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My leg hurt so badly from pinched nerves that my stomach hurt. I asked another believer for prayer and I was instantly healed and continue to be healed. Thanks for sharing this, Tricia, Walkertown, NC

Lillian got healed!
Last night at Shane's place, Lillian came up to me and told me that her side was hurting. She showed me where and said that everytime she put pressure there it was painful. So I had her put her hand where the pain was and then I laid my hand on top. We prayed and told the pain that it needed to leave her body in the name of Jesus Christ. When we were done I told her to press on her side. When she did, she turned to me and her eyes got really big. She then proceeded to raise her voice to say that it "dudn't hurt"! :) She immedietly ran into the other room looking for Shane and said "Daddy, Daddy...We prayed and it doesn't hurt. We prayed and it doesn't hurt".

This is a video I took a few minutes afterwards. :)

Child like believing at it's best! God is good...ALWAYS!

Love ya'll,
S

My Testimony of God’s Guiding Light
by Jai Murphy-Hennessey on Friday, 10 June 2011 at 11:03

This Friday, 20th May 2011, I enter hospital in order to have an 8 hour operation to remove a cancerous tumour at the entrance to my stomach situated in my Oesophagus. The "thing" has remained situated in that same position and has not spread, and the surgical team are confident that they can remove it, completely.

As I am.

On first contact with the team, I informed them that I had handed them all over into the protective and all knowing guidance and council of Father during the time I will be in their hands before, during and after the operation. They did thank me for that.

I have absolute complete confidence and trust in God to deliver me and to have an exceedingly speedy recovery.

My God has a lot more work for me to do yet.

The note above is a statement that I had made to a couple of my brothers prior to entering the hospital for the procedure.

As you can probably imagine, I don’t know a lot about what happened during the eight or so hours that I was in the Operating Room. My earliest recollection after was waking up in the ICU with four tubes sticking out my body, and various needles inserted into veins in my arms.

I spent one and one half days in the ICU and was then transferred to the post operation ward to be taken care of along with 12 other recovering patients during my recovery.

Needless to say I was in pain and found it very hard to get to sleep, but of course, bless them, the ward nurses and sisters there helped tremendously. They do not like to see anyone in pain when there are ways to relieve it at hand.

I was told by the surgeons that it would take anything up to four weeks, with a minimum of approximately 20 days before I would be considered in a condition to return home. Providing of course that there were no complication

Prior to this I was put through all types of scans to help determine where exactly the cancerous tumour was, and specifically if it had spread to any other parts of my body. In an interview with said team after the scans were complete, the professor, head surgeon, informed me that although they were pretty certain it hadn’t spread, she did warn me that there were a lot of times when they did go to operate on patients that it was an entirely different situation when they went in, and they found that they had to alter the procedure they thought they were going to do to fit what they found.

For instance, the lad in the bed next to me went for the same operation I did after about three months of chemotherapy, and they found when they went in that they had to remove his entire stomach because the cancer had spread.

Well, recovery was going really, I mean exceptionally well. The nursing staff and the doctors were constantly telling me that, during their daily rounds.

On the seventh day after the surgery, the drain in my left side began to leak quite a lot of body fluid. Not so much that they were overly concerned, but the sister told me that one of the surgeons would be doing the rounds the next day and he would have a look at it.

Sure enough at about 08.30 the following morning he introduced himself as Dr. Dan, one of the two surgeons who had operated on me and that he would come back to me within the hour to fix this. Asking me at the same time if it was all right with me if he had someone else with him when he returned, of course I said yes.

He came back about an hour later with a lady whom he introduced as the senior OR sister, Beverley, who had been in charge of the nursing staff during my operation, and she wanted to meet me while I was in an awake condition.

While we were chatting, mainly she was asking questions of me, commenting on the paperwork that was on my bed, my MFC daily log which I had been making notes in, and what I did for a living. She really was quite intrigued at my responses to her questions. I had completely forgotten about the doctor who was working on my drain beside me. Until I heard him make this comment.

“I have never seen anything like that before in my life”.

My immediate response was “Oh my God. What on earth have I done wrong here, have I broken it?”

“No, not you” he said, “it’s what we found when we got in to remove the tumour” He went silent.

“What?” my mind instantly went back to what the professor had said about finding other things wrong sometimes when they got in to do the surgery, “What went wrong, what did you have to do, had it spread, did you get all of it?”

