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peacechild4 · #**371** 25th April 2009, 05:08 AM

Expect Your Miracle

It’s the Secret to Life
by Pastor John Hamel

“Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by MIRACLES and wonders and signs … ye have taken and by wicked hands have crucified and slain: Whom God has raised up having loosed the pains of death…” (Acts 2:22-24)
Miracles. Do you believe in them? I do. I am a Miracle. Over two decades ago I was a drug addict and overall, one beat down, miserable human person. I thought God was mad at me and I was mad at everyone else. One day I heard a “Televangelist” that I used to mock say, “If you are addicted to drugs and you think God is mad at you, YOU ARE WRONG! Jesus loves you and will set you free if you will just ask Him.”
Well, I did as the man said and asked. As I lay there in my living room, all alone, a giant hand was placed on my head three times and I slipped into unconsciousness. As I lay there for NEARLY THREE FULL DAYS, I did not dream, change positions, eat or drink. All bodily functions ceased, SUPERNATURALLY. Towards the end of the third day, I regained consciousness to discover that I was free from the oppression of drugs! I’ve been telling everyone, everywhere, ever since about Jesus’ Miracle Power!
Since that day, I have witnessed many miracles, including the raising of a dead man back to life. God even gave me a friendship with a Miracle man, Rev. Roscoe Ronald Coyne, who has now gone on to Heaven. This man had an eye surgically removed as a child. Through miracle prayer, Jesus gave him the ability to see through an empty eye socket! Keep in mind; this is not someone I heard about. This is someone I came to know personally.
One day he sat on my Church platform and removed his plastic eyeball. I folded a handkerchief eight times and placed it over his existing good eye. I then taped it in place, using a half roll of adhesive tape. Practically every person in that congregation came forth that day, handing him something to read. He read birth certificates, newspapers, magazines, a nursing certificate, etc. ALL THROUGH AN EMPTY EYE SOCKET.
Brother Coyne once explained to me that he could see through that empty eye socket twenty-four and seven, EVEN WHEN THE PLASTIC EYEBALL WAS IN THE SOCKET. This was a true Miracle of God. The Almighty simply overrode and suspended the Laws of Nature, allowing Brother Coyne to see with his spiritual eyeball.
You may have seen Brother Coyne during one of his multiple appearances on Oprah Winfrey, Phil Donahue, Geraldo Rivera, Sally Jesse Raphael, etc. This man led untold millions to Jesus by demonstrating this Miracle during 43 years of worldwide Ministry! His name is Roscoe Ronald Coyne from Tulsa, Oklahoma. You can easily find his testimony on the Internet.
So when someone foolishly declares to me, “Miracles don’t happen anymore. They are all over!” I say, “They’re ‘all over’. They are happening ‘all over’ the Earth. You don’t get to see them because God knows you don’t believe in them. He’s honoring your free will.”
The Bible says that Jesus is the same today as He was yesterday. It also says He will never change. (Hebrews 13:8) He is as much of a Miracle Worker today as He was in Bible days. He still performs Miracles for three primary reasons.
First, He wants to Glorify His Father. (Matthew 9:1-8)
Second, He wants the world to know He is their one and only Savior. (Acts 10:38)
Third, He wants to help you out of any difficulty you are experiencing simply because He loves you! (John 10:10)
However, He simply cannot help you with a Miracle if you do not believe He will. (Mark 6:1-6) The Bible says the only way we can please Him is by EXPECTING MIRACLES. (Hebrews 11:6)
Everywhere my wife and I go in life and in Ministry, we tell people, “God is never your problem. God is always your solution. He made you for Miracles and He made Miracles for you. The SECRET to a prosperous, healthy, joyful life is EXPECTING MIRACLES!”
If you have not yet made the Miracle Worker, Jesus, Lord of your life, just say, “Jesus, You’re my choice” and He’ll induct you into the world of Miracles. (Romans 10:13)
Then tell Him that you not only believe in Miracles but that He is welcome to intervene with Miracles on your behalf.
When you do, get ready for a parade of Miracles!

Be blessed ... John and Barbara Hamel

I found this here.. Expect Your Miracle

peacechild4 · #**372** 27th April 2009, 09:48 PM

The Pastor and his son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."

His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"

Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son."

"Thanks Dad!"

