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<blockquote data-quote="Darrin" data-source="post: 63970466" data-attributes="member: 336858"><p><em>So what did God do? He gave them a miracle. The doctors operated, and early Sunday morning she opened her eyes and wiggled her toes. She knows her family and her husband and is now getting stronger every day. When I heard the pastor tell us about it later that morning, I wept more than I ever have in church. I felt God telling me now was the time to write a book called Gods Little Miracles. I also felt that more and more people need to know that no matter what happens in their lives, God is always there and can provide a miracle. People need this book in their life. I came home and told Darrin what happened that day.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>When Sheila came home and told me about the elders wife, it really made an impression on me. Let me explain how God set this up for me, because it was beautiful how He did it.</p><p> </p><p>I had met this elder once or twice, but never really talked to him. I did get a chance to hear him preach one Wednesday night when the church was between preachers.</p><p> </p><p>He walked up on the stage, this man who seemed very quiet and reserved on the surface, and just stood there looking at the floor. After a few moments, he began his sermon with a simple quiet statement, Lemme tell ya bout my passion. </p><p> </p><p>Fifteen minutes later, hes bellowing into the microphone at the top of his lungs, <em>This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh. For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would. But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law. Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. (Galatians 5: 16-25)</em></p><p> </p><p>Needless to say, this man made an impression on me. But, God wasnt done.</p><p> </p><p>A couple of weeks later, Sheila and I were in a local restaurant and had just finished eating. Our waitress walks up and reaches in her pocket to get our ticket. As shes about to lay it on our table, the same elder came walking by and grabbed the ticket from the waitresss hand, smiled at her, waved at us and walked away. I told Sheila, You know, he did that on the spur of the moment, without even really thinking about it. Almost like God told him to do it. I wonder why. </p><p> </p><p>So thats how God set it up. Seriously, looking back it was a chain of events orchestrated by the Great Choreographer of life. When Sheila came home and told me about the lady who had an aneurism and told me who it was, I knew EXACTLY who she was talking about; whereas, a month before, I wouldnt have had a clue. As it was, when she told me, I said, Oh, you mean that nice guy who bought our supper on a whim two weeks ago. Therefore, I was much more <em>affected</em> by the story. I kept thinking, Wow, they had faith. They praised God during the storm. God rewarded that faith with a miracle.</p><p> </p><p>After she told me what happened, Sheila said, Oh, I wish I could write a book. A book about miracles. I had heard her say that before, but this time it really struck a chord with me. Feeling a spark of interest within myself, I started asking questions. I asked what she would write about. She said, God, miracles, what He does for us. But I dont want to write the whole thing. I want other people to add their stories to it. I want their stories about miracles.</p><p> </p><p>The idea already beginning to form, I said, Well, theyd have to write those stories and send them to us, wouldnt they? They could send them to my followthelamb email account I started a few months ago.</p><p> </p><p>We talked about it off and on for the rest of the day and slowly formed a game plan. First, I would have to write a flyer explaining our idea. It took several days to get it right, but this was the final result-</p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><u><span style="font-family: 'Kartika'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Kartika'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"God's Little Miracles"</span></span></span></span></u></strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">We want your miracle stories!</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em>"A lady spoke up in Sunday school class recently and said, 'We are in the middle of the worst drought we've had in years, and yet I looked out the window this morning and saw birds playing and drinking from my birdbath. We can't forget God's little miracles.'"</em></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">My wife and I are hoping to put together a book and have it published. We are requesting stories from people all over Anderson County about the miracles they've witnessed in their lives; big or small, doesn't matter. Anything that you've seen and thought, "That is a miracle of God". Tell us about it. Write us a story. Make an observation. Long or short, ten pages or ten words. Anything that you perceived as being a miracle or thought could only be made possible by the divine work of the Lord. We'll try to compile them all into a book. The final product will be a collection of personal testimonies of the awesome power of our Lord and indisputable proof of His presence in the world and in our lives.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>Send your stories, comments, or any questions via email to: </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">(this website won't allow me to post my email yet, sorry)</span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Send Hand-written or typed submissions to: </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Darrin & Sheila Galloway </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">1725 Bassett Rd. