Pro-life. It's a term that's used to describe people on one side A of a hot topic issue war here in the US. But, isn't everyone really "pro-life" in one sense or another? I would imagine that many people you speak to who label themselves "pro-choice" would be "pro-life" when it comes to wars or the capital punishment, or children starving in third world countries. So, how is it that a baby's location suddenly changes it's life-value? Somehow, it's not "viable"? It's a monstrous case of "out of sight, out of mind". I hope this documentary brings the issue screaming into the forefront of your mind. I hope you see the difference that YOU can make. I hope that inside, you are truly pro LIFE.
Showing posts with label Miracles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miracles. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Remembering David Wilkerson
As you may have read () Bro. David Wilkerson left this world yesterday after a fatal car crash. I simply said to my husband, "I pray that the TRUE Gospel be heard more and more through the attention garnered by his death. May we all hold up the standard of truth as boldly as Bro. Wilkerson, following after the pattern of our Lord Jesus Christ."
Please watch the following video and lift up THE standard of truth, the Word of God.
Please watch the following video and lift up THE standard of truth, the Word of God.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
A Walking Miracle The Finale
If you haven't read parts one through five, please be sure to scroll down and read them first. Here is the sixth and final installment of my husband's miracle testimony to the merciful, healing power of our God.
Many things happened in the four months that followed. As I said before, I started exercising in bed, which led to learning to sit up as more of my body began to move. I remember it being the most exhausting experience just to sit upright on the edge of my bed. I later moved from the ICU into the next phase which was full on rehabilitation. I can tell you frankly, that it was much easier being debilitated than rehabilitated. Everyone warned me about it. Telling me to get ready for boot camp. But I thank God for every grueling moment, believe me. It was a huge obstacle getting beyond the ventilator above all else. It took me two and a half months before I was able to breathe completely free of it and it really sapped a lot of my stamina. But, after that was over I was able to move more rapidly to walking with less assistance, and believe it or not, within four months of my injury I was ready to be released. Don't misunderstand me; I was still severely handicapped and not able to care for myself, but by the power and great mercy of God I was now being referred to as a walking miracle. I was completely wheelchair-free and walking with the simple aid of a single-tip cane. I went on to outpatient therapy and soon was able to walk without the cane. I later moved on to higher resistance training and weight lifting etc. As time passes I continue to enhance my abilities, and it's an honor to testify to the saving power of Christ Jesus!
My goal in this writing is to encourage people to receive hope in any situation no matter how impossible it may look, and then beyond that, to establish an unshakable faith that will be able to hook up to the power source of the Almighty. That power is the same yesterday, today and forever. It comes from a savior who is full of mercy and ready to forgive if we are humble enough to sincerely submit our lives to Him
You can hear my precious husband teach more of the truth of God's Word by clicking the link at the top right corner of my blog. Or, just click here.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A Walking Miracle Part Five
If you haven't read parts one through four, please be sure to scroll down and read them first. Here is part five of my husband's miracle testimony to the merciful, healing power of our God.
One day as I woke from my sleep my mom told me that she saw my legs move slightly. I looked down, and as I was in the habit of doing, I would will them to move. I say will them to move because I had little or no sensation at the time so that's all I could do. But this time they moved! Oh, just barely, but they moved. You see my mom and I had been listening to those tapes and being taught that you must believe you have received the answer to your prayer before you see it. Hebrews 11:1 says, Faith is the evidence of things unseen. We learned to give praise and worship to God for the sacrifice that took place 2,000 years ago to bear this burden. I can still remember her lifting my lifeless arms in her hands and waving our hands together in praise to God. Sometimes you have to be willing to do something that seems totally radical and completely irrational because at all cost you must believe! When this manifestation finally took place, none of the caregivers were willing to believe it at first. They thought they would have to break the news to us that it was just a muscle spasm. When they found out I could actually move my legs on command, it was like pandemonium in the ICU. People were running in and out of my room shouting, "Oh my God!" I wished I could've spoken at the time. I would've exclaimed, "Exactly! He's the one behind all of this!" From that time my room continued to be filled with more people each consecutive day when the doctors would make their rounds. I remember the head of staff standing over my bed looking down at me. I wish I had a picture of the expression on his face. I remember people smiling and shaking their heads in amazement and saying things like, "I guess you were right about those prayers". But this man's expression was different. It looked as if he was standing over someone who was raised from the dead or something. As if he'd seen a ghost you might say. With this solemn look of fear on his face, he stared down at me and simply said, "Jeremy, we just don't see this." As the days continued, my movement progressed. I was able to start exercising my legs in bed. I remember it seemed like sheer torture to go through the process at times. Nobody could advise me concerning the experience with any real accuracy if they had never seen such a recovery.
One day as I woke from my sleep my mom told me that she saw my legs move slightly. I looked down, and as I was in the habit of doing, I would will them to move. I say will them to move because I had little or no sensation at the time so that's all I could do. But this time they moved! Oh, just barely, but they moved. You see my mom and I had been listening to those tapes and being taught that you must believe you have received the answer to your prayer before you see it. Hebrews 11:1 says, Faith is the evidence of things unseen. We learned to give praise and worship to God for the sacrifice that took place 2,000 years ago to bear this burden. I can still remember her lifting my lifeless arms in her hands and waving our hands together in praise to God. Sometimes you have to be willing to do something that seems totally radical and completely irrational because at all cost you must believe! When this manifestation finally took place, none of the caregivers were willing to believe it at first. They thought they would have to break the news to us that it was just a muscle spasm. When they found out I could actually move my legs on command, it was like pandemonium in the ICU. People were running in and out of my room shouting, "Oh my God!" I wished I could've spoken at the time. I would've exclaimed, "Exactly! He's the one behind all of this!" From that time my room continued to be filled with more people each consecutive day when the doctors would make their rounds. I remember the head of staff standing over my bed looking down at me. I wish I had a picture of the expression on his face. I remember people smiling and shaking their heads in amazement and saying things like, "I guess you were right about those prayers". But this man's expression was different. It looked as if he was standing over someone who was raised from the dead or something. As if he'd seen a ghost you might say. With this solemn look of fear on his face, he stared down at me and simply said, "Jeremy, we just don't see this." As the days continued, my movement progressed. I was able to start exercising my legs in bed. I remember it seemed like sheer torture to go through the process at times. Nobody could advise me concerning the experience with any real accuracy if they had never seen such a recovery.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Breaking In
I'm breaking in on my series of posts about my husband's miracle testimony to bring you this video. I received this today from our local Right to Life association. This young lady's conviction is contagious. Stand up for the miracle of life, no matter who is testifying for it.
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