This testimony is so powerful ... Our God is a Great God !!!! He is Alive and He cares for U and me ... JESUS IS REAL AND HE LOVES U !!!
Showing posts with label Miracles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miracles. Show all posts
Amazing testimony of a man who was a terrorist ...
This testimony is so powerful ... Our God is a Great God !!!! He is Alive and He cares for U and me ... JESUS IS REAL AND HE LOVES U !!!
Healed from Spondylolisthesis .....
My written testimony can be found below under the title of " A Miracle in my life ...".
How He LOVES Us ....
As a christian u dont automatically become perfect, it doesnt mean that u'll never ever do anything wrong ever again ... it means that even if u do ... there's an amazing God, who loves you soo much, He's willing and able to forgive u ... to pick u up, dust u off and send u on ur way to fulfilling the plans and purposes He has set out for u .... His love for u and me is so strong and powerful .... And nothing we've ever done or will do can change that .....
This is an amazing song called How He Loves by David Crowder Band .... I just happened to hear some of my favorite worship songs remixed for the first tym and so as I was searching for more of such songs, I found this and it is so awesome ... This song coupled with the message speaks volumes ... I hope God touches u as u listen ...
JESUS, You're the GREATEST !!!!
I serve a
GREAT GOD, and I want to share something that happened today that proves His
greatness…. AGAIN :)
My dad had
his vacation for the past 2 weeks and today he is to leave for the airport back
to his job and I wanted to see him off along with my family, but I had a class
scheduled for the same time in the evening ..... So I've been praying about it
for the past few days, I prayed that somehow that particular class would get cancelled....
So as usual I attended the morning session of my class, still praying that
somehow the one in the evening would be cancelled, but then when the first
session was over the schedule was put up and it said that the class was
scheduled to be at the same time.... I was a bit disappointed, but I didn’t
have time to brood over it, coz my next class was going to start soon, so
without giving much of thought to it I just went on with the other class and completely
forgot all about it.....
As today is
the weekend we were all looking forward to going home, and maybe catching up
with some lost sleep…. But then our
teacher gave us some work to do and we were all totally engrossed in it, and we
completely lost track of time….. And just as the class was coming to an end I
was discussing something that I couldn’t understand with a friend and I thought
I heard him say the word ‘cancelled’, and I was like, maybe I didn’t hear what
he said clearly and so I asked someone what he said, and she told me “He said that
the class in the evening is cancelled.” Everyone was happy that the class was
cancelled but I think I went into shock, it felt as if for that moment time
itself stood still, and once that faded I couldn’t stop smiling ….. I tried to
contain myself coz otherwise ppl would think that I was a little or maybe a lot
more than that, unstable upstairs…..As I was waiting for my mom to come and
pick me up, I just kept on smiling, and till now I can’t seem to stop, I think
that I’ve told God how much I love Him at least a million times by now ….. And
this day just seems to be getting better I mean so many things that I had to
do, and had no idea how I would squeeze into my schedule for today, are
suddenly all just falling in line….. And some of things are stuff that I didn’t
even pray about ….. I mean my God is soo great HE knows the desires of my
heart, He is working far above I can ask or even imagine, just like the Bible
says ….. JESUS I LOVE YOU !!!!
I know I've been posting a lot of songs, but thats just me, I love to sing ..... It's the way I express my emotions .... Well anyway, Hope you like this song ..... One of my favorites :)
God is Great
Recently I’ve
been listening to a lot of Joseph Prince messages, and since I began to apply
them, so many little miracles have been happening ….. Well technically no
miracle is small, but the thing is so many ‘little’….for lack of a better word
I call them as miracles, have happened that even if I did explain they would
make no sense to anyone except me …. Its just like in the book of Ephesians, chapter 3 verse 20, God is 'able to do superabundantly, far over and above all that we [dare] ask or think'. Now is one of those incidents, we just returned from church, I
feel refreshed knowing that ‘MY GOD IS GREAT’, I just lead the praise and
worship in church today, and everyone said that it was good, what ppl don’t
know is that for the past few days I’ve been battling a sore throat, while I
practiced at home today I could barely sing coz of the soreness and also the
cough which was really irritating….. And I know if I told anyone at church that
I had a sore throat while singing they would think that I was lying … But it’s
just like the song we sang today “Our God is healer, awesome in power”, and
also what I am listening to rite now …. There’s no one like Him ….. AMEN !!!
