When, on June 30th, I left home for the month-long trip out and about to the Northwest, I was hoping I'd enjoy my time in Casper, WY. Never been there before. My grandson, Dyllon, was with me, sharing the driving during that 600 miles. I had a motel reservation already. Hoped it would be good. [It was.]
There was a man who sat aside in a small eating area. The clerk was sitting with him often and another lady, occasionally. When I was walking past, to turn down our hallway, I always saw him there, looking quite tired. But obviously cared for.
The next morning, when we were loading the car to leave, I saw him sitting there, and felt the Lord tapping me on the shoulder to greet him.
He told me his story. Joe had been at the motel for two months since he'd had his "blind" eyes in surgery; now his eyes were better, but he was going to see the doctor regularly until the healing was totally in place. He would be returning to another Wyoming area, but not real soon. We talked for just a few minutes. He did indicate that he is worried about how our country is moving along, allowing too much sinfulness to be accepted. I told him I certainly understood. He said he is a Catholic and looks forward to going to church.
I asked if I could pray for him. He said, "YES!" So, I just held his hands and prayed for his health and to strengthen his heart for the Lord. Then I asked if I could take his picture. He was very pleased. Then I asked his age. Joe is 83 years old. And a blessing for others and being blessed. This is a truly good thing.
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I was extremely frustrated the next day when my computer died. I wanted to enter his photo, write this story, and share it, especially since it was my officially first time to be on the trip and having ministry pour from my heart and wanted to share it with all of you and encourage you. Couldn't. Almost cried.
I got home today and Dave "computerized" all my photos ... he had made a computer for me from his piles of pieces he has ... and now I'm back to normal. Whew! Now we are in each other's lives again. Nice to see you; have missed you MUCH!! When I finish reorganizing my life now, I want to read and read and read some more.
FYI -- these occurred nearly spontaneously.
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Miracle “A” --
My son, Steve, began his life miraculously prior to and during his birth. I was the miracle-forcing person, then, fighting the “authorities”, but truly scared beyond belief. However, it’s certainly not the same as this next God-giving story.
We lived in Redwood City, California. Through our Heavenly Father’s intervention, [very serious stuff going on], I left my husband, my kids’ dad. Renae was 4 years old and Steve was 16 months. A financial gift, from a Christian sister in our neighborhood, paid for the airplane tickets. On May 24, 1974, we flew to Omaha to stay with Susie and her family. We had been invited a few weeks earlier; she had felt the Lord tap her to write me. I had no idea, when that wonderful letter had arrived, that this would come to pass, if for no other reason than absolute poverty.
Steve had very serious allergies -- all wheat and dairy products. I could hardly afford ordinary food, let alone specialties necessary for his health. When arriving here, Susie and her husband blessed us by purchasing what Steve needed and avoiding what he didn’t.
He was better, but not perfect. Scrawny and skinny. Cried nearly every night and did not sleep well. Had never slept well, which made it tough for his mom, believe me.
In August, Susie was visiting her family in Minnesota. Her husband and I were at home. One morning, the phone rang. A friend from church was heading downtown to attend a worship and prayer convention. She told me she would be in our area in about 20 minutes and if I wanted to go and could be ready by then, she would pick me up.
I DID want to go, believe me. A teen from down the street agreed to watch my kids and Susie's son. I grabbed a can of soup out of the cupboard and set it aside for lunch. Left with a carload of ladies.
After a long time of worshipful music, praising and praying, the morning speaker stepped forward. Before his preaching began, he said this would be the prayer time for healing. He told us offering plates would be passed and we could put in notes re: physical needs.
While he was giving instruction, suddenly I panicked. I remembered the soup can I had grabbed without reading the ingredients ... it was vegetable alphabet soup. The alphabet portion was wheat.
During my agitation, trying to figure out what I should do, the Lord spoke to me so clearly. He said, “Put a note in the plate so they will pray.”
I grabbed a pencil and quickly wrote blunt info. Basically: boy, 19 mos., allergic to wheat and dairy. When finishing, I was able to toss it in right on time.
When the piles of notes were delivered to the front of the convention center, the speaker stacked them up and laid hands on them and prayed. When he finished, I knew Steve was healed. My heart was totally assured.
By the time I reached home he had, of course, eaten soup. Almost immediately, I gave him ice cream. In the next couple days he had macaroni and cheese, which became one of his favorite foods, and French toast and pancakes and, and, and....
He had absolutely no negative reactions. And it was wonderful, of course...
... until I panicked again. I thought, “It could still hit him. He might be vomiting and screaming at night and it will be my fault.”
Do you know God is BIGGER? My knee-jerk reaction was a “mom” thing. And the Lord didn’t change this to slap my hand for not trusting Him entirely. He’s most certainly very kind!
Steve continued to eat and eat some more. In a few days, he started sleeping, not crying, his stomach pain reduced significantly, and his skinniness was swept away.
I rejoiced ... AGAIN!!!
How is Steve today? Well, at 39 he eats what he wants, when he wants it.
As one song says: “God is GOOD all the time.” Yep, I agree!
NOW -- Miracle “B” --
In August, shortly before the convention, because of his eating dilemma, he was diagnosed with iron deficiency. They would begin the medication in September.
A couple weeks after the allergy healing, he was given another blood test. Suddenly, the nurse came out, stunned. She asked what had happened? I asked what she meant. She said his iron level had increased well into the normal range and it couldn’t possibly have occurred so quickly. So, again, she asked, “What happened?!” I told her that he had been prayed for about his allergies. I had no idea that not only his eating sources changed, but also his blood iron level. Hadn’t even thought of it.
But, I rejoiced ... AGAIN!!! [As did Susie’s family, our church, and many others.] This time because it was not only a total surprise, and not even slightly anticipated, but, medically speaking, an even more important healing.
The word “HALLELUJAH!!” truly means a lot to me!!!
