggin’ and so happy to see us home.
Like a slow motion picture I saw Abby actually on the road side, just outside the driveway, and a small pick up coming full speed. I couldn’t react and the next second the truck passed the van and I saw our dog rolling back into the drive with a yipe then get up and run back into our house. I had to wait for another car to pass then I pulled into the garage. My daughter threw open the side door and Abby jumped into the back seat.
The couple that had hit her came back to apologize. Abby is a black lab and there was not a chance of them seeing her in the night. I tried to check Abby over but I couldn’t get her out of the back seat. All I could see is blood on her bottom lip. She ran O.K. but all I could think of was internal injuries. The couple showed me where her head hit their turn signal light and cracked the hard plastic. They were going about 45 mph and didn’t see her until after they hit her.
I thanked them for coming back and told them I was going to get her checked out. I started to call frantically to every vet I could and everyone I could get a hold of said it would be about $200 up front to examine her. I barely am able to keep our bills paid, I live paycheck to paycheck. I was feeling so helpless.
In my frantic calling I saw my 8 year old daughter sitting beside me and I heard her crying and praying to Jesus. She ask him to send angles down to heal her Abby because she couldn’t loose her and then she thanked Jesus for his healing.
I finally decided that I was going to just go to the MedVet and if nothing else right a check.
When my daughter and I returned to the van I called for Abby, who was still lying down in the back seat, and Abby popped up and came to the middle seat. She didn’t have any other marks on her. She just looked very scared, like the day I rescued her when she was 8 weeks old. My children had found her tied to a tree on a very hot August day with no food or water. The people that owned her said I could have her for $5. We took her home and she was part of the family.
I got in my van and drove to the MedVet. When I got there and opened the van door, Abby jumped down and was so excited. She acted like we were at the park going for a walk. So I stopped and checked her over. The blood was just a scraped lip. All of her teeth were intact, her gums were pink. I pressed over the body like I was checking for ticks and Abby didn’t even flinch. I knew at that moment she was going to be O.K. Jesus had heard and answered my eight year old daughter’s prayer.
I didn’t even go in the clinic. My daughter and I took Abby home and we all slept in my bed. The next morning when we got up Abby was back to her normal routine, a little slower, but back to patiently waiting for us to finish getting ready so we could give her some loving on the way down the stairs, then out the back door for her morning bathroom.
I looked at my daughter and I told her how proud I was of her. She asked why. I told her because “you did the right thing, you ask God for help right away and he gave it to us.” I told her she saved Abby’s life and she said no God did. I am lucky to have a child so wise.
I sometimes feel like I’m not doing the best job at raising my children right, but then in one scary moment I get a reminder that as long as I keep God in the picture, my children and I will be alright.
Some say it was luck but I think we experienced a miracle. I hope this story reminds everyone to stop and always pray first – then react.
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It was Oct. 8th, 2001, a day that seemed like the world would end. Our second oldest grandson, Logan, had been ill with infections of several types. Finally his mommy, my daughter, Danielle, decided to request blood tests from the doctor, having that motherly intuition that Logan had leukemia.
Her worst fears were realized…Logan had AML, the worst type of leukemia. He was rushed to the Hershey Medical Center in Hershey, Pa., where he was given a 20% chance of survival. As his grandfather, I contacted every email prayer chain I could find on the internet…later receiving emails from around the world from groups and churches that were praying.
Chemotherapy was difficult for us to watch and witness, but Logan at age two was a trooper. I spent one night in the hospital with Logan to give his mommy and daddy a chance to be at home with their other children. That night I talked to my Savior, Jesus, for hours as I watched Logan trying to sleep during the therapy. I can’t say that Jesus audibly answered my requests, but He heard me and a healing began in this little child.
Several months later he was considered in remission with a few minor problems. They noticed a “mass” around his heart and some rare type of “bug” was in his bowel system, neither of which the doctors knew how to cure. More prayers and more talking to Jesus….and within a few months both problems disappeared.
Logan has been in remission for 6-1/2 years now and is as healthy as any nine year old could be. He is on the swim team, plays baseball, ice hockey, and frolics with his siblings. He takes no medications of any type and his immune system is perfect.
The only thing we do every day now is thank Jesus for His healing touch.
