Encourage One Another...

[LogosPryme]

Jesus Christ, our Hero, has conquered the grave and everything with it. So have courage, peace, and put to death all your worry.

 

[AllForJesus]

My miracle complety unexpected.


Hi everyone i just saw this thread what a blessing. thankyou lord. i wanted to share with you the miracle i had from God.
This happened in october 2004. I went to a weekend encounter. which basically means meeting with God and getting a touch from him.
Anyway it was on the saturday i think. In the morning our pastor was teaching about prayin for an infilling of the Holy Spirit and speaking in tongues. i wasnt sure about this but anyway a lady in my church came up to me and with someone else. they prayed for me to be filled with the spirit they didnt lay their hands on me.
as they were praying i felt my back loosing up. I put my shoulders back i thought that was a bit strange.
you see for years because of lack of self confidence in myself ive had a problem putting my shoulders back. dave kept telling me too but i really couldnt! Because of this i had a humped back. I was so worried i would be one of those old people in the future bending over as they walked.
anyway i didnt realise till later i had received a MIRACLE.
Because this had happened with my back earlier and me putting my shoulders back i asked dave to check my back. he knew it used to be humped but he said it was completly straight! and not only that i got a friend to check how tall i was and i grew an inch! we serve a miracle working God! i testified in church the next day. BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD.

Amen!

 

[peacechild4]

Hi everyone i just saw this thread what a blessing. thankyou lord. i wanted to share with you the miracle i had from God.
This happened in october 2004. I went to a weekend encounter. which basically means meeting with God and getting a touch from him.
Anyway it was on the saturday i think. In the morning our pastor was teaching about prayin for an infilling of the Holy Spirit and speaking in tongues. i wasnt sure about this but anyway a lady in my church came up to me and with someone else. they prayed for me to be filled with the spirit they didnt lay their hands on me.
as they were praying i felt my back loosing up. I put my shoulders back i thought that was a bit strange.
you see for years because of lack of self confidence in myself ive had a problem putting my shoulders back. dave kept telling me too but i really couldnt! Because of this i had a humped back. I was so worried i would be one of those old people in the future bending over as they walked.
anyway i didnt realise till later i had received a MIRACLE.
Because this had happened with my back earlier and me putting my shoulders back i asked dave to check my back. he knew it used to be humped but he said it was completly straight! and not only that i got a friend to check how tall i was and i grew an inch! we serve a miracle working God! i testified in church the next day. BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD.

Thank you for sharing... Praise God \0/

 

[peacechild4]

A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa

* * * * * * *​

One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.
We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. As I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, "A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!" I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "That afternoon!" "And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isaiah 65:24
* * * * * * *
Helen Roseveare a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.​

 

[angelwind]

A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa

* * * * * * *​

One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.
We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. As I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, "A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!" I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "That afternoon!" "And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isaiah 65:24
* * * * * * *
Helen Roseveare a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.​

Doesn't this make you cry with joy!!!!

 

[Godslilgurlalways]

A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa

* * * * * * *​

One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.
We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. As I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, "A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!" I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "That afternoon!" "And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isaiah 65:24
* * * * * * *
Helen Roseveare a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.​

Thanks for sharing that with us

 

[Jo1]

We all know this scripture:
By his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53 v 5.
I just found out today that the hebrew word for stripes is friendship!
So it reads:
By his friendship we are healed!
Thats amazing!
Amen.

 

[HoneyComb Son]

I thought i would post this:

One time when i was home..i went outside to find my cat had caught a bird. it was still alive so my cat was torementing it. I took it away and held it in my arms..I dont know what happened..but i prayed and saw in my mind a bird flying away..then i felt like power went through my hands to bird..i opened them and then the bird flew away..it was a violet-green swallow..

God bless

 

[peacechild4]

I thought i would post this:

One time when i was home..i went outside to find my cat had caught a bird. it was still alive so my cat was torementing it. I took it away and held it in my arms..I dont know what happened..but i prayed and saw in my mind a bird flying away..then i felt like power went through my hands to bird..i opened them and then the bird flew away..it was a violet-green swallow..

God bless

That is a beautiful share.. thanks brother.. so encouraging.. Praise God \0/

Makes me think of these scriptures.. about birds.. If God allowed you to pray and His power flowed through you to help that bird.. How much more will allow His power to flow through us to pray and help His own creation.. those made in Gods image!!

Matthew 10:29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Luke 12:24
Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds?

 

[peacechild4]

FIRE IN MY HANDS
The Story of Joyce Zounis​

Inwardly my gut churned with guilt, because I knew how true the message was.

