Miracles

Prayer Changes Things

Glen Nathan is grateful he is alive to see his youngest daughter graduate. She was the one he had called when he heard the difficult news that he had cancer. His faith gave him strength, but he dreaded telling his children. Glen wasn’t surprised when she took the news pretty badly.

Ready to move forward though he underwent surgery and all the cancer was removed. But, three days later, his doctor noticed a warning sign that again gave him concern. His kidneys were shutting down. In the short time before the nurses wheeled him up to the operating room, he only had time to call one person and ask for special prayer.

Read more: Cancer Healed

I was 19 at the time, I’m 53 now. My buddy and I were out drinking one night and, to be honest, we got very drunk. He was driving a 1958 Ford. We got into three wrecks that night.

First, he was going to fast to make the curve of a street. We went off the road and hit the corner of a house. We quickly got back on the road and drove away.

Twenty miles later, he missed another corner and we hit a big oak tree with the back fender of the drivers’ side. We took off again traveling upwards of 120mph. I looked ahead and saw another corner coming and warned my friend he would never make it.

Read more: The Unexplained

A Great Grandmother's Story

We call little Amy our five year old “Miracle Child.” Last April, on a Monday evening she went into the bathroom to find her mother.

“Mommie, on Saturday I prayed to Jesus that He would heal my eyes, so I’m standing on faith that my eyes are healed and I don’t need my glasses any more,” she said handing her glasses to her mother.

Amy’s mother took the glasses her little girl had been wearing since she was fifteen months old.

Amy’s mother and father had been praying also, along with the elders in their church, for Amy’s healing.

Read more: Vision Restored

Ed, a writer, tells his story of something unseen:

It was a summer day with skies almost cobalt. In parts of New England, homes are constructed with the front of the building on the edge of the road, without the benefit of sidewalks. The house I grew up in was one of those houses. It had a front step, and then the road.

I was five years old with hair so blonde it was almost transparent. My favorite playground was the vacant field across the street that my father had made into a baseball diamond for me. This was not a tiny diamond to fit the size of a boy, but a full size major league one. I didn’t own a bat or a Glove, but I had a ball that was smaller than a regulation baseball made of soft red rubber.

Read more: Saved By An Angel

Safe In A Storm

Larry told his pastor a story of when a tornado was quickly moving towards his home in Kansas. He had heard the best place to hide is in the bathtub. But, not being totally convinced of this, he prayed to God for help. He very clearly heard the Lord impress upon him to “Get in the closet and close the door.” So he did. After the tornado had passed the man opened the closet door and found that the only thing left in his house was the closet he had been in. Even the bathtub was gone. He was bragging prayer works.

L. in Kansas

"He dropped an even bigger bomshell and added that Matt had only one, maybe two, months at the most to live."

Read more: Matt's Tumor...Healed