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Palestine, TX. 75803</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Be sure and specify whether you wish to have the story or comment credited to you or would prefer to remain anonymous. Thanks in advance and to God will go all the glory for your efforts.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em>He performs wonders that cant be fathomed,</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-size: 10px">Miracles that cant be counted. (Job 9:10</span></em><span style="font-size: 10px">)</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>We decided our best course of action would be to hand deliver one of these flyers to each and every church in our county. First, we had to get it printed. That in itself turned into quite an ordeal. </p><p> </p><p>Once I finally got the flyer exactly like I wanted it (only after <em>numerous</em> revisions), I told Sheila it was ready to print. She said we were out of printer ink, but she could take it to Office Depot and have them print it. It was two days before payday, or I would have told her to just get an ink cartridge for our printer. </p><p> </p><p>The next morning I was at work and this ladys car wouldnt start. I offered to take her to Wal-Mart to get a new battery. After we got the battery, we were pulling up in the parking lot at my work and she said, I hope this fixes it. Oh, Lord, be with me.. I responded, Oh, yes maam, He will be.</p><p> </p><p>The battery was installed, she cranked er right up, and insisted on giving me twenty dollars. Later in the afternoon, I thought about that money and what I should do with it. It was free money in my opinion. I decided that since it was given to me freely, I would do something for God with it. I thought maybe Id stick it back in my wallet and give it to the next person who asked me for spare change or somebody like that.</p><p> </p><p>Less than an hour later, Sheila called me and said she had been trying for four hours to get that flyer printed. Apparently Office Depot couldnt use the same program that we had used to write it. Nobody in town could. She said, The devils doing everything he can to stop this.</p><p> </p><p>I asked her what could we do and she said, If I just had twenty dollars, I would go buy an ink cartridge and solve all of this. With pleasure, I informed her of where she could quickly acquire twenty bucks. We both gave thanks to God for what was obviously a gift meant to help us along.</p><p> </p><p>After we got the flyer printed, I started passing them out. I gave one each to a couple of church-going co-workers. One of them had a story for me right there on the spot. I came home that night and wrote down what she told me, along with some personal observations-</p><p> </p><p><em>She said she knew this guy who decided to take his son's motorcycle around the block for a little spin. Somehow, he wound up in a wreck. He ran into the back of a car, was thrown off the bike and into the back window of the car, landing in the back seat. He looked down and noticed his knee was busted and beginning to swell. He clamped both hands on his knee and started to rebuke it. Within minutes the swelling began to go down and his knee was fine.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>We have that power. All we have to do is believe. We must believe in our heart and have faith. If we truly have faith, we shouldn't even be surprised when God performs a miracle. Our teacher told us tonight in Bible class that he saw a miracle once and someone else who was there said, "Wow, can you believe it?". David said, "Well yeah, I believe it. I was praying for it.".</em></p><p> </p><p>A few days later, a dear friend of mine approached me and said, Ive got a miracle for your book. She suffers from fallen arches and I had watched her limp around at work for weeks. She said, You know my foot that was bothering me? Well, I was in church Sunday and the pastor was saying, If theres any part of your body that is hurting you or causing you grief, you need to tell it to get in line with the word of God, so I thought, Lets test that theory and guess what? My foot doesnt hurt anymore.</p><p> </p><p>She hopped on the foot a few times to demonstrate. That was two weeks ago and I havent seen her limp one time since that day. </p><p> </p><p>I delivered the first flyer to Bassett Rd Baptist Church on the evening of Friday, Sept, 30th. I delivered 5 or 6 that night. I taped them to the front doors, along with a post-it note saying, "<em>Please place this on your bulletin board or give it to the right person. We are doing this to glorify God and pray He will bless our efforts. Thanks."</em></p><p> </p><p>The next Tuesday, we delivered 35 in six hours, zig-zagging all over town in our 71 Dodge Dart. By Thursday evening we had been to 76 churches.</p><p> </p><p>Thursday was also the day we got our first reply. It was at that point I realized that the best way to write this book would be to write it like a journal, as it happens. People experience things, and then they write a book about it. I dont want to do that. This is going to be a journey, a walk of faith. Right now Im still standing on this side of whats to come, and therefore have no idea where we are going, but still Ill make the offer- Lets take that journey together, in a matter of speaking. Lets all see what beautiful stories God has planned for His book. I have no idea how many people will respond to the flyer. I do know that Ive prayed repeatedly, <em>Just one person from each church, Lord. That would be enough. Five would be even better, but one would suffice. Please Lord, speak to their hearts. If they have something to tell, urge them to trust our sincerity and share it with us. We need as many stories as we can get and I pray in Jesus name that if its your will, you will make it so. Amen. </em></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size: 10px">&#12288;</span></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Darrin, post: 63970466, member: 336858"] [I]So what did God do? He gave them a miracle. The doctors operated, and early Sunday morning she opened her eyes and wiggled her toes. She knows her family and her husband and is now getting stronger every day. When I heard the pastor tell us about it later that morning, I wept more than I ever have in church. I felt God telling me now was the time to write a book called Gods Little Miracles. I also felt that more and more people need to know that no matter what happens in their lives, God is always there and can provide a miracle. People need this book in their life. I came home and told Darrin what happened that day.