I was holding a sign that read "ABORTION KILLS CHILDREN." I wasn't the only one there. There were hundreds of people, all holding signs. I was determined to fit in, to appear cool and unnerved, But I had a secret I could never reveal. The others might understand, might forgive one abortion, perhaps even two, but seven would be too much to even hope for. I was sure none of the others had ever faced the abortion decision. They couldn't understand that with each I was convinced that I was doing the right thing for myself. Neither would they understand all the circumstances that practically made the choices for me. In their minds, there would be no earthly justification to cover the children who had died in my own womb-in the one place they believed should have been most safe.
Or how could any of these people have the desire to listen and offer comfort? For I esteemed them agents of God, who would be stern judges like my dad. Now, under this sign I felt the same conviction I would have expected from him, if he knew-if I had even tried to explain why-where things had gone wrong.

Every summer our family (including 5 kids) would pile into the family car and head for South Carolina to visit my dad's parents, his 12 brothers and sisters and their large families.

I was just 6 years old at the first reunion, and was paired off with a 5-year-old cousin. We were running through the fields and stopped among the tall corn. He turned to me and touched me in a way that I knew, even at my young age, was wrong. I was shocked into not being able to tell him to stop. What that child did is still painful to remember, and I can still feel the soundless scream from the bottom of my soul. And every summer, for five years the same thing happened even though I'd promise myself I wouldn't let him touch me.

I felt ashamed, that I had disappointed God. I couldn't tell my dad because to him, an Army first sergeant, everything was either clean and correct or it was punishable. Nor could I have God's love or speak to Him, for I feared he was like my dad. I was ashamed, unworthy of love. Then when mom and dad came to kiss and hug my sister and I good night, they'd kiss her and find me pretending to be asleep. They'd turn away and softly close the door. Neither they nor I knew I was sinking into hell-knew how important that hug could have been.

Still, I was a Christian, attending Sunday school. Sin was never mentioned in the church. But in the Wednesday young girls class it was. As a result, although I longed for God's presence, I felt so impure, so defiled that I had no hope of God's love for me.
At 13 I became promiscuous. I liked pot because it released me from the pain of being separated from God and unable to talk to anyone.

The only love I knew was sex, and I was its dedicated child. My parents couldn't hug me, but a mere acquaintance could join with me in the singular most intimate act. At the beginning of my Sophomore year an older boy whom I had recently met at a beach came to town. We smoked pot, drank and ended in his hotel room.

I gladly aborted his child-a loveless sacrifice upon the altar of sensuality. Others were following the same course: unrestrained passion, pregnancy, destroy the child. It was the accepted wisdom. And I was the head of the class, the girl to emulate: a cheerleader, honor-roll, Keywanettes president, homecoming Queen, High School Beauty Queen, I'd even kept the same boyfriend all through high school. And still there was constant uncertainty, no dedication or lasting meaning, only the intimacy of sex that had to be repeated countless times. In 1979, my junior year, I had another abortion "You are only getting rid of a piece of unwanted tissue," they said. It was what a girl had to do to keep her boyfriend.

After college I connected with another man who enjoyed the favors of irresponsible sex, who had no use for the children he begat. So, thinking I was giving unconditional love, I had two of his children aborted. But now there was the realization that I'd lost something precious. But I suppressed it not allowing it any expression. We were married and I destroyed two more children within my own womb. I was obsessed with the need to keep him happy, at any cost. But adultery ended the relationship and four babies never knew the delights of childhood.

Another relationship with a child-man and I gave birth to my first child, Costa. His father could not be found during that birth. During recovery I listened to God. I would end that abusive relationship. My baby didn't need such a father and I didn't need such a husband. Three months later I finally obeyed and said, "no more!"
It was like Heaven heard and on the that same day, I met God's man, Ted Zounis.

He not only loved and needed me, he fell in love with my little guy. I began to get a whole new take on life-life being restored to my dead heart. In fact, with the birth of Costa, I began to sincerely grieve my dead babies.
I loved my baby so much, and it was my first pure love-a far sweeter exchange than I had ever known. And I often wondered, how much would I have loved the ones who died within me. Sometimes seeing an empty swing or toys scattered about someone's yard would slice my heart. On the anniversaries of their deaths I would count the years and wonder what they would have been like had I preferred them above my boyfriends now long gone. And between those times the guilt would rise to haunt my quiet and sleepy hours. It gave me no peace.
In 1990 at Calvary Chapel of Ft. Lauderdale, I found myself in the awesome presence of the God of my childhood, the true lover of my soul, the one I'd forsaken so very long ago. But every time the pastor would speak of abortion or and upcoming event, called Life Chain, I would cringe and grip the arms of the chair with such strength as to leave impressions. For I feared someone would look at me and see a sign above my head flashing "murderer." I felt like I was drowning in guilt and shame. I wanted no one, including Ted to know I'd had seven abortions.

During that time the enemy was whispering, "No matter how much you love God you will not be with him when you die. You will be in Hell with me!" Even though it was a familiar fear, I chose to disregard his evil counsel, and participated in "Life Chain."