This miracle story was submitted by “I.B” from PA.
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God allowed me to live three times.
The second time was in July, 2000. I’d been really sick for months and months and all I could eat was yogurt and fruit cocktail and green beans. I was in the hospital in June 2000 for 10 plus days. I passed bile from both ends for most of those days.
The Chief of the hospital told my husband and me that it was my gall bladder, but they couldn’t operate because my gall bladder wasn’t showing up as bad. I signed myself out because I decided I could go home and die. They weren’t doing anything for me there.
By the end of the next month, July, 2000, I went to a doctor’s appointment and my white blood count went to 20,000. The first time I’d been hospitalized in June, it was 15,000. I’d also like to say, the first time I went into the hospital, I’d driven myself there and had my father-in-law with me because it was his appointment day, not mine.
My doctor saw me in the waiting room and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I brought my father-in-law for his appointment. He said while you are here, let me check your white blood count, and that’s when it was 15,000.
My father-in-law was stranded. It was about an hour and a half drive from home so my husband had to come get my father-in-law. Then, on the July visit, I’d had an appointment with the eye doctor. I was out of my acid reflux medicine and went to my clinic to have it refilled.
My doc came out and said while you are here, let me check your white blood count. It was 20,000 and again, I drove myself to the hospital. My doctor informed me that there were no surgeons on duty at the VA hospital and he transported me to a civilian hospital (Rowan) there in Salisbury.
The doctor was waiting for me in the ER. He immediately sent me for an ultra sound and gave me a Demerol shot because by the time they finished the ultra sound which is not painful at all, it did leave me in pain because of the pushing of the instrument on my stomach around the gallbladder.
When the Dr. came in, he asked me if I had any family with me and I said no, but my husband was on his way because my VA doctor called him. The Dr. said it was my gall bladder and he said he was going to try to do my surgery the next day in the morning, but if he could get the crew together he wanted he’d do it at midnight. At the time he told me this, it was approx. 4:30 pm.
He kept coming in and asking me if my husband had gotten there yet. I said no. Finally at 5:45 pm, my husband arrived and my Dr. came in and asked if it was my husband. I introduced the Dr. to my husband, they shook hands and the Dr. said kiss her good-bye we are going in now to take her gall bladder out.
That was a far cry from midnight or early in the morning. He explained to my husband that it was a 45 min. surgery and I’d be in recovery about that long and if I did well, I could go home the next morning and he said if my gall bladder wasn’t inflamed he was going to use laser.
While on the operating table, both my lungs collapsed, my gall bladder was gangrene, and ruptured and dead. I also got pleurisy and pneumonia in both lungs. When the surgery was over, the Doctor told my husband I was not going to make it. I had to go on life support for a few days, then when I wasn’t doing much better, they went ahead and took me off. They never even bothered to put me in ICU.
By the grace of God, I lived and I got out of the hospital 8 days later. The Lord has been good to me. That was not my first miracle for myself. My first miracle happened years before, in 1976 I had a head-on collision going 60 mph.
I lived and had a broken neck, but didn’t know my neck had been broken until over 20 plus years later. I knew I was hurt at the time, but there was no technology to see a hairline fracture in 1976, like there is today. My head bobbed like the little dogs that people have in their cars.
I praise God for both those miracles and for the one I just got. And the most recent miracle came just a month ago. There were 2 nodules found on my left lung that the doctor thought was suspicious. The “C” word was never used. I went into the hospital on Aug 16, and had the surgery to remove those nodules that day. I had to go on life support because it was my lungs they were operating on and the ventilator helped me breathe until I could do it on my own.
I got through the surgery just fine and the nodules were benign, praise the Lord!!! I did alright for a couple of days off the life support. But, after that, I couldn’t breathe right and I had a fever of 104, they packed me in ice and I caught sepsis and also pneumonia and was put on life support again.
I saw angels in my room, 3 on the right side and 1 on the left side of my room, and I saw white angels guarding the gates of Heaven and I saw the most beautiful white light coming out of the top of the gates that these huge angels were guarding.
It was a gut wrenching experience because God allowed me to live and He also allowed me a glimpse of glory. It was so amazing that the first week I tried to talk about it, I couldn’t do it without crying and sobbing my heart out.