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell.. He rang the bell, but nobody answered....
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.
He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him....

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you myvery last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.

As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.

You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.
Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.... I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away."

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly.

I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?
Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."
Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world.. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

peacechild4 · #**373** 30th April 2009, 10:44 AM

During church in Pemba, Mozambique, a totally blind muslim man recieves prayer for healing in the name of Jesus...and gets totally healed!!! This miracle happened right in front of my eyes...this muslim man not only recieved physical sight, but he got saved and baptized in Jesus' name! Just as in the book of Acts, God confirms His gospel through signs and wonders through the hands of His Church.

YouTube - Blind Man Gets Healed!!

peacechild4 · #**374** 1st May 2009, 08:01 PM

God's Miraculous Protection of 4-Year-Old Gabriel Who Used a Live Rattlesnake as a Toy

by Aimee Herd-BCN Exclusive : May 1, 2009 : BCN

"…these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover." –Mark 16:17-18

(North Port, Florida)—I was contacted this week by a mother of 7 who shared such an amazing testimony of God's sovereign protection over her child that I had to pass it on.
Jack and Carolyn Kauffman's "fearless" 4-year-old Gabriel found a new playmate recently, in a venomous Diamondback Rattlesnake. Unbeknownst to Carolyn, Gabriel was actually petting the potentially deadly snake; laying it on his shoulder. (File Photo: a similar rattlesnake)
Later, Carolyn asked her son to show her—using a necklace—just how he was handling the snake. She says, "He laid [the necklace] on his shoulder and it kept falling off, so he told it he was 'sorry.'"
Gabriel told her, "That's why it didn't bite me, it was so cute!"
Fortunately, Gabriel's brother Austin (11) saw what was happening and "grabbed [the snake] off of Gabriel's shoulder using a black blanket. He then slid the rattlesnake into a plastic storage container, covered it with the blanket as it began to rattle, and—telling his brothers and sisters to "get back"—he brought it to his mother.
Carolyn recalled the snake, "It had the viper head, the black tip of its tail followed by a little rattle, the diamonds on its back, and the almost raccoon-like mask by its eyes.
"I stared at it for quite a while; first in disbelief that it was moments ago in my son's hands, and then in awe that God had preserved my son's safety. Think about it. You go into the woods, and most of the time if you come across these snakes they can bite your foot, leg, hands...things that can get first aid and a good chance of survival. My son was 4. It could have bitten his face, neck, or shoulder. How do you apply a tourniquet to that? He would be dead if God hadn't intervened." (Photo: Gabriel and Austin)
Carolyn shared her feelings of the moment she saw the rattlesnake, and learned how her son had been playing with it…
"I was in awe; I knew immediately that it was God who protected him. I told all the kids to go inside except Austin; I stared at [the snake] for a while. I wasn't afraid; I had a very deep peace.
"I hugged him and thanked him for being so brave, and told him how it was a miracle; then went in the house to explain once again to Gabriel not to touch snakes."

I asked Carolyn what she thought God might be saying to her through this experience. She replied, "I had been struggling with my own sense of worth as a mother; having so many [children] and not being able to be everywhere at once. God showed me that even when I am not there, He is. I can trust Him with my greatest treasure, my children, and I can begin that by not worrying so much—by not allowing myself to think of the "what ifs" all day long. I am not saying 'let 'em all loose and take a nap,' but I am saying, 'I will do my best and let God cover my shortcomings.'"
Carolyn and her family have not only been blessed by God's protection, but also His provision, as they will be moving into the first 5-bedroom Habitat for Humanity home in Sarasota. Carolyn adds that the "favor of God is limitless," and that her "family is so blessed."

peacechild4 · #**375** 12th May 2009, 09:57 PM

One Amazing Miracle in Manitoba

by Aimee Herd/David Henry : May 12, 2009 : BCN

"What happened that day at the intersection of the Perimeter Highway and Saskatchewan Avenue was an authentic miracle… The laws of thermodynamics were momentarily superseded by a higher law. It had much more to do with the faith and prayers of a few ordinary people inviting God's intervening hand, in Jesus' name, to protect him on the road in a way that no one else can do…"