For I knew the truth of the words on that sign, "ABORTION KILLS CHILDREN." And with that fire in my hands was the realization of the truth it spoke. A month later I was listening to Carol Evereton on Christian Radio. She spoke a truth I'd heard several times before, became alive to me. It was Jesus suffering, mercilessly beaten and hanging for nine hours on a cross in unspeakable agony as a legal substitute for my punishment! I did not need to face God's wrath or hell! The love I couldn't imagine was there all the time in measureless abundance . . . and my dad? ...how unfair I'd been!

That revelation pierced through my heart. What unspeakable love! I was made clean, not by my efforts or anything I could do. He did it! My abortions were no worse than Saul's sins of murder before he became a chief apostle. All I needed to do was confess my sins and ask God's forgiveness, and seven abortions plus years of sin disappeared from His sight.

I did it with a gratitude that radiated from every nerve and pore. I was bathed in his love, hugged, comforted, and covered in a blanket of peace. I realized then that the fire I had held in my hands was the fire of the Holy Spirit, preparing me for restoration to my Father, the God of my childhood.

The fire in my hands has become a fire in my heart to warn and to heal: To warn of the lifelong horror of abortion-a warning that is withheld by those who profit from abortion. Instead of condemnation I offer the hope and counsel I have received. For He continues to free me from post abortion syndrome, from the weight of the past-of immorality, anger, denial, depression, fear, confusion, loneliness, and self abuse. In exchange, He has given me a peace that will last forever and love that passes understanding.

Moreover, I have a lively hope of being reconciled to my babies in Heaven.

 

[peacechild4]

The whole story is on another web page that you will have to visit to read it.. It is very long.. so you want to have time and the desire to stick with it.. but it is well worth it..

I think not only the way that an angel worked to help this family.. but also the story of the mother and how she woke up from her slumber.. and died to Christ..
God used the accident to bring Retha back to a living relationship with Christ.. Not to mention the amazing story of her son.. and his trip to heaven which he retells through messages to all who will hear..

This is a really lovelytestimony.. be blessed

Our car hit a water furrow, and rolled and rolled and rolled. When we eventually came to a stop, it was the worst of the worst, something I have re-lived time and again in my mind. We struggled free from the car, and I realized my kids weren't in the car anymore. When I eventually got out, it was only the silence of the night that surrounded me. I called to them, and our little boy Josh then started crying from somewhere in the bushes next to the car. When I found him, he only had a cut to the head. But we couldn't find 12 year old Aldo.
Read this touching, life-changing testimony by Retha McPherson HERE

 

[peacechild4]

The Whale​

​

If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle,
you would have read about a female humpback whale​

who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. ​

She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused​

her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of

line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth.

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands

(outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help.
Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was
so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her ...​

​

​

a very dangerous proposition.​

One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.​

​

They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her.​

When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles.​

She then came back to each and every diver,
one at a time, and nudged them,​

pushed gently around-she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.​

​

The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. ​

May you, and all those you love,​

be so blessed and fortunate ... ​

to be surrounded by people​

who will help you get untangled​

from the things that are binding you.

And, may you always know the joy

of giving and receiving gratitude. ​

Isaiah 42: 6-7
I, the LORD, have called you in righteousness;
I will take hold of your hand.
I will keep you and will make you
to be a covenant for the people
and a light for the Gentiles,
to open eyes that are blind,
to free captives from prison
and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.
"I am the LORD; that is my name! ​

Matthew 10:8
Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons.
​

Freely you have received, freely give.​

 

[angelwind]

The Whale​

​

If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle,
you would have read about a female humpback whale​

who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. ​

She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused​

her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of

line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth.

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands

(outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help.
Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was
so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her ...​

​

​

a very dangerous proposition.​

One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.​

​

They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her.​

When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles.​

She then came back to each and every diver,
one at a time, and nudged them,​

pushed gently around-she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.​

​

The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. ​

May you, and all those you love,​

be so blessed and fortunate ... ​

to be surrounded by people​

who will help you get untangled​

from the things that are binding you.

And, may you always know the joy

of giving and receiving gratitude. ​

Isaiah 42: 6-7
I, the LORD, have called you in righteousness;
I will take hold of your hand.
I will keep you and will make you
to be a covenant for the people
and a light for the Gentiles,
to open eyes that are blind,
to free captives from prison
and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.
"I am the LORD; that is my name! ​

Matthew 10:8
Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons.
​

Freely you have received, freely give.​

What a woderful story...in the midst of a world flooded with "unhappy" stories...thank You Lord...Your mercies are new every morning.

 

[peacechild4]

I received a call from a friend named Kenny. He and his family had just returned from Disney World. "I saw a sight I will never forget," he said. I want you to know about it."
He and his family were inside Cinderella's castle. It was packed with kids and parents. Suddenly all the children rushed to one side. Had it been a boat, the castle would have tipped over. Cinderella had entered.
Cinderella. The pristine princess. Kenny said she was perfectly type cast. A gorgeous young girl with each hair in place, flawless skin, and a beaming smile. She stood waist-deep in a garden of kids, each wanting to touch and be touched.