“Easy Jai, it’s OK. Kind of hard to explain though”.

“But you will try? Please”

“It’s Ok; nothing went wrong, just the opposite really. In doing things like this we have to look extremely carefully that we are cutting out all of the cancerous flesh that is there, being as certain as we can be that we get all of it. We had no problem with you; this is what I had never seen before. It was like it was marked out for us. You know, cut along the dotted line. But it wasn’t a dotted line; it was a light, like a silver marker around where we had to cut. Even when we cut through a piece in order to continue behind it on to the next, the light, it was still there. All through the operation until the light went, at what the professor said would be her last incision that was when it faded and disappeared and we knew we were finished. We had it all. We were done.”

I couldn’t speak.

I am not even going to attempt to describe to you the look on his face, nor why there were tears on Beverley’s face and on mine.

Remember these...

(On first contact with the team, I informed them that I had handed them all over into the protective andall knowing guidance and council of Father, during the time I will be in their hands before, during and after the operation.

They did thank me for that.)

(I was told by the surgeons that it would take anything up to four weeks, with a minimum of approximately 20 days before I would be considered in a condition to return home.)

Eleven days after the operation I left the hospital, with their permission of course, because the team considered me fit and healthy enough to do the rest of my recuperation at home in the care of my beloved Family.

At home now, I continue to replace any weight I lost, pain is down to a minimum, and I am again in full working order, and ready and able to continue with my service to Him.

Glory to God in All of His Majesty

Thank you Dad, from your Loving son. Love & Hugs...Jai

28 June at 14:52 · UPDATE: This morning I went for my first physical since the operation. The surgeon put me through a complete examination ect. His conclusion was that if he did not know me, and was not aware that I had the op. just over a month ago he would swear that I had had it six or seven month ago. The progress of my healing was tremendous. Yea God. Love & Hugs...Jai

It had been a while since I had been to Fellowship, purely for driving distance considerations. I had recently become a flight attendant and was sent out to Washington, DC to work and live.... and that was a long way from home.

So, I began to get very lonely... and after about two months of not seeing anyone I knew, I asked our Father to send me a friend.

Promptly a week later, I was called off reserve to take an immediate flight out of Dulles, VA. On the plane, I'm in a big rush, trying to clean up the last flights mess, while passengers are boarding, and I hardly noticed who was coming on.

Then in the air, I start down the aisle with the beverage cart, and I see a familiar face! Im thinking, and thinking, trying to remember where I'd seen the girl, about my age, before... and Bam! I remember! We'd never been formally introduced, but I first saw Alicia about 6 years prior to that at a youth sleepover in the CFFM basement.

We spent a good deal of the short flight chatting... when I should of been doing other stuff.. hehe... and then about a month later we both finally had time to meet up and talk.

Unfortunately, I lost my job a while later (Dont worry, it wasn't due to those passengers not getting their drinks :-P) and I lost touch with her.

I just want to say that , all things are good at CFF. As of late , I was worn out , worn down , ornery .

I was headed off to see Craige and Nancy Banios . My wife had convinced me that we would have a good time there ,and so I said " OK " .Even though I wanted to stay home in bed and sleep all weekend .

But off we went for a Thanksgiving with the Banios' Tribe .

Craige and Nancy ministered to me , just being who they are ....they don't even have to work at it .

the little sneaks ....

Thanks Craige and Nancy for all you do to take care of His Children ...

Especially Me and Laurie ...

A Heart Miracle

God has and is healing me! On Friday, January 9, 2009, I was scheduled for a second cardiac catheterization (This is a procedure to examine blood flow to the heart and test how well the heart is pumping. A doctor inserts a thin plastic tube (catheter) (KATH'eh-ter) into an artery or vein in the arm or leg. From there it can be advanced into the chambers of the heart and into the coronary arteries. Catheters are also used to inject dye into the coronary arteries.) at Robert Packer Hospital in Sayre, PA today, Friday January 9, 2009. The first had been back in November of 2007, when I was hospitalized, in the original cardiac catheterization, the doctors found the coronary arteries of my heart 90% blocked and the beating had an 11% ejection factor. Carol and I arrived at Guthrie at 8:00 AM to meet with Dr. Daniel Sporn, (Section Chief of Cardiology), the cardiologist who was to do the procedure. Our son Michael met us there soon after.

