Eight years ago, my oldest child Clinton went to church camp when he was 9. At the time, I was diagnosed with a very large cyst deeply embedded in my left wrist. It was very painful and left me with minimal mobility in that hand. I was scheduled to have it surgically removed. In the mean time, I had to wear a brace on my arm to immobilize my wrist and hand.

As my son went on the bus for camp, he told me, “Mom, I will pray for God to heal your wrist!” The first night at camp all of the children attended a prayer and praise meeting. I had no way of knowing the huge faith my son had when he attended the meeting. The next morning when I woke up I no longer had a cyst on my wrist and I had full movement of my wrist and hand! I took off the brace and the sling and threw them away! I knew that a small child with huge faith had prayed to a BIG God for his mom and his prayer was heard. I was healed! When Clinton returned home his first question to me was “Mom, I prayed for you, did God heal your wrist?” I enthusiastically said, “YES HE DID!” – from D.C.

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When I was 12 years old, my family vacationed one summer in Sheboygan Wisconsin at a popular Wisconsin State Park – Kohler Andrae. We had camped there numerous times before, so I knew all of the best places to have fun. On this particular trip, we brought the son of some family friends, a boy 2 years my junior. One day he and I decided to visit the dunes to do some exploring. Encountering a particular sand dune with a flat, cliff-like face, we decided to dig a tunnel in its side. It didn’t occur to us at the time that we were digging under 20 feet (and several tons) of sand above. After some time and considerable effort, we had dug a tunnel the entire length of my body.

I was inside digging, pushing the sand out to my comrade, who excavated it from the mouth of the tunnel. Enjoying our time of adventure, without any warning, I felt someone grab my ankles tightly, and pull me out of the tunnel with great force – such force, in fact, that my body had been flung ten feet away from the mouth of the tunnel! The very instant my head cleared the mouth, the sand came crashing down with such force that it literally shook the earth! My young apprentice sat there, drop-jawed and in disbelief, for he later recounted that I shot out of that tunnel just like the man shot out of the cannot at the circus! I can only surmise that it was God, to whom I had just committed my life in love and faith, Who had commissioned an angel to save me from certain death. – KNM

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My wife and I borrowed my parent’s camper for a week of “fun in the sun,” on the sandy beaches of Holland, Michigan. Upon arriving at our campsite, I was distressed to find that the ground was extremely hilly, and I instantly knew that trying to level out the camper would be a chore. After disconnecting the hitch from the car, I began the arduous process of turning the crank in an effort to level out the camper – after all, my wife and I didn’t want to be rolling out of bed each night. As I turned the crank, my eyes were glued onto the level on the camper’s side – unwittingly ignoring altogether the jack. Then it happened – “CRASH!” The jack broke, and the tongue of the hitch propelled by the immense weight of the camper fell onto my unshod foot. Instinct told me to yank my foot out, whereupon I severed all of my muscles, tendons, veins and arteries, not to mention breaking all of the bones in my foot!

Upon arriving at the hospital, as I was being wheeled out of the ambulance, a nurse told me that a nationally-known Orthopedic Surgeon was vacationing nearby, and that very day had called the hospital and asked to be informed if there were any “interesting” cases. I suppose I fit the bill. This kind gentleman told me, pre-surgery, that he would do his best to repair my foot, however I should be ready for the worst-case-scenario, meaning, I might loose my foot.When I awoke I found my heavily bandaged foot still attached! Hooray! The diagnosis, however, would not be as promising. The surgeon informed me that, due to the extreme damage to the entire structure of my foot, walking would forever be a chore, and running would be out of the question.

My wife and I committed, at that very moment, to pray, trusting God to do a miracle. What should have been 6 to 9 months in a cast turned out to be only 3! My local orthopedist seemed amazed at the rapid rate of healing, not to mention that ligaments, tendons, muscles, and bones seemed to be “almost miraculously” mending, ultimately resulting in no loss of movement, no lingering pain, and no trouble walking or running! All that remains as a reminder of God’s miraculous touch is a large scar, and a grateful heart!!! – KNM

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Before I said yes to Jesus I was a foul-mouthed, lying, lust-driven, greedy, manipulative, gossipy, materialistic, two-faced tom-boy brat who stole things from friends and loved ones and hated to share. I was a night owl; aspired to be a vampire for years and hated going to bed at night – both because I wanted to stay up late and avoid the dreaded nightmares. I also loved gritty hard rock, heavy metal, and horror movies. I walked around in constant fear that I was going to be robbed, stabbed, hijacked, murdered, raped, blown-up, shot, or abandoned by loved ones and I even developed a mild anxiety disorder and had panic attacks on and off, as well as gastro-intestinal problems. I struggled with pride and loved to analyze the faults of others but rejected the possibility of anyone confronting mine. If they did, I would lie and turn it around to make it seem like it was their fault. I was always right and could do no wrong. I was a perfectionist.

After I said yes to Jesus He came into my life and really cleaned house! I now love to encourage others, share, cook for others, rarely curse, crave honesty and truth, despise lying, give lots of affection to those I love, say I love you to those I love on a consistent basis, and am more patient with life in general. I can’t watch horror movies anymore and now recognize the dangers of heavy metal, death metal, and hard rock. I also have been healed of my addictive lifestyle habits – lying, stealing, pornography, lust-driven behaviors, smoking, etc. I have only female friends now and some of them I am very close to and feel honored to share their friendship. I sleep peaceful at night and go to bed between 8:30 and 9:00pm, get sick less, and can’t remember the last time I had a nightmare. I am still married to my wonderful husband, and together we have been blessed with four kids, a house, a car that runs great, good health, and enough money to pay the bills every month. Today I can gladly accept that I am far from perfect and can give myself and others grace for mistakes…most of the time. Me and Jesus are still working on that one.
B.O.

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I was working as a secretary in a one-person office. I had been there only 9 months, when I had a sudden urgency to give my notice to end my employment after one week. I didn’t have another job to go to, I had never quit a job without having another to replace it, but the urgency was undeniable, and I followed my heart. I gave my notice, they hired my replacement right away and I was gone in a week. One week to the day after I left, the person who replaced me was murdered in the office in the middle of the afternoon. I can only wonder what would have happened if God had not given me the desire and urgency to quit, and had I not heeded that, perhaps I would have been the one killed that day.
L.S.