For some reason Kenny turned and looked toward the other side of the castle. It was now vacant except for a boy maybe seven or eight years old. His age was hard to determine because of the disfigurement of his body. Dwarfed in height, face deformed, he stood watching quietly and wistfully, holding the hand of an older brother.
Don't you know what he wanted? He wanted to be with the children. He longed to be in the middle of the kids reaching for Cinderella, calling her name. But can't you feel his fear; fear of yet another rejection? Fear of being taunted again, mocked again?
Don't you wish Cinderella would go to him? Guess what? She did!
She noticed the little boy. She immediately began walking in his direction. Politely but firmly inching through the crowd of children, she finally broke free. She walked quickly across the floor, knelt at eye level with the stunned little boy, and placed a kiss on his face.

"I thought you would appreciate the story," Kenny told me. I did. It reminded me of another one. The names are different, but isn't the story almost the same?
Rather than a princess of Disney, it's the Prince of Peace. Rather then a boy in a castle, it's a theif on a cross. In both cases a gift was given. In both cases the lovely performed a gesture beyond words.
But Jesus did more then Cinderella. Oh, so much more.
Cinderella only gave a kiss. When she stood to leave, she took her beauty with her. The boy was still deformed. What if Cinderella had done what Jesus did?
What if she assumed his state? What if she had somehow given him her beauty and taken on his disfigurement?
That's what Jesus did.
"He took our suffering on him and felt our pain for us. He was wounded for the wrong we did; he was crushed for the evil we did. The punishment, which made us well, was given to him, and we are healed because of his wounds."
Make no mistake
Jesus gave more then a kiss - he gave his beauty.
He paid more than a visit - he paid for our mistakes.
He took more than a minute - he took away our sin.

Max Lucado
From a Gentle Thunder

 

[angelwind]

I received a call from a friend named Kenny. He and his family had just returned from Disney World. "I saw a sight I will never forget," he said. I want you to know about it."
He and his family were inside Cinderella's castle. It was packed with kids and parents. Suddenly all the children rushed to one side. Had it been a boat, the castle would have tipped over. Cinderella had entered.
Cinderella. The pristine princess. Kenny said she was perfectly type cast. A gorgeous young girl with each hair in place, flawless skin, and a beaming smile. She stood waist-deep in a garden of kids, each wanting to touch and be touched.

For some reason Kenny turned and looked toward the other side of the castle. It was now vacant except for a boy maybe seven or eight years old. His age was hard to determine because of the disfigurement of his body. Dwarfed in height, face deformed, he stood watching quietly and wistfully, holding the hand of an older brother.
Don't you know what he wanted? He wanted to be with the children. He longed to be in the middle of the kids reaching for Cinderella, calling her name. But can't you feel his fear; fear of yet another rejection? Fear of being taunted again, mocked again?
Don't you wish Cinderella would go to him? Guess what? She did!
She noticed the little boy. She immediately began walking in his direction. Politely but firmly inching through the crowd of children, she finally broke free. She walked quickly across the floor, knelt at eye level with the stunned little boy, and placed a kiss on his face.

"I thought you would appreciate the story," Kenny told me. I did. It reminded me of another one. The names are different, but isn't the story almost the same?
Rather than a princess of Disney, it's the Prince of Peace. Rather then a boy in a castle, it's a theif on a cross. In both cases a gift was given. In both cases the lovely performed a gesture beyond words.
But Jesus did more then Cinderella. Oh, so much more.
Cinderella only gave a kiss. When she stood to leave, she took her beauty with her. The boy was still deformed. What if Cinderella had done what Jesus did?
What if she assumed his state? What if she had somehow given him her beauty and taken on his disfigurement?
That's what Jesus did.
"He took our suffering on him and felt our pain for us. He was wounded for the wrong we did; he was crushed for the evil we did. The punishment, which made us well, was given to him, and we are healed because of his wounds."
Make no mistake
Jesus gave more then a kiss - he gave his beauty.
He paid more than a visit - he paid for our mistakes.
He took more than a minute - he took away our sin.

Max Lucado
From a Gentle Thunder

Wo!!!!