Dr. Sporn explained that Dr. Barry Esrig Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, had asked him to see if there was anything in the way of stents or balloon angioplasty that he could do to open up the occluded coronary arteries once he saw what the condition currently was. (I had been referred to Dr. Esrig for quadruple coronary bypass surgery, but he felt I was a big risk for surgery due to the length of time it took an ulcerated sore to heal-7months and my weight.)

We went to the prep and holding area to get ready for the procedure. The nurses took excellent care of me right down to the details of preparing some toast and chocolate milk for a snack before the procedure. No anesthesia is given for this, simply valium and because of my back an injection of the pain killer Fentanyl.

They took me into the operating room at about 10:30 AM. In the room were four surgical nurses, Dr. Sporn and Dr. Samy Sanjay, a Cardiothoracic Surgeon, who is Dr. Esrigs assistant. I was informed that as soon as Dr. Sporn had the films from the test, Dr. Esrig was to be paged and would come up to review them. They were prepared to do whatever was necessary to repair my heart right then and there.

In the operating room Dr. Sporn made a hole in my right femoral artery, inserted the catheter and positioned it around my heart, injecting dye and taking pictures. I watched on a monitor as he examined the coronary arterial circulatory system. Finally he spoke to me, telling me that the right, left and main coronary arteries were 100% occluded(blocked), BUT in each case, the heart had developed Collateral Circulation. What is collateral circulation?

This is a process in which small (normally closed) arteries open up and connect two larger arteries or different parts of the same artery. They can serve as alternate routes of blood supply.

Everyone has collateral vessels, at least in microscopic form. These vessels normally aren't open. However, they grow and enlarge in some people with coronary heart disease or other blood vessel disease (such as in the case of stroke). While everyone has collateral vessels, they don't open in all people. How does collateral circulation help people with heart disease?

When a collateral vessel on the heart enlarges, it lets blood flow from an open coronary artery to an adjacent one or further downstream on the same artery. In this way, collateral vessels grow and form a kind of "detour" around a blockage. This collateral circulation provides alternate routes of blood flow to the heart in cases when the heart isn't getting the blood supply it needs (myocardial ischemia) (mi"o-KAR'de-al is-KE'me-ah).

If this collateral circulation does not develop, heart muscle tissue is not nourished and dies, causing a usually fatal major heart attack.

God is so good! Makes me recall Psalm 103:

1 Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
5 Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.

I was told that no stents or balloon angioplasty were required and additionally, I would not need open heart by-pass surgery. Simply diet and medication.

The Doctors would not acknowledge directly that it was God that had healed my diseased heart. The closest that they came to it was Dr. Samy Sanjay, who said with a smile, that I could call it a miracle.

I was taken to recovery with an IV of Sodium Bicarbonate to negate any allergic reactions to the dye they had used, along with prednisone and Benadryl. The last time I had had this dye, I had peeled from the palms of my hands to the soles of my feet. After the IV was finished, I was discharged at 6:00PM. Carol and I drove home full of thankfulness to our loving heavenly Father.

Attached are photographs given me by Dr. Sanjay and Sporn showing the 100% blockages with the collateral circulation developed around each artery. Praise God!

Last fall in Rhode Island we were preparing to run the Philemon Class at Marilyn Hand's house. My job was to copy enough syllabuses for the people taking the class. I got the originals and proceed on my motorcycle to Staples in Smiithfield to get the copies made. Once I got there I found out that their copiers were not working but as I turned to leave I heard someone call my voice. I turned to find William Cole, who took PFAL many years ago. I told him of my plight and he reminded me that their was an Office Max in Johnson only two exits away. I got all the copies made and I paid. When I got back on my motorcycle the early evening sky did not look to kind. As I got back on Interstate 295 North I could see in the distance the most horrific skies that I have ever seen in my 52 years on this earth. There was lightning, black evil looking clouds and the wind was really blowing as I headed right for it. God told me that not a drop would touch me as long as I would trust Him. I started to S.I.T. joyfully as I continued to head into the total darkness and the phenomenal lightning, thunder and wind. I drove on under the hood of darkness speaking in tongues out load at about 70 mph and I continued to do so all the way home. Once I entered my garage and closed the door it poured like cats and dogs. Not only is God able to perform everything that He promises but he will work in people's hearts to bless and direct us. The Family of God is much bigger than we imagine. Without William's help I would not have been able to complete my goal on time. I will continue to pray for him also.