A Miracle in my life .....
Hi !!! Everyone .........
The title of my blog may sound weird, but believe it or not all I am about to say is true.
My name is Susan, I am 18 yrs old from Madurai.God healed me of grade 4 spondylolisthesis 5yrs ago and He can do the same for you to.
Here's my testimony:
We lived in Dubai for a long time and there I was an athlete. At the age of 8 yrs I participated in a 3 km marathon. And every athletic event I participated in I won. During my summer vacation in the 4th grade ( 2003 ) I went for ice skating classes, obviously as it was my first time I fell numerous number of times. Later on as school re-opened my teachers began to ask me why I wasn’t walking properly, and at home my parents thought that I had developed a bad style of walking, and often told me to walk properly. But I felt that my walking was perfectly normal. But as time progressed during my P.E. classes I began to struggle to run up to my usual speed.
Soon after that my parents began to take me to various doctors, to find out why my style of walking was deteriorating, the first doctor gave me a bandage tightly wrapped around my legs, saying that some times around that age children develop bad habits. But it didn't work and again we began to shuttle from one doctor to another. A friend of my parents who was a doctor, suggested the best doctor in Dubai Dr. Kerim Antoine Attari who after taking several X-rays finally diagnosed me with Grade 4 spondylolisthesis in the Lumbar Sacral region (L5 and S1). The doctor told my parents that even if I was his own daughter he wouldn't do the surgery and advised them to take me to either Germany or Switzerland for the surgery. But even then he didn't guarantee 100% success. And even if it was successful it would have to be done again when I turned 18 as by then my bones would have grown. By then my condition had seriously deteriorated. I began to walk exactly in the shape of the letter 'S', I looked like a walking zombie. I would bend my knees outward, bend backwards, walk on my toes and to balance myself I would stretch out my hands. My mum would always give me a book or bag to hold so that I wouldn't stretch my hands out. When we went out shopping or my parents would walk on either side of me and my older sis would walk behind me to hide me from the staring eyes of people.
I couldn't walk for more than 5 - 10 mins without severe pain shooting down my legs. Every morning when I woke up, my back would feel stiff as though someone had poured cement down my back. I couldn't reach down to put my own socks. My parents purchased a triangular shaped pillow to place under my legs when I slept as I couldn't stretch out my legs.I would wake up several times every time due to discomfort. I had no idea of the seriousness of my condition coz at the time when the doctor diagnosed I was asked to sit outside. The only time I knew the way I walked was different was when I saw a side view of myself in the mirror. The doctor had given me a spinal support belt, but I hated to wear it, the climate in Dubai is really hot and so it would sweat so much that I went and cried and cried to my mum that I didn't want to wear it, that finally she gave in. This was one of the reasons that my condition deteriorated.
The doctor had also prescribes steroids as pain killer for the pain. And this is where the first little miracle during my journey began, I recall exactly one incident when I took that tablet but from then on my mum would, pray for me and say "In the name of Jesus I command this pain to leave" and after a few minutes it would be gone. My parents decided that if medical science could not completely cure my problem they would take up my case with my creator, Jesus. And so from then on whenever I had pain mum would pray with me and the pain would leave immediately.
Later on we moved to Bahrain, where I used to sing in the church choir. I would always be provided with a chair to sit because of the pain I would experience after standing for more than 5 mins. One day I decided that I would stand without the aid of the chair. We started to sing and after a few minutes, my legs began to grow numb, I held on to the microphone stand with all my strength, I knew that if I took one step forward to even reach a chair I would fall, I called my sis who was standing next to me and told her my plight. She said she would help me to a chair, but just as predicted I took one step forward and fell like a ton of bricks. I couldn't get up, the ladies in the church lifted me onto a chair and gave me some water to drink, I never dared to sing in the choir again. I was so embarrassed that I hid at the back of the church for a long time. There were two or three instances where I had lost sensation in my legs and fallen. Only later did I find out that this was a symptom of my deteriorating condition.