 

[peacechild4]

Blind Woman Miraculously Healed after 30 Years—Saw Grown Daughter's Face for the First Time since She was Seven
by Aimee Herd : Jun 28, 2007 : Global Awakening
http://www.globalawakening.com/



"We want people to know that God still heals...all over the world."
(Bethlehem, PA)—At a recent healing conference in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, several attendees experienced miraculous healings from the Lord.
The Global Awakening School of Healing and Impartation featured speaker/teachers Randy Clark, Leif Hetland and Dan Moeller, and was held over a four-day period.
During one prayer session, a woman who spoke only Spanish, and who had been blind for 30 years, suddenly received her sight. Here is her testimony as told by Jonathan Welton, Special Events Manager for Global Awakening:
"Bejoice," had a very rare disease which only affects 1 in a million people. It was an eye infection which caused her to go completely blind 30 years ago. Her daughter brought her to the Global Awakening School of Healing and Impartation 1 in Bethlehem, PA, which was being held at her daughter's home church. This was Friday night June 22nd, 2007.
Bejoice had been to many doctors and they had diagnosed her infection but they were always mystified by how in the world she would have contracted this infection. She had received 7 corrective surgeries but none of them had helped at all.
Her daughter took her forward at the beginning of the church service to receive prayer for her eyes, and she shared that many Christians in the past had labeled the infection as a curse. She began to share with the prayer team some of the hurts that she had received in her younger years. The team began to lead her through forgiveness prayers and releasing contained feelings to the Lord. As the team did this she actually began to see the eyes and nose and the movement of the mouth of the man praying for her.

Later after the service when she was preparing to leave, a gentleman asked her if Randy had prayed for her yet and he hadn't. She didn't want to bother him because it was so late, but fortunately the man insisted. She was the last person of the evening that Randy prayed for that night. As Randy and several others prayed for her, a spirit of slumber overcame her and she began to say she was done being prayed for; she was too tired to go on. Randy recognized what the enemy was trying to do and he encouraged her to press through for the breakthrough. Also he asked if she was feeling anything and she said she was feeling tremendous heat in her eyes. This was encouraging to the team praying because they have discovered that heat usually accompanies healing.
Her eyes then began to receive their sight, she saw the man next to Randy and pointed and said, "Blonde" which was the color of his hair, as well as she saw his blue shirt with stripes.
Her daughter was 7 years old when she lost her sight, now her mother as a 60 year old woman, she is seeing her 37 year old daughter as an adult for the first time. She is very excited to see the face of her grandchildren for the first time as well. She has been completely healed, praise the Lord!
Steven Zarit, of Global Awakening, was excited to report that another woman, who had been born deaf, received a healing in her ears after prayer, and can now hear. "We want people to know that God still heals...all over the world," remarked Zarit.

 

[peacechild4]

Husband of Woman Miraculously Healed From Coma Displays Massive Billboards Proclaiming Her Healing
by CR Staff/TN : Jul 14, 2007 : The Church Report

http://www.thechurchreport.com/mag_article.php?mid=1091&mname=July

The billboards simply read "Jesus healed my wife: Patsysmiracle.com."


(Atlanta, Georgia)—Ron Tripodo has placed massive billboards on some of Atlanta, Georgia's most traveled highways proclaiming the miracle of his wife's recovery from a "death coma," the result of a rare virus called Herpes simplex encephalitis. According to the Church Report article, the billboards, which show his wife Patsy smiling, are not meant to be evangelistic. They simply read "Jesus healed my wife: Patsysmiracle.com."


"I put them up as a way to say thank you to God for healing my wife," said Tripodo, a born-again Christian who attends Cobb Vineyard Church.
Patsy, who is close to 100 percent back to normal, said: "I didn't really care that my face was up there. So many people have prayed for me. It's amazing." To read her full testimony, visit the website: PatsysMiracle.com.

Quoted as saying Patsy's case was very unusual and has a hard time explaining what exactly healed her, Darryl Kaelin, medical director of Shepherd Center's acquired brain injury program said, "I've maybe seen a couple dozen cases in 10 years, and very few as bad as Patsy. It's usually pretty catastrophic...Her recovery is remarkable. Whether it's a miracle of science or faith, or all of the above, is sometimes difficult to distinguish. But I will say this: Ron's faith that Patsy was going to be healed never wavered. And now, medically speaking, I see no reason to suspect Patsy's condition will worsen again."


So far, there has been quite a response to the billboards. Now, say the Tripodo's, they pray for the people who contact them with similar stories, "just like people we didn't know were praying for us."


Here is the prayer Ron prayed over his wife Patsy every day..

Healing Confession​

Heavenly father, I thank you for your Living Word. You said that your Word is Life to those who find it and medicine to all their flesh. Today, by my confession, I apply your Word to (Patsy/my body) by giving voice to it.



You said in Psalm 139:14 that I am fearfully and wonderfully made and that your works are marvelous. I declare that you made (Patsy/me) and (she is/I am) a marvelous creation.


I speak to sickness and disease today and proclaim that according to Philippians 2:10 that they must bow down to the mighty name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Every name in Heaven, on earth, and under the earth bows its knee to Jesus' name.


I speak to (Patsy's/my) body today and declare that I have authority over it. I command it to receive the Word of God. Matthew 8:17 proclaims that Jesus bore (Patsy's/my) sickness and took (her/my) infirmities.


Heavenly Father, I thank you that the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwell in (Patsy/me) and makes alive (her/my) mortal body.