(Winnipeg, Manitoba)—If you think miracles documented in the New Testament don't really happen anymore, you'll want to read the following story. Phillip may not have been the only one to be "transported" by the Holy Spirit, as Minnesotan trucker Roger Henry can testify. Read this remarkable account—written by his brother David—of what happened as Roger approached an icy intersection in Winnipeg one wintery day, just months ago.
[January, 2009] Roger Henry, a seasoned trucker based out of Minneapolis, Minnesota has many years of driving experience on the icy roads of Minnesota and Canada. He works for a large international trucking firm. This particular day he was driving a B-Train. It's a seven-axle, twenty-six wheel, two-trailer monster weighing in at over 56,000 kg. (80,000 pounds) when fully loaded. (Photo: Roger Henry)
Roger had just driven his rig north from the Twin Cities and was now headed back home with a large return load. The pavement was dry that day, so he set his speed at the 100 km per hour limit and prepared to make the familiar trip down to the North Dakota border and on south to home.
Roger and his wife Joyce are Christians. As a matter of habit and conviction, they pray in the name of Jesus and simply ask God to protect him as he travels a route that in a split second can turn deadly. In fact, Sandy Atkinson, a Jewish Christian friend of the Henry's, prays every day specifically for Roger to be kept safe as he plies his potentially dangerous trade. This day he would cash in those prayers; he would need all the help he could get.
Manitoba 101, The Perimeter Highway, is well-engineered for safety. On some of its crossings it has yellow blinking lights that forewarn drivers of their safe passage through the next traffic light. It's either, a yellow blinking, 'no'—you must prepare to stop at the next light, or the switched off light indicating 'yes'—you are safe to proceed.
Roger had his rig humming in high gear and relaxed as much as is reasonable into the familiar routine. He was headed south on the west side of Winnipeg, when he approached the next intersection at Perimeter Highway and Saskatchewan Avenue. He observed the yellow light was 'off', giving him the right-of-way through the intersection. He stayed in the right lane. Ominously, off to his right, his eyes locked on to a black four-door sedan traveling from the west at a high rate of speed that indicated someone wasn't paying attention. Roger quickly calculated that the driver could not possibly stop in time for the red light controlling the east-west traffic flow.
The sedan driver finally skidded to a stop, dead center in the middle of the right hand, southbound lane. Roger's loaded B-Train was hurtling through the intersection into the broadside of the black sedan at 100 km miles per hour. Roger had no time to maneuver his big rig into the left lane. He couldn't steer it into that lane without flipping it over or jack-knifing. (Photo: Intersection from satellite view)
There was no time to stop. Air brakes on a big rig are slower to respond than car brakes. It takes a moment of time to develop sufficient air pressure to even begin to slow the giant down. Roger did not have the luxury of those few seconds. Do the math. Study the physics. That sedan driver had to die.
Roger describes what happened as entering briefly into a state of suspended consciousness. He did not faint or pass out. In Roger's words, "My screen went blank." His hands were on the steering wheel but someone had control of his truck for about two seconds. He did not steer into the left lane. He couldn't. He could not veer to the right. It would have been like playing 'crack-the-whip' with a huge load of steel and freight. He could neither change directions nor vary his speed. It was impossible. The distance between his truck's front bumper and the side of the car was roughly twenty five yards. While the front tires were aligned straight ahead, the whole 82.5 feet of the truck were instantly moved sideways into the left lane. To get into the left lane by means of the steering wheel would have meant a flipped truck.
An engineer was asked to calculate the foot pounds of energy contained in the mass and velocity of that truck. He wrote:

"The linear or translational momentum of a particle (mass = truck here) is defined as the product of its mass x velocity (100 km/hr). That is 5,650 tons momentum, in metric tons. Since one metric ton is 1,000 kilogram, and 1 kg is 2.205 lbs, the same momentum is 12,458,000 lbs." -Joe Horvath, PhD.

So much energy going straight forward would not allow the truck to swerve into the left land if Roger had attempted it. He would have taken out the black sedan plus several other vehicles with the flipped tractor and two trailers. While Roger's screen went blank, the only explanation left us is that God moved the whole truck in its north/south alignment 7 meters over into the left lane. When Roger's 'screen came back on' he found himself 100 meters through the intersection in the left land and gradually heading for the right shoulder. But, he did not so much as touch the black sedan. No screeching sound of steel exploding on steel and glass. No fire. No smoke. Nothing. He came back to his normal senses on the south side of Saskatchewan Avenue. Most unusual of all, Roger had no sense of fear, no panic, no adrenaline rush, no rapid beating of his heart. He was aware of a profound sense of peace all about him; and in him.