All this time I suffered not only physically but my mind was in chaos. I hated myself for so many reasons, I knew that my condition pained my parents, I was rejected by all my friends who were so close while I was a popular athlete, I was in continuous discomfort. During the first few months since my diagnosis, I was full of faith that God would heal me. But the as time progressed I saw people all around me, who were diagnosed with various conditions get healed and instead of my faith being enriched I got angry at God. I became this rebellious bundle of anger. One day when I was praying I got this number 3 in my head and I assumed that God would heal me in three days and so I waited, and at the end of the third day I was just the same, there was no change. We then moved to India, and I was still in the same condition, my dad took my previous reports to some doctors in Chennai, where one of the doctors asked my dad if he was an educated man, to keep me without taking me for surgery immediately.
My parents applied to a place called as the 'Healing School' in Johannesburg, South Africa where they teach about healing from the Bible. We didn't get any reply from them for a long time. Then one night my dad called from Chennai ( my mum, sis and myself were in Madurai ) and told us what the doctor had told him and he reasoned with my mother whether they should take me in for surgery, we were also getting pressure from our family members, who were concerned about my welfare. That night my mum opened her mail and saw an invite to ' come to the Healing School ' and they resolved to take me there for prayer. So in September of 2005 we landed in Johannesburg, South Africa, from then on it was an intensive 3 week teaching from the Bible about healing, during this 3 week period I saw with my own eyes ppl with AIDS get healed, paralyzed ppl walk, and so many countless miracles. I guess after so much of unbelief on my part for a long time, seeing these miracles was like a drink of fresh water to my dry soul. At the end of the 3 weeks of teaching, a person called Pastor Chris Oyakhilome prayed and that was the first time in 3 yrs that I could put my foot flat on the ground, and from then on I progressed a little bit and then a little more and now I am completely healed.
Pastor Chris is not God. He is just a vessel who is being used by God, so don't get the wrong impression about him.
Now I play badminton and volley ball in my P.E. class at school, badminton at home with my sis and I am an absolutely normal person. There is a God who always has you on His mind. And healing is His gift to you. But the greatest gift of them all is His Salvation offered to us through His Son Jesus. God holds in His hand the gift of healing and everything else His Word has promised all we have to do is receive it in faith. Those 3 yrs may have been painful. but they brought me closer to God and now I enjoy a close relationship with God as my Father and Friend.
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The title of my blog may sound weird, but believe it or not all I am about to say is true.
My name is Susan, I am 18 yrs old from Madurai.God healed me of grade 4 spondylolisthesis 5yrs ago and He can do the same for you to.
Here's my testimony:
We lived in Dubai for a long time and there I was an athlete. At the age of 8 yrs I participated in a 3 km marathon. And every athletic event I participated in I won. During my summer vacation in the 4th grade ( 2003 ) I went for ice skating classes, obviously as it was my first time I fell numerous number of times. Later on as school re-opened my teachers began to ask me why I wasn’t walking properly, and at home my parents thought that I had developed a bad style of walking, and often told me to walk properly. But I felt that my walking was perfectly normal. But as time progressed during my P.E. classes I began to struggle to run up to my usual speed.
Soon after that my parents began to take me to various doctors, to find out why my style of walking was deteriorating, the first doctor gave me a bandage tightly wrapped around my legs, saying that some times around that age children develop bad habits. But it didn't work and again we began to shuttle from one doctor to another. A friend of my parents who was a doctor, suggested the best doctor in Dubai Dr. Kerim Antoine Attari who after taking several X-rays finally diagnosed me with Grade 4 spondylolisthesis in the Lumbar Sacral region (L5 and S1). The doctor told my parents that even if I was his own daughter he wouldn't do the surgery and advised them to take me to either Germany or Switzerland for the surgery. But even then he didn't guarantee 100% success. And even if it was successful it would have to be done again when I turned 18 as by then my bones would have grown. By then my condition had seriously deteriorated. I began to walk exactly in the shape of the letter 'S', I looked like a walking zombie. I would bend my knees outward, bend backwards, walk on my toes and to balance myself I would stretch out my hands. My mum would always give me a book or bag to hold so that I wouldn't stretch my hands out. When we went out shopping or my parents would walk on either side of me and my older sis would walk behind me to hide me from the staring eyes of people.