I speak to (Patsy's/my) immune system and command it to line up with the Word of God. (Patsy/My) immune system will destroy sickness and disease in (her/my) body and perform its job; for this is what God created it to do.


I thank you Father that every cell in (Patsy's/my) body responds to your Word. Your Word permeates (her/my) body from the top of my head to the bottom of (her/my) feet. I confess that the Word of God is being made flesh in (her/me).


Psalm 103:3 declares that you Father forgave all (Patsy/my) iniquities and healed all (Patsy's/my) diseases. Father, that is your confession and I make it my confession also. I don't judge by the sight of my eyes; I judge by your Living Word. It is your Word that lives in me and brings health and healing to every part of (Patsy's/my) body.


Heavenly Father, I rejoice at your promise of divine health. You said it and I believe it! Today, I declare that I will see your promise of healing manifest in (Patsy's/my) body.


Healing is mine because Jesus paid the price two thousand years ago. God so loved me that He sent His Son to die on the cross so that we could experience life on God's terms. His abundant life is manifesting in us. Make (Patsy/me) whole- body, soul, and spirit. Amen.

 

[peacechild4]

Setting The Prisoners and Captives Free Written by Carol Doswell
Find article at this address..

http://www.christianwomensresources.com/content/view/78/28/

Friday, 01 June 2007

When Jesus came to this earth to destroy the works of the devil, He laid aside His authority as God. On earth as the 'Last Adam', He walked and ministered with authority and dominion. Satan was completely defeated by Jesus. He was brought to naught and made of no effect. Jesus made a big "zero" out of the devil !
Now this authority and dominion are the 'keys' which have been restored to redeemed mankind who, through faith, are now His church and His body on earth. As a defeated foe, the only thing that Satan can do on this earth is what we in our ignorance have been letting him do. With this revelation from God's Word, we can rise up and bind Satan. When we bind the strong man and spoil his house and when we command demon spirits to flee in the name of Jesus, we are walking in the 'power and authority' that we were given. Matt. 12:28-29, 2 Corin. 10:4
The church, which Jesus said He would build has been a 'SLEEPING GIANT'. Now, it is awakening to operate in it's God-given authority and it will demolish the strongholds of Satan !​

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As I awoke this morning, March 15, 2007- still lying in bed between asleep and awake, I began praying and asking God to reveal to me something new today. It was as if He was just waiting for me to ASK !​

Our pastor said the same thing this past Sunday. He was talking about when Moses said unto God, '.... If your presence doesn't go with me and your people then we will not go ', Exodus 33: 12-17. ​

God was just waiting for Moses to ask Him to go. I then asked Him, 'God, I don't want to go unless you go with me'. God is waiting for all of us to 'ASK' Him to go with us as we step out in faith and speak with authority against the enemy! We have been given the 'KEYS' - doesn't that mean something to you?​

Jesus walked into Hell with authority and took back the keys that Satan stole from man in the garden of Eden. Ever since then, they have belonged to us but we haven't yet begun to use the power and authority they really hold. Until now!​

So as I hovered between being awake and asleep, I was asking God to go with me to a place I had never gone before. It's like He was saying - ' What would you like today my child?' I asked the Holy Spirit to let me – discover the hidden treasures that would reveal to me what the 'KEYS' really meant. I wanted new Kingdom revelation and for Heaven to invade my soul in a new and fresh way, and that is just what I got!​

'KEYS' have been coming into my husband's and my life since Kris Vallotton spoke a prophetic word into our lives last May. I never collected 'keys' before, nor did I have a passion to, but 'keys' were being given to us left and right. I have since been on a quest before God to find out what all this means. I wanted to know the purpose and plan for the 'keys' and what 'gates' they were to open.​

Allow me to continue to share with you the treasures He let me find. Fasten your seatbelts!​

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Through out the Old Testament, worship had always centered around the tabernacle, the synagogue or the temple. There was 'no church' as we now know it today. There were three things which we need to learn about the church from this first time Jesus mentioned it.
1) The church would be built by Jesus on the revelation from the Father that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the living God.
2) The gates of Hell would not be able to hold out against the church.
3) The church would be given the 'keys' of the Kingdom of Heaven and have the power of binding and loosing. Matt. 16:13-19​

Peter knew by a revelation from God that Jesus was the Christ, the Son of God. This was the truth upon which the church was to be built! Matt. 16:18 The first characteristic of the church is that Jesus would build it. It would not be built by men's traditions or programs. The second characteristic is that the gates of hell would not overcome it.
(Amplified Bible - I will build my church, and the gates of Hades (the powers of the infernal region) shall not overpower it - or be strong to its detriment, or hold out against it.
And the third characteristic was that of 'binding and loosing'.​