Agape,
Keith Daniels

Hello my beautiful brothers and sisters in Christ!! Great story about Orlando, while I was attending Introduction to Living in God's Power Seminar, while in Walmart on 1/27/08 I lost my prescription sunglasses which cost me a fortune! I searched and searched for two days to no avail, I left my info etc., and no one called, no one cared. Yesterday 4/4/08 God worked in my heart to call the Walmart store, and I ended up with a girl named "Precious" who promptly went over to lost and found, and found my glasses! God had them waiting for me for two months! whoohoooo! I send Fedex over there to get them, they were picked up at 3pm arrived one town over from me at 8:30am the next morning, but the truck driver never came to my house so I had to drive over to the Fedex office at 3pm in afternoon, and there they were, not even scratched up, plus the manager of the fedex office not only credited me that shipment, but also gave me a future shipment for free, whoohoooo!! The guy in the Fedex office told me how lucky i am and of course i explained to him how it had nothing to do with luck! haha You know, it's the little things in life that always blesses me in a huge way, to know that God knows us, what we have need of, and supplies us with every need doesn't He? It's like the scripture says "He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him" Amen and amen! love ya! Gail

In His Service and About His Business, Love Gail

Hello Fellow Believers,

I just experienced my very first Young Adult Advance this past weekend in Tipp City and words cannot express fully how I am feeling right now. I am so emotional. I went there with high expectations and it was that and much more. Rev. Wayne Clapp, Tonia Shroyer, Tom Dill, Kevin Guigou as well as the other teachers were so obedient and opened themselves up as vessels to be used by God.

There was something that I was dealing with before I came and I allowed it to lay heavy on my heart because of fear. I was blessed to be ministered to. I opened up and allowed God to handle the situation instead of taking care of it myself.

When I think of the staff at CFFM, I think of Elijah in 1 Kings 17. Elijah was willing to take great risks to stand for the Word of God before kings, and widows, defying law, logic, and even the weather. It took confidence and courage for him to stand up before the king and tell him that it was not going to rain. It took courage to tell the woman that she could give up her last bit of flour and oil since God is our sufficiency and would not allow it to run out. Even with the death of the widow’s son, it took so much faith. God blessed him because of it and blessed the woman as well to know what kind of God Elijah served.

All of you, because of your faith, love, and patience, you bless so many of us. I thank God for each of you and pray for continuous blessings among you and your families. Continue to share God’s Word and stand up for righteousness and know that I am standing right along with you.

God Bless

Kimberly Shepherd
Augusta Georgia Fellowship

I write software for a living on a temporary-job basis. The jobs can last from 3 months to a year or more. For the past couple of years, I've known when a job is ending ahead of time, and I've been able to find my next job before it ended. As a result, I've been able to stay continually employed.

At the end of last month, September, I was coming to the one-year mark at a job that was initially slated to last 6 months. I was told a couple months prior that the job would last at least through the end 2007.

A couple weeks before the one-year mark, I received a call from a software recruiter saying that one of their clients needed a temporary worker with my skills and was willing to pay considerably more than what I made at my current job. I decided to interview for it. A week later, I hadn't heard any answer from that client on whether they wanted to hire me. Suddenly, I was laid off from my current job along with 20 others. We were all shocked, but many were also afraid, because their source of income just vanished. One person who remained at the company called me and asked me if I was upset. I said, "No, it's just business. They had budget cuts and the temporary employees are always the first to go. God will take care of me. I'm not worried at all."

Two days after being laid off, I was told that the client I interviewed with wanted to hire me and that I could start in 4 days. God saw the whole thing coming and had me completely prepared with an even better job! How good to us is God Almighty, our Heavenly Father!

I wanted to share with all of you what an amazing experience the first CFFM Family Camp was this year for my family. My two sons, ages 10 and 6, and I attended and received such tremendous healing. I want to share just a portion with you so you know the true deliverance that can take place in our Father's family of believers.

