Have you ever witnessed a Miracle? I have, more than once. Post it here, if so. I'll start...

Years ago, myself, 2 friends, & our girlfriends went to Gladewater on Pentecost to check out a bud who was starting a Ministry at his place.

Not a group of religious stuff-shirts, were we...
& neither was the guy starting the Ministry (Bro. Ben).

I was in a Metal band, w/ almost waist-length hair, & everyone else was similar.

When we arrived, the girls stayed up by the main bldg to have a look around while us guys went down to the lake (lakeside property,) to fire up the grill.

We hadn't been there for 10 minutes, when a scream came from up the hill where the girls were.

Amy, my bud Joe's soon-to-be wife was the one who had screamed, & when we ran up the hill, we found her holding Christopher, their son, & frantically brushing dozens & dozens of fire-ants off of him.

Christopher was 2 at the time, and deathly allergic to ants & bees. One bite would cause huge swelling & a feverish/allergic-type reaction on a normal day... & he'd stepped right out of the car & into the middle of a fire-ant hill, & had dozens of bites all over him.

By the time we reached them (45 seconds?) Christopher had stopped crying.

He began to have trouble breathing.

Large amounts of fluid started coming from his mouth & nose every time he'd exhale, his breathing sped up terribly, he turned white as a sheet (except the bites, which were already nickel/dime size & red), started sweating & began to visibly stiffen.

I'm telling you, I saw his eyes start to glaze over.

What was happening is that he was going into Anaphylactic Shock.

This baby was dying right before our eyes & there was nothing WE could do, since we were at least 20 miles from the nearest Hospital & the changes I describe happened to him in just a couple of minutes.

It was the WORST thing that could've happened... and calling 911 wasn't even an option.

We ran him inside, stripped him to his underwear (frantic ant search), laid him on the floor & without thinking about it, the four of us (Joe, Ben, Russell, & me) laid our hands on him & began to pray.

Rick stayed outside with the girls, who were all trying to calm Amy.

He was stiff as a board, cold, breathing VERY shallowly & quickly, & staring blankly at the ceiling... at nothing.

Within 30 or so seconds (who knows? It was intense) We watched a LINE, literally a LINE, appear at his feet & begin to move slowly up his body towards his head.

Before the line was dying child, covered in huge red welts...

Behind the line was coloring skin, & disappearing welts...

When the line reached the top of his head, he suddenly jumped up, ran over to the bookshelf, & began pulling books off the shelf... just like a normal 2 yr old.

A fire-ant bite usually showed on this kid for DAYS... red swollen, & irritated... sometimes a single bite would sicken him.

But within 30/45 minutes, the welts had reduced to small pimple-like marks, & were gone almost completely by the following morning.

Instantly & completely healed.

No adverse effects.

I promise this is true.

Needless to say, we left immediately, despite what we'd seen happen, because his parents wanted to get him to a doctor.

We stopped to get gas on the way back & Joe said to me:

"Man, when we were Praying, did you hear Bro. Ben speaking in tongues?"

"It wasn't like when you hear guys on TV do it... fake sounding, it was like music... like a language."

I told him that Ben had done no such thing (none of us did or do), and I knew this, since Ben & I were shoulder-to-shoulder throughout the entire event.

He said "Yes he was!" "It was the loudest thing in the room!"

To convince him, I called Russell, who confirmed what I told him.

I looked at him & (goosebumps here) said "You are the only person I've ever known who heard the VOICE of the Holy Spirit pleading before the Throne for the life of your child.

He could hear it, because he was Christopher's dad, & was frantic for the life of his son.

The doctor gave Christopher some Benadryl, since he couldn't find anything really wrong.

That's one.

My girlfriend and I went for a nighttime walk. We were a good mile from my place.

I started complaining about my lack of financial success. Almost immediately I stepped into an indentation in the grass and sprained my ankle badly. Far from home, my first thought was there was no way I'd be able to get back home.

MY girlfriend put her hand on my shoulder and said, "You can stand on your own two feet."

Within two seconds my ankle returned to normal, so we continued our walk on a beautiful night. I stopped complaining!

There have been many more miracles.

When I was younger--
My miracle comes from a period of about 20 days when my world fell apart.

First I lost my night job--someone accused me of something I was innocent of. (I was with my kids all day and worked part of the night so I could be a full-time mom.

Then, My husband ran off with another woman.

Before he left, he took the rent money that I had saved from my tips. Because of this, I couldn't pay the rent because it was behind and though my husband had promised he would pay the rent, he ran off instead. The result is that I was told to leave.

I was packing my stuff (10 days to get out) when I came down with strep throat. Went to the clinic, they gave me a test to confirm strep throat but I couldn't afford the medicine so I suffered. (Different than how things are now).

I finally gave my last $35 dollars to a man with a truck so he could take my belongings to a storage place until I could find a place to stay.

I called my mom and asked if I could spend three nights at her house that I would be paid the from the job I had lost and promised to leave in three days when I got the money--but she told me that she wasn't going to let her new husband think that she would allow her grown kids to come home.

There were some other harsh things that happened, but this is already too long.


Finally, I put my three young kids in the car and wandered down the highway with my kids in the backseat and two suitcases in the trunk of the car trying to figure out what to do and not knowing where to go.

About a mile from a turn-off leading into a small Kansas town, the car broke down on the side of the highway. The old car wouldn't turn over. (It was an old, beater car that broke down and wouldn't go at times).

The kids were crying and hungry. After trying over and over to get the car going, I finally laid my head down on the steering wheel and cried out to the Lord.
I remember praying something like, "Lord, you promised that you would never tempt us above what we are able. I have no home, no money, no husband, and no parents, no friends. All I have are my three kids. Please don't let anything happen to them. They are all I have. Please God, help me."

I reached down and tried the key once more and the car turned on. I drove into that little town and pulled into a little real estate place on the tiny main street. I looked at the car clock. It was 3 minutes until 5 o'clock and the place closed at
5:00. I told the kids to stay in the car and ran inside. The lady was getting ready to leave but she left me talk. I told her I would have money in three days and I promised I was good for the money. I asked (begged) was there any place I could rent.

She stood there for a moment, then she smiled. She said that yes, she did have a small place and she would trust me to pay her in three days. She drove me to a small, dirty little place--but it did not matter because that night me and my kids had a place to sleep.

The Lord is good. He blessed me with a miracle when I needed it most and He had shown his mercy over and over in my life. It is true that we grow and learn peace from such experiences.

~~~ wipes away tears of love~~~

I believe it.

Benny Hinn speaks in tongues, when you play it backwards it says, Im Rich Bitch!!!!

Amazing!

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