So just what are the 'keys' and what 'gates' do they open ?
The 'keys' refer to the authority we have been given on this earth. The 'keys' can either lock or unlock the 'gates'. The gates are another word for the governments or any entity whether it be a person, a family, an organization, a city, a state or a nation. Genesis 1:26​

These 'keys' were intended by God to be used for good on this earth. However, when Adam and Eve sinned, they surrendered the 'keys' to Satan who had come to steal, kill and destroy that which God had created. The 'keys' of authority under the control of Satan became the 'keys' of death and Hell. These were the same 'keys' of authority which Jesus snatched away from the devil after He had delivered our sins to the depths of Hell.​

When Jesus came smashing victoriously through the gates of Hell, He took these 'keys' of authority away from Satan. Satan no longer has any legal authority on this earth in the believer. And since these 'keys' were restored to their original owners on this earth, they were no longer to be misused as the 'keys' of death and destruction. Instead they became known as the 'keys' of the Kingdom of Heaven.​

So as we, the body of Christ, use our God-given 'keys of authority' according to His will, we are establishing the Kingdom of Heaven on this earth. It is very important to understand what Jesus meant when He said that the gates of Hell would not overcome the church. In our natural way of thinking we picture a gate as something that is attached to a fence or a wall. With a picture like that in our mind, it is hard to gain any real understanding of the verse - '... and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it'. Matt. 16:18b
Since most of us have never been attacked by a gate!​

In biblical times, the government and business of a city was usually conducted at the 'gates'. The gates provided security of a walled city, and also became a reference to a city or nation's government. Proverbs 31:23
When God blessed Abraham, He referred to it as 'possessing the gates' of his enemies. It was a blessing. Genesis 22:17
A blessing was also placed upon Rebekah and was referred to as 'possessing the gates' of the enemies. Genesis 24:60
To possess the 'gates' of the enemy it means to take over and control it’s government. Today we are to possess the 'gates' of our enemies in the spirit realm by taking authority and dominion with aggressiveness, and to conduct violent spiritual warfare as the 'gates' are taken by force!​

King Solomon spoke of this: Proverbs 14:19 ' ... The evil will bow before the good, and the wicked at the gates of the righteous. ' So why do we cower inside the gates in anxious fear? It is the church, not Satan who should be taking the offence! We, the church should be storming the gates of hell and forcibly advancing the Kingdom of God in our churches and throughout our city, our state, our nation and the world.​

We already have the 'keys'! It’s our God given ‘rights of authority’ to speak up against the enemy and take back what he is stealing from us. We have the authority to bind Satan and his demons and we have the 'keys' of authority to loose the captives! So, church – what are you waiting for?​

When we win the battle in the realm of the spirit it will be manifest in the natural. And as believers we must exercise our authority and dominion on earth. We must now accomplish and enforce on earth what has already been accomplished in the rest of the universe - what is an established fact in heaven. It’s time church to wake up and be bold about who you are and who God made you to be and start walking in the authority God sent His Son to give us.​

Now, go set the prisoners and captives free! In the Name of Jesus!​

 

[peacechild4]

Hi.. I get some wonderful emails forwarded to me.. they have a song embedded on them.. plus the words to the song.. and also usually pictures on the email that go with the song.. Oh yes plus a scripture.. and prayer.. sometimes a few words of encouragement as well..

They are really good and I want to share them.. and also I believe anointed by God!!

I would love to forward them on to any one who would also like to get them.. PM me if you would like to be on my email list to get them!! I usually get one every day!!

Here is the one sent through today.. along with the picture.. I only wish I could play the song too!!

That's Jesus
(Grace and peace be multiplied to you in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.
2 Peter 1:2)​

When I wake up in the morning
Put my feet on the floor
I thank Him for the day
That He gave me one more
I give Him all the praise
The one that I adore
That's Jesus! Oh, that's Jesus!​

I was lost and all alone
My heart in need of help
I found eternal life
And lost my fear of death
Because I know the author of
My every breath
That's Jesus! Oh, that's Jesus​

Chorus:
God of glory, majesty!
The Holy One who died for me
Who's the one I long to see?
That's Jesus! Oh, that's Jesus!​

If you're a soul that's lost
And in need of direction
You wonder when you die
If you'll go to heaven
Well, friend I've found the answer
To that very question -
That's Jesus! Oh, that's Jesus!​

Chorus​

That's Jesus! That's Jesus!​

Oh, Father, I am in such awe of You right now, I can hardly breathe! I've listened to this song so many times now since I started this, that Your power and majesty have overwhelmed me. I absolutely believe that You have intended this go out this morning because someone is ready to hear the message. Whether it's in one of the groups that receive this mailing or someone that gets it in a forward. Somewhere out in this virtual world You have prepared a heart to hear of the wonderful name of Jesus! Pour out Your Spirit, Lord God, and may Your kingdom be added to this very day. We join together and ask Your blessings and grace upon those that hear the blessed name of Jesus today. Open their ears, remove the veil from their eyes and let them see Jesus. Amen!​