My family has been through a rough time these last 11 months dealing with divorce, while having just moved to a town with no fellowships or true support. I had allowed hurt to separate me from God. God never left me but I wasn't turning to Him with believing. I poured my heart out but had such feelings of failure and condemnation that I was sure I couldn't receive anything from Him. I came to family camp thinking that I had no right to be there. I hadn't read my Bible in 7 months, certainly hadn't ministered to anyone or brought healing to anyone's life - or so I thought. My babysitter told me I saved her life but I knew otherwise. I knew that I had no right to be with the wonderful believers of CFFM who are so on fire for God and His Word. (And as crazy as that may sound to some of you, to me as I write it, there were others there who had similar thoughts and I know there will be those reading this who have similar thoughts - SO WRONG!) I knew I wasn't good enough but decided to come anyway for my boys. I told myself that even
if I didn't really believe in God's deliverance for my life anymore, I had to give my boys every opportunity to beleive in God and to know Him as their Heavenly Father.

So we came to Family Camp. At first I just sat back and observed. Wondering when someone would realize I shouldn't be there. Wondering about the teachings...would they be about the 'perfect' family (whatever that is:)? The world may say you can't ever REALLY know someone, or that it takes a lifetime. I can tell you, as can everyone that attended, that in less than 4 1/2 days we were able to know each other's innermost hearts and become a tight knit family that we've all dreamed of even if we didn't know it. We all came with different challenges and struggles. We all had different
opportunities to see God go to work in our lives and yet the challenges were similar - fear, doubt, condemnation. I saw that the devil wants us to feel isolated - whether by phyical challenges, geography, emotionally or mentally.

Our theme verse was Ps. 133:1 Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethern to dwell together in unity. This verse was referred to several times during the week but never taught on specifically. And yet we all learned how important we were to one another and that we need to be with other believers to be in unity. With each passing moment in camp I was reminded of God's love and able to bask in it. Each person there contributed to that - not only as they loved me and my boys but as I observed them with each other. With every moment my heart softened and the shackles of failure
and condemnation fell off. There were opportunities during the week where I was tempted to fall back into the old ways of thinking, those thoughts of fear and failure, but I only saw love, no condemnation or criticism of any kind from my family. Afer the second full day of camp, after tucking my boys into bed, I was able to pour my heart out to God and read Ephesians for the first time in a long time, knowing it was to me from my Heavenly Father. I was then able to minister to my boys and bring deliverance to their lives. With every teaching I was delivered more and more and by Wednesday morning I knew that I was finally free. The teachings after that just strengthened me
and allowed me to build on that deliverance.

My children came away noticably changed as well. My oldest son started out camp wanting to leave meal time to go play as soon as he was finished eating - and missing out on a lot since eating was the least important thing going on during that time. By the end of camp he was not only staying through the meal and activities but volunteering to help lead songs! And he SIT for the first time! My younger son - well beaming describes him best! This is just our story - one of many. Call someone who attended and they
will tell you their story of deliverance! When the Household is functioning the way it is suppose to, with the love of God at the center, tremendous things happen! I'm so very thankful to be a part of it! Never get talked into thinking that you aren't good enough to receive from God or to be with the Family. If you do just immerse yourself with other loving believers - don't let the devil isolate you from what God has made available.

Love and blessings to you all,
Robin Sutherland
Clarksburg, WV

In 1980 when I was 18 years old I lived in London. One day I was foolishly standing on a folding chair in my very first flat, I thought I was being very clever painting a door frame because the ladder was being used by someone else. I wasn’t being clever and when I tried to lean back to take a better look at what I was doing the folding chair decided to fold….with me on it!

My lower back hit the top edge of the back of the chair and it was terribly painful. Over the next few days I couldn’t move comfortably and I thought it was just bruising as I was black and blue where I had landed on the chair.

I went to see my GP and he said that I had a slipped disc in my lower spine. I was given pain killers and went to the hospital for traction. I spent 6 weeks off work and then the pain eased and finally I only had pain when I stood or sat too long, I also couldn’t lift or carry things. I managed to cope with life even though I was often uncomfortable.

12 years later in 1992 I had a fall down a flight of steps on my back, I don’t really know how I did it, I just lost my footing I think, anyway my back was injured again. I found it difficult to stand and then I couldn’t walk. After the bruising came out I was in a bad way. I went to see my GP and he said that I had a prolapsed disc; this means that the disc had a split in it and the liquid inside it was oozing out and hardening on my sciatic nerve. I was in agony and couldn’t get comfortable in any position. I was given pain killers again but they didn’t help very much. I was sent to the hospital and it was decided that I needed surgery.

