Tag: God hears prayers
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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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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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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I would like to share my story as a testimony to God’s miracles, and to the power of prayer.
My husband and I were expecting our fourth child. I had a normal pregnancy up until about 31 weeks when the doctors noticed there was a problem in the baby’s growth; he was only in the 10th percentile for his gestational age. Because of this, the doctors began monitoring me more closely, doing non-stress tests and ultrasounds twice a week.
At 34 weeks, they noticed that I had excessive fluid around the baby, that the baby’s limbs were alot shorter than they should be, and that the baby appeared to have a “double-bubble” stomach. My doctors here in southeastern New Mexico decided to send me to a maternal fetal medicine specialist in Odessa, Tx (about 80 miles away).
In Odessa, Dr. B____ performed another ultrasound. He confirmed the problems that the doctors at home had stated, but he was able to give these problems a name. The “double-bubble” in the baby’s stomach was a condition called duodenal atresia, where the tube leading from the stomach to the small intestine is not present, or is blocked. Because he wasn’t able to pass any of the fluid, the baby’s stomach and kidneys were bloated beyond normal.
As long as the baby was in the womb, the doctor assured me he was fine and not in any pain, but that he would need surgery to correct the duodenal atresia shortly after birth. Because the baby had this condition, shortened arms and legs, and the fact that I has so much fluid surrounding him, Dr. B_____ also informed me that there was a great possibility that the baby would be born with Down’s Syndrome. Because of all of these complications, the doctor wanted to send me to Dallas, TX (about 400 miles from home) to deliver in order to be close to some of the best NICU departments and children surgeons in the world.
Of course, my husband and I were devastated. We were worried about the life expectancy of our child, and about the things that he might not be able to do if he was born with Down’s. However, although we both felt like having a child with Down’s syndrome would be a challenge, we knew that it would be so rewarding and that we could give him the best life possible. We weren’t really upset about Down’s syndrome, we were terrified of the surgery and the recovery. Plus, we had three school-age children that we would have to leave at home with family while we were gone to Dallas.
I had almost a week to get ready to go to Dallas, so I prepared my kids at home, my kids at school (I was a sixth grade teacher), and we tried to prepare ourselves. We called all of our family, and we were put on prayer lists around the country. My husband, children, and I prayed every night at the dinner table like we always did, but we really focused on praying for our unborn baby. I cried alot, but I knew God would help us through — he always has before.
We went to Dallas when I was 36 weeks pregnant, met with Dr. M____ (Maternal fetal medicine), and the surgeons at Children’s Medical Center. Dr. M____ did another ultrasound and confirmed Dr. B_____’s findings. The day after we arrived, they induced my labor. After three days, still no baby, not even close.
In the meantime, everyone continued to pray for us. We missed our kids, they missed us, and we were worried about the new baby. However, God heard the prayers of our friends and family, and even though the circumstances were trying, God gave us a peace that I cannot explain in words. We just knew everything was going to work out, and we continued to pray.
After the third day of labor, the doctors let me go back to the motel for the weekend and they said we would try again on Monday. Monday morning we went back in to be induced, I didn’t progress, and they finally took the baby by c-section.
My little J. S. R. was born January 24, 2005 and weighed 4lbs 14oz, and appeared to be doing well. Almost immediately after birth, we were told that he did not have Down’s Syndrome. That night, the nurses in the NICU gave him a bottle, and low and behold the next morning he pooped! He was never supposed to be able to do that until after surgery because his intestines weren’t attached to his stomach. My husband and I have never been gladder for a dirty diaper!
They transferred the baby to Children’s Medical Center to run tests to see what happened. They ran X-rays, upper GIs, lower GIs, did blood work, you name it. After four days of extensive testing, they finally told us — not only did J. not have Down’s, they could not find any evidence of the duodenal atresia. Our little boy was small, but perfectly healthy.
We came home after being in Dallas for two weeks. All the doctors apologized for their “mistakes”, but I told each and every one of them, “I don’t believe that the four doctors at home, the doctor in Odessa and the doctor in Dallas all mistaked his diagnosis — God healed him.” I believe that God wasn’t finished with J. the first day they induced my labor, that’s why I was in labor for three days without moving close to delivery. God was still working on him, healing him, and He wasn’t ready for J. to be born yet!
I know without a doubt that God healed my son, that He heard all of those wonderful people that remembered us in their prayers. I want everyone to know that God makes miracles happen every day, and that He does hear prayers. He can give you a feeling of peace when your world is falling apart. God is awesome! I feel extremely blessed not only to have a healthy son, but also to have experienced first-hand one of God’s miracles.
The baby is now 14 months old, and although he is slightly behind on some of his gross motor skills, he is doing wonderfully!
This miracle story was submitted by “K.R.” from New Mexico.