Randy Travis​

 

[peacechild4]

Newborn Baby Dropped Down 28-Foot Deep Outhouse Saved By Teenage Boy, UN Soldier

by News Staff : Jul 27, 2007 : Hoganson Media
http://www.handsandfeetproject.org/index.php

"I knew this child would be fine. After being dropped 30-feet into a pit and left for dead, and there were no bruises, no signs of trauma, and she was resting? I knew I had witnessed a miracle. Everyone involved knew it."
(Haiti)—The Hands & Feet Project is now the home of 18-day-old Christela Belle, an unwanted newborn baby girl thrown down a 28-foot outhouse hole by her 15-year-old mother and left for dead shortly after she was born on Sunday, July 8, 2007. Rescued by a teenage boy, Toussaint, who attempted to retrieve her before calling police, Christela has now been placed in the protection of the Hands & Feet Project, a children's village in Cyvadier (Jacmel), Haiti.

Rescuer Toussaint knew the mother had always denied being pregnant so when he noticed her leaving the school in Jacmel with a smaller stomach and blood on her legs, he followed the trail of blood to the outhouses behind the school. After hearing the baby, he notified police and attempted to lasso a rope around the baby below to pull her out.
The police and American UN soldier Darry "DJ" Williams arrived on the scene at a set of newly constructed outhouses, where Williams observed Toussaint desperately chipping away at the concrete toilet. "Toussaint told me that the mother had dropped the newborn in the pit because she didn't want it. I could see that the baby was moving and knew that time was of the essence," said Williams.
Williams notified the Sri Lankan Army, serving on behalf of the United Nations (UN) in Haiti, who arrived and quickly worked, breaking the two concrete stalls down, and lowering a soldier into the pit. The soldier wrapped the baby in a towel and secured it to a rope, which was then pulled out of the hole.
The umbilical cord and placenta were intact and a Sri Lankan medic raced the baby to an ambulance. The first hospital was poorly staffed, so Williams contacted an American friend, Drex Stuart of the Hands & Feet Project. "I told the medics to follow me to a private hospital near my house, and I called Drex who operates the Hands & Feet Project. I know that he recently had a set of twins in the private hospital and I asked him to call and notify them of our situation."
Stuart and co-worker, Michelle Meece, arrived at the hospital with Dr. Jolicouer, offering to take the baby in at the Hands & Feet Project, as well as to cover all medical expenses. The doctor advised that the baby looked fine on the outside without any bruises or marks, and no broken bones.
"I knew this child would be fine," said Williams. "After being dropped 30-feet into a pit and left for dead, and there were no bruises, no signs of trauma, and she was resting? I knew I had witnessed a miracle. Everyone involved knew it."

To watch a video of the baby's rescue,
http://www.handsandfeetproject.org/news.php#news0

The Justice of the Peace gave the Hands & Feet Project full rights to the baby. "She is now ours," says Stuart. "A policeman from the station, no doubt a Believer, gave us the baby's first name. He said that Christ must have been there for her, so the three words for 'Christ was there' [in Creole] would be Christela. Her last name is in honor of Audio Adrenaline's song 'Beautiful.' This word translates to Belle."
"Christela is definitely a miracle child and was God's chosen vessel to bridge the gap between the UN, police and the community. I am honored to have been a witness to this miracle. I am also humbled to have been asked by Drex to be her godfather," said Williams.
"I am so amazed by the story of these rescuers," says Mark Stuart, Drex Stuart's son and frontman for the GRAMMY award-winning rock band, Audio Adrenaline. "In Haiti, children are often abandoned and orphaned, and to see the teamwork between the police and the UN soldiers on behalf of this one baby, it is a would-be tragedy turned to joy."
"Without programs like the Hands and Feet Project, many children like Christela would have little hope at all," Mark says. "Not only was this project on hand to help Christela in the early moments of her life, but it will be there for her and other orphaned children in the days and years ahead. We are hoping to help raise a generation in Haiti that will change their country so we can be out of a job and orphanages can be empty."
"Keep praying that we will be here and ready to take children that no one wants or can take care of! Don't forget to pray for the mother, too," says Drex.
Christela's birth mother is a juvenile from Marbial, a small village in the countryside, about 45 minutes from Jacmel. She was put out of her parents' home when she became pregnant and she moved to Jacmel. A judge did sentence her to jail. Medically she is doing well.
The Hands & Feet Project is a children's village in Haiti started in 2004 by Christian band: Audio Adrenaline. It welcomed its first child in 2005 and currently has 20 children ranging in age from 15-days to 9-years-old. The goal of the Hands & Feet Project is to provide a caring and loving environment for orphaned children in Haiti. The need is great and Audio Adrenaline is committed to saving the lives of orphaned children, giving them life more abundantly with a home, food, education and most importantly, the love and acceptance of a Christian family.