A Miracle: My Children Were Fed

When I was a young mother, I suffered from horrible migraines. They left me dizzy, sick to the stomach, and unable to see. I had applied to the government for disability, but they denied me. I worried about how I would care for my children when one of them would strike me.

Then one day, one of them hit me hard. I wasn’t able to balance myself enough to move, and I was unable to see. I lay on the floor of my bedroom, not knowing what to do.

I cried out to my God for help.

I stayed there praying for about an hour.

Then my oldest boy came upstairs to see me. He was about five years old.

I told him that I knew how hungry he must be, and to be patient; at some point I should be able to go back down stairs to feed everyone.

He told me not to worry, and that he went ahead and fed everyone.

I was dumbfounded.

“With what?” I asked him. I thought maybe he had given everyone some cereal or crackers, though I balked at the thought of him climbing up that high without supervision to get them. They were stored in the upper cabinets far out of their reach.

But what he did give them astounded me even further.

“Oh,” he said, as if it was no big deal, ”I made them pizza.”

“What?! How did they manage to eat it frozen?” (My mind was still trying to wrap around the thought that my son was able to dig through the big flat freezer to find one, much less that he would think to try and eat it.)

“I put it in the oven just like you do, and cooked it for them.”

“But how? You don’t know how to work the oven yet!”

“Yes I do. I watched how you did it, and I did what you did.”

I was floored.

“Is there any left?”

“No,” he said. “We ate it all.”

He must have cooked it well if everyone ate it.

Then I realized; God had answered my prayer in a way I had never anticipated.

This was the child that had a disability; he had been diagnosed with severe Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and Oppositional Defiance Disorder, as well as some learning disorders. In my son’s case, these were fancy names for some nasty demons, though I did not come to this realization for some years yet. But for this child to behave as he did, was a miracle in itself. He was the one I would worry over; his impulsivity had gotten him into trouble many times before. For him to behave so responsibly and helpful, was quite unexpected. He had even managed to turn the oven off when he was done cooking the pizza!

After this incident, I no longer wondered if I should give up my children to Child Protective Services. God was telling me to keep them, and I knew then that He would indeed provide the way for us.

In the end, He did even better than that; he removed the migraines from me!

During Hanukkah, we recall the miracles that Christ has done in our lives. This was one of them.

May the Lord Jesus Christ bless you greatly and give you His peace!

C. Dunamis

A Miracle: Saved From The Viper

 

There was a short time in my life, where we lived in Arizona. We had a small home built in a new subdivision. The boys and I enjoyed watching the workers build the houses.

Better yet, the workers told us that we could have the tiny scrap pieces of lumber if we wanted them, to make some building blocks. All we’d have to do is sand down the sharp edges.

We would walk about the construction areas in the evenings, where they had left piles of such lumber for us to go through, to see if there were any we wanted to add to our collection.

One such evening, while the sun was still up, (the workers had quit early from the extreme heat,) the boys and I went out to go scavenging.

One of my boys came upon a big pile of wood with a choice piece of lumber sitting at the very top. One of my boys climbed up and was about to reach for it, when I sensed the Holy Spirit tell me quite firmly “No!”

So I told him “No! Wait a minute…back up.”

He did. His brother did too.

Then I gingerly went and moved the piece of lumber to one side with the toe of my shoe.

Out popped a very angry young western rattlesnake.

He had been coiled up at first, but was rapidly unwinding himself and was keeping his focus on me.

I asked the Lord what to do, and He told me to have everyone back up slowly at the same time.

So I told the boys to slowly begin walking backwards, away from the snake. As they did, so did I. The rattler was so confused at seeing several different movements coming from all around him, that he didn’t know which one to strike at first. He’d move in one direction, but then swish back to another. This left it too distracted to strike out at anyone. Moments later, we had backed out of its range and out of its sight.

We were very thankful we were safe!

Later I was told by the workmen (whom I had warned about the snake, but they could not find it,) that young rattlers were the most dangerous, for they would strike out at anything, and they would often give a lethal dose of venom, for they had not yet learned to control their poison.

After that incident, I used a very long pole to make sure no snake was near the piece of wood that we wanted, and we left the pieces of wood that were up at the top of the piles alone.

There were many dangerous animals in Arizona that we ran into while we lived there. A puma, (it jumped onto the hood of the car in front of us while we were driving,) tarantulas, a Gila Monster, (they are very dangerous and look just like the plastic models one can find of them,) And a huge (over a foot round in diameter,) poisonous frog that comes up to the surface every few years or so for air. But the Lord protected us from them all.

During Hanukkah our family recalls the miracles the Lord has done for us. This was one of them.

May the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth bless you and yours greatly!

C. Dunamis

A Miracle: My Son Walked Away From The Car Accident

One of my boys was driving home from college one evening. It was in the middle of winter, and it was a cold night.

He was coming around a sharp bend in the road, when he suddenly hit a patch of black ice and went sailing. The car hit the embankment, rolled over and went up into the sky. It landed upside down, just a foot or so away from the base of a huge fat oak tree.

There was a bar near by the accident, and the owners rushed out to see if they could help, for they had heard the crash.

But my son was already climbing out of the automobile on his own.

He called us to come and get him.

When we got there, I embraced him and asked him if he was o.k.. He told me that right as he hit the patch of ice, an angel appeared to him in the car in the passenger seat, and told him to hold onto the steering wheel. As he held on, the angel shielded him from the shards of glass and pushed the top of the car up where my son sat.

We looked at the car and knew right away that it was totaled. It had flattened out except for where he had sat, and all the windows were busted. One could tell that the suspension was shot. No one would ever be driving this car again. I looked at the small area from where my son had crawled out from, and wondered how he had squeezed through such a small opening without a scratch. He ended up walking away from that accident with just a few bruises in his shoulders.

If the car had gone in a straight line as one would have expected, it would have landed in the river where my son might have drowned. But for some reason, the car curved just enough to stay on dry land.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth for saving my son!

We learned later, that this place has had many other accidents, some fatal, from cars hitting the black ice from the river in the winter time. People have asked the county to put a warning sign there, or at least to slow down the speed allotment for the curve but so far they have refused.

During these days of Hanukkah, also known as the festival of lights, we recount the miracles that our Lord and Savior has done for us on our behalf. This was one of them.

May the Lord keep you in the palm of His mighty hand,
C. Dunamis