The doctors gave me a 50-50 chance. Because of the Lord and His love for me, His child, I lived. I love the Lord with all my heart and soul. I was in the hospital for about 16 days with 14 of them in ICU. I give all the glory to the Lord for loving me enough to let me live through all these things.
I also praise Him for allowing me to have angels to watch over me and protect me and I am so blessed to be able to see a glimpse of Heaven. God is truly wonderful and loving and kind. Most of all, He is real, very real and I was on lots of prayer lists and I feel like every prayer that went up for me is why I am here today recuperating.
These three miracle stories were submitted by “L.C.” in MS
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It was a beautiful autumn day, September 26, 2006, to be exact. Usually that time of year is still very hot in Houston, Texas, but not this particular day. The sky was Colorado blue and the temperature was in the upper 70’s with no humidity. That in itself was a miracle if you know anything about Houston weather!
It was my mother’s birthday and I was on my way to visit her gravesite. My mother had been with the Lord for about a year and a half by this time. About 2 weeks prior to her birthday, I found myself in the midst of major grief and depression.
I knew where my mother was for she loved the Lord Jesus with all of her heart. She taught all 10 of my brothers and sisters about the saving grace of Jesus. Still, my soul was heavy laden with sadness and I would cry at the drop of a match.
I drove myself to the cemetery and walked toward the grave and the bench we had placed nearby. I began to pray to God and thanked Him for the precious mother that He gave to me. I also asked the Father to give my mom a message for me. I asked Him if He would please tell my mother thank you for me and to tell her how much I love her and miss her. I also asked Him to give my mom and big birthday hug and kiss for me!
I was still very weepy and sad so I began to sing some hymns of praise and worship. I surely thought that putting a song in my heart and on my lips would lift me out of my despair but it did not.
It was almost time for me to pick my son up from school. I had been at the cemetery for about 1 1/2 hrs. singing and praying the entire time. As I walked back toward my car, I was just as sad as when I got there. I said to the Lord, “Please God, take this burden from me and replace it with your joy. Where I have sadness, give me happiness. Where I have brokenness, please give me your healing. I thank you, Father, for receiving my mother into Your Kingdom and I look forward to being with all of you. Please God, I cast this care upon you and ask You to handle it for me because it is much too overwhelming for me.”
As I prayed and made my requests known, I felt as if a huge, very heavy cloak was lifted off of my shoulders. The sensation was so real that I stopped in my tracks and turned around to look, fully expecting to see a this big, kingly cloak laying on the ground. I remember chuckling out loud and saying, “Thank you, God.”
Before I reached my car, two more “cloaks” were lifted off of my shoulders. I can honestly say that although I miss my sweet mother tremendously, it is well with my soul. I have not had another hard cry since that day. On my mother’s birthday, the Lord gave me a gift. It was the gift of grace from El Shaddai -the All Sufficient God!
This miracle story was submitted by “R.D.W.” in TX.
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On January 15, 2007 I had a hysterectomy at Loyola Medical Center in Maywood, IL. The hysterectomy was very successful. The doctor who performed the procedure is a top gynecologist at the hospital.
Just before I was getting ready to be discharged my gynecologist wanted me to have a cat scan of my lungs. He did not like the way I breathing. As I was laying flat on the table I vomited. The vomit burned my lungs. I was in ICU for six weeks.
During those six weeks I was put into a paralyzed state because everything that was keeping me alive was also making me feel very uncomfortable. During those six weeks my kidneys shut down. I was also on dialysis for one week.
At one point the doctors gathered my family around and told them that I might not make it. At the end of six weeks I beat all odds and DID make it. The power of prayer really works! So many people were praying for me.
At the end of six weeks I went to RML Specialty Hospital in Hinsedale, IL to be weaned off of everything that was keeping me alive. By March 17th I was beginning to finally know what was going on around me. Up until then, I just remembered my niece coming to pick up my Mom after my hysterectomy.
I stayed at RML Specialty Hospital for four weeks. After being in bed for ten weeks I had to go to a nursing home/rehab to build up my strength again. I was in the nursing home/rehab for three months. I am home now walking with a walker. I truly believe the power of prayer is why I am here today!
This miracle story was submitted by “D.K.” from IL.