Roger quickly down shifted and pulled off to the right shoulder of the highway and got out of his truck. He stood there and looked back north at the crossing from 150 meters away. The black sedan was still there. It was parked right where Roger should have blown through it. All traffic had stopped. It takes something unusual to change the routine of drivers hurrying to work in bone-chilling weather. What they saw motivated them. About twenty witnesses were stopped. Three or four drivers got out of their cars and began to gather around the car to inspect it. The witnesses to this event were trying to make sense of what they had just seen.

As Roger watched, the light changed and the driver in the black car drove slowly away to the east toward the city. After assessing what he had just lived through without any damage to either vehicle, Roger made his way back into the truck and sat there for a while collecting his thoughts. He is a down-to-earth, laid back, professional trucker with a good sense of humor. But that day, he saw the curtain pulled back for just a few seconds; he saw into another dimension.
Roger has searched for a word to explain what happened to him. He said that the best he can explain it is he was, "transported" in the sense of Phillip the Evangelist in the eighth chapter verses 39 and 40, of the Book of Acts in the Bible. Phillip was ministering to the Ethiopian Eunuch who had just been baptized in Gaza. At the completion of that ministry, he found himself the next moment transported to a location eighteen miles to the north along the Mediterranean shore and a new ministry assignment. Phillip was 'seized' or 'caught away' from Gaza and 'found himself' in Azotus. Roger was seized from the right lane where death was, and found himself in the left lane and a good distance ahead where safety was. The Greek New Testament verb is "Harpadzo", the same verb that is employed in the English concept of rapture or a 'catching away'. Roger experienced what we might call a mini-rapture. He and the other driver were in imminent danger. Roger was covered in prayer. He was caught away from or seized out of danger. To redirect, or reposition that much rolling energy in a such surgically precise fashion required a greater amount of power than the force in the vehicle's mass and velocity.

Webster's Dictionary defines a miracle as, "1. ...an event or effect that contradicts known scientific laws and is hence thought to be due to supernatural causes, especially to an act of God."

What happened that day at the intersection of the Perimeter Highway and Saskatchewan Avenue was an authentic miracle. Roger is a good truck driver; a very good one. He has amassed over three million miles of truck driving without an accident. That is testimony to consistently good judgment in all kinds of situations. But what happened on that patch of pavement had nothing to do with his skill or ability. The laws of thermodynamics were momentarily superseded by a higher law. It had much more to do with the faith and prayers of a few ordinary people inviting God's intervening hand, in Jesus' name, to protect him on the road in a way that no one else can do. Some old-timers call it, 'being prayed up'. Their months and years of prayers had gone ahead of him.

A lot of things pass for news that are no real news. And some things that are so astounding as to defy explanation go by and no one records it; no one tells the story. This true story is being told. There was a miracle in Winnipeg that day, on the Perimeter Highway. God did intervene; something holy, powerful and good happened on a cold Canadian winter's day. There is a person or persons who are alive right now who should not be. But they are. They might consider humbly giving thanks to Someone who, when asked in faith, does the impossible.

peacechild4 · #**376** 15th May 2009, 12:29 AM

YouTube - He is Here

brinny · #**377** 15th May 2009, 01:27 AM

Originally Posted by peacechild4

The Pastor and his son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."

His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"

Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son."

"Thanks Dad!"

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell.. He rang the bell, but nobody answered....
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.
He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him....

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you myvery last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.

As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.

You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.
Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.... I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away."

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly.

I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?
Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."
Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world.. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

this brought tears to my eyes....

do you mind if i post this in my blog?

God bless you for posting it dear heart (((((hug))))))

peacechild4 · #**378** 18th May 2009, 10:06 PM

Please post it.. anything I share.. take it and use it..

peacechild4 · #**379** 18th May 2009, 10:07 PM

YouTube - Bishop George Bloomer-Demon in my Bedroom-Thinking JESUS(3)

peacechild4 · #**380** 19th May 2009, 10:00 PM

Who can hear this Psalm and not believe that God is deeply in love with each of us? This video is a reminder of how well He knows us, and how much He loves us.

YouTube - Psalm 139