[/I] When Sheila came home and told me about the elders wife, it really made an impression on me. Let me explain how God set this up for me, because it was beautiful how He did it. I had met this elder once or twice, but never really talked to him. I did get a chance to hear him preach one Wednesday night when the church was between preachers. He walked up on the stage, this man who seemed very quiet and reserved on the surface, and just stood there looking at the floor. After a few moments, he began his sermon with a simple quiet statement, Lemme tell ya bout my passion. Fifteen minutes later, hes bellowing into the microphone at the top of his lungs, [I]This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh. For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would. But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law. Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. (Galatians 5: 16-25)[/I] Needless to say, this man made an impression on me. But, God wasnt done. A couple of weeks later, Sheila and I were in a local restaurant and had just finished eating. Our waitress walks up and reaches in her pocket to get our ticket. As shes about to lay it on our table, the same elder came walking by and grabbed the ticket from the waitresss hand, smiled at her, waved at us and walked away. I told Sheila, You know, he did that on the spur of the moment, without even really thinking about it. Almost like God told him to do it. I wonder why. So thats how God set it up. Seriously, looking back it was a chain of events orchestrated by the Great Choreographer of life. When Sheila came home and told me about the lady who had an aneurism and told me who it was, I knew EXACTLY who she was talking about; whereas, a month before, I wouldnt have had a clue. As it was, when she told me, I said, Oh, you mean that nice guy who bought our supper on a whim two weeks ago. Therefore, I was much more [I]affected[/I] by the story. I kept thinking, Wow, they had faith. They praised God during the storm. God rewarded that faith with a miracle. After she told me what happened, Sheila said, Oh, I wish I could write a book. A book about miracles. I had heard her say that before, but this time it really struck a chord with me. Feeling a spark of interest within myself, I started asking questions. I asked what she would write about. She said, God, miracles, what He does for us. But I dont want to write the whole thing. I want other people to add their stories to it. I want their stories about miracles. The idea already beginning to form, I said, Well, theyd have to write those stories and send them to us, wouldnt they? They could send them to my followthelamb email account I started a few months ago. We talked about it off and on for the rest of the day and slowly formed a game plan. First, I would have to write a flyer explaining our idea. It took several days to get it right, but this was the final result- [CENTER][B][U][FONT=Kartika][SIZE=2][FONT=Kartika][SIZE=2]"God's Little Miracles"[/SIZE][/FONT][/SIZE][/FONT][/U][/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=2]We want your miracle stories![/SIZE] [SIZE=2][I]"A lady spoke up in Sunday school class recently and said, 'We are in the middle of the worst drought we've had in years, and yet I looked out the window this morning and saw birds playing and drinking from my birdbath. We can't forget God's little miracles.'"[/I][/SIZE] [SIZE=2]My wife and I are hoping to put together a book and have it published. We are requesting stories from people all over Anderson County about the miracles they've witnessed in their lives; big or small, doesn't matter. Anything that you've seen and thought, "That is a miracle of God". Tell us about it. Write us a story. Make an observation. Long or short, ten pages or ten words. Anything that you perceived as being a miracle or thought could only be made possible by the divine work of the Lord. We'll try to compile them all into a book. The final product will be a collection of personal testimonies of the awesome power of our Lord and indisputable proof of His presence in the world and in our lives.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][B]Send your stories, comments, or any questions via email to: [/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2](this website won't allow me to post my email yet, sorry)[/SIZE] [B][SIZE=2]Send Hand-written or typed submissions to: [/SIZE][/B] [B][SIZE=2]Darrin & Sheila Galloway [/SIZE][/B] [B][SIZE=2]1725 Bassett Rd. [/SIZE][/B] [B][SIZE=2]Palestine, TX. 75803[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2]Be sure and specify whether you wish to have the story or comment credited to you or would prefer to remain anonymous. Thanks in advance and to God will go all the glory for your efforts.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2][I]He performs wonders that cant be fathomed,[/I][/SIZE] [I][SIZE=2]Miracles that cant be counted. (Job 9:10[/SIZE][/I][SIZE=2])[/SIZE] We decided our best course of action would be to hand deliver one of these flyers to each and every church in our county. First, we had to get it printed. That in itself turned into quite an ordeal. Once I finally got the flyer exactly like I wanted it (only after [I]numerous[/I] revisions), I told Sheila it was ready to print. She said we were out of printer ink, but she could take it to