I couldn't walk for more than 5 - 10 mins without severe pain shooting down my legs. Every morning when I woke up, my back would feel stiff as though someone had poured cement down my back. I couldn't reach down to put my own socks. My parents purchased a triangular shaped pillow to place under my legs when I slept as I couldn't stretch out my legs.I would wake up several times every time due to discomfort. I had no idea of the seriousness of my condition coz at the time when the doctor diagnosed I was asked to sit outside. The only time I knew the way I walked was different was when I saw a side view of myself in the mirror. The doctor had given me a spinal support belt, but I hated to wear it, the climate in Dubai is really hot and so it would sweat so much that I went and cried and cried to my mum that I didn't want to wear it, that finally she gave in. This was one of the reasons that my condition deteriorated.
The doctor had also prescribes steroids as pain killer for the pain. And this is where the first little miracle during my journey began, I recall exactly one incident when I took that tablet but from then on my mum would, pray for me and say "In the name of Jesus I command this pain to leave" and after a few minutes it would be gone. My parents decided that if medical science could not completely cure my problem they would take up my case with my creator, Jesus. And so from then on whenever I had pain mum would pray with me and the pain would leave immediately.
Later on we moved to Bahrain, where I used to sing in the church choir. I would always be provided with a chair to sit because of the pain I would experience after standing for more than 5 mins. One day I decided that I would stand without the aid of the chair. We started to sing and after a few minutes, my legs began to grow numb, I held on to the microphone stand with all my strength, I knew that if I took one step forward to even reach a chair I would fall, I called my sis who was standing next to me and told her my plight. She said she would help me to a chair, but just as predicted I took one step forward and fell like a ton of bricks. I couldn't get up, the ladies in the church lifted me onto a chair and gave me some water to drink, I never dared to sing in the choir again. I was so embarrassed that I hid at the back of the church for a long time. There were two or three instances where I had lost sensation in my legs and fallen. Only later did I find out that this was a symptom of my deteriorating condition.
All this time I suffered not only physically but my mind was in chaos. I hated myself for so many reasons, I knew that my condition pained my parents, I was rejected by all my friends who were so close while I was a popular athlete, I was in continuous discomfort. During the first few months since my diagnosis, I was full of faith that God would heal me. But the as time progressed I saw people all around me, who were diagnosed with various conditions get healed and instead of my faith being enriched I got angry at God. I became this rebellious bundle of anger. One day when I was praying I got this number 3 in my head and I assumed that God would heal me in three days and so I waited, and at the end of the third day I was just the same, there was no change. We then moved to India, and I was still in the same condition, my dad took my previous reports to some doctors in Chennai, where one of the doctors asked my dad if he was an educated man, to keep me without taking me for surgery immediately.
My parents applied to a place called as the 'Healing School' in Johannesburg, South Africa where they teach about healing from the Bible. We didn't get any reply from them for a long time. Then one night my dad called from Chennai ( my mum, sis and myself were in Madurai ) and told us what the doctor had told him and he reasoned with my mother whether they should take me in for surgery, we were also getting pressure from our family members, who were concerned about my welfare. That night my mum opened her mail and saw an invite to ' come to the Healing School ' and they resolved to take me there for prayer. So in September of 2005 we landed in Johannesburg, South Africa, from then on it was an intensive 3 week teaching from the Bible about healing, during this 3 week period I saw with my own eyes ppl with AIDS get healed, paralyzed ppl walk, and so many countless miracles. I guess after so much of unbelief on my part for a long time, seeing these miracles was like a drink of fresh water to my dry soul. At the end of the 3 weeks of teaching, a person called Pastor Chris Oyakhilome prayed and that was the first time in 3 yrs that I could put my foot flat on the ground, and from then on I progressed a little bit and then a little more and now I am completely healed.
Pastor Chris is not God. He is just a vessel who is being used by God, so don't get the wrong impression about him.
Now I play badminton and volley ball in my P.E. class at school, badminton at home with my sis and I am an absolutely normal person. There is a God who always has you on His mind. And healing is His gift to you. But the greatest gift of them all is His Salvation offered to us through His Son Jesus. God holds in His hand the gift of healing and everything else His Word has promised all we have to do is receive it in faith. Those 3 yrs may have been painful. but they brought me closer to God and now I enjoy a close relationship with God as my Father and Friend.
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