After the surgery the surgeon came to see me, he told me that I had extensive damage to my sciatic nerve. He said that there had been a lot of scar tissue around the disc and that he had trimmed it to reduce further damage to my nerves. He also told me that as a consequence of the surgery I was officially 1/4 of an inch shorter and would have to have my passport amended. I thought he was joking but he wasn’t! After I left the hospital I had a long convalescence and eventually I was able to walk around again, but I was in constant pain and small areas of my legs and feet that were constantly numb. I was told that I would be likely to always have pain in my back and left leg. I learned to cope and life went on.

In 1994 I had another incident where my back was injured; I hit the bottom of my spine against a large radiator. I knew I was hurt but had no idea how badly. Within 2 weeks I found out that I had a prolapsed disc again. I moved to Bath to be near my family. I saw a GP here and I was sent for yet more surgery and once again had extensive damage to my sciatic nerve.

After the surgery the surgeon came and told me that I had serious damage to my sciatic nerve and that they had removed a piece of my pelvic bone and had attach it to my spine to prevent that section from moving and therefore hopefully keep it stable and protected from further injury. Once again I was told that I was 1/4 of an inch shorter and to change my passport to reflect my new height, in total I was now ½ an inch shorter! I was told that further spinal surgery was not possible as my body created large amounts of scar tissue and this was fusing with my damaged sciatic nerve which was damaging it still further. I was sent home to recover which took nearly a year.

From this point on I was in ever increasing pain. I was on very high doses of pain killers and anti inflammatory tablets and started to find it more and more difficult to walk, sit, stand or lay down. The area of my body that was numb began to extend up my legs and eventually I had no sensation from my toes to halfway up my ribcage.

I was in chronic pain and gradually became more and more immobilized by it in my back and legs, in the end I was only able to walk a few feet with the aid of crutches and if I needed to go any further I had to use a wheelchair. I was put on the disabled register and given an orange parking badge. My left leg and lower back were so painful to move that I used to spend most of my time crying in agony. I also suffered from depression and insomnia due to the pain. On top of all this, the pain killers were making me ill.

Over the next 4 years I saw so many doctors that quite frankly I lost count. The news they gave me was the same each time.

One day in 1998 I spoke to my mother and told her that I couldn’t go on as I was, I told her that I couldn’t face life in a wheelchair in such terrible pain. I told her that I didn’t know why I bothered going to the doctors for help when all I got from them was negativity and hopelessness.

My mother (who is now asleep awaiting the return) was born again and had tried hard to convince me to accept Christ but I had always resisted. I believed in God and His son Jesus Christ but that was as far as I was prepared to go. To be honest, with all the pain I was in, God was not uppermost in my mind.

The one thing I knew for sure was that when my mother prayed she got results and that was why I listened to her when she said to me that we should pray about it.

My mother prayed that the very next doctor I saw would say to me “Mrs Micallef (my name at the time) I have the very thing that is going to help you. We both thanked God for this and then my mother said that it would happen, and that I just had to believe it.

Three weeks later my mother went with me to my appointment to see the doctor at the hospital. When the young lady doctor walked into the room I was surprised to see that she had a hump on her back and a club foot and I felt a strange kinship with her. She introduced herself and then she said “Mrs Micallef I have the very thing that is going to help you”. I HAD GOOSEBUMPS. My mother just looked at me and smiled serenely. What she was offering was another operation but this time it was to implant a Neuro-stimulator under my skin which would be attached to an electrode which would be implanted in my spine. This device stopped my brain from receiving the pain signals coming from my damaged back via the sciatic nerve. They did the surgery and after a long convalescence I was able to walk without the crutches and have not used them since.

I am now able to run, walk, stand, sit, lay down and anything else I want to do.

God worked with me to help me in a way that would be undeniable and would show me that he was there for me.

I cannot express what having the ability to walk and be pain free means to me. But God knows.

God did this for me when I didn’t even know who or what he really was. He thought me worthy of his great love. My life has changed since that day, I have accepted Jesus Christ as my savior and been born again and now I am on a journey with God, telling everyone and anyone who will listen what God and Christ has done for them and about the Kingdom.

Each day my life gets better and better, the more I seek the Kingdom (Matthew 6:33, "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.") and the more I live for God and in harmony with him and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Husband is at work today, and we are thankful and praising God that He is working in us to will and to do of His good pleasure(Philippians 2:13)!

Join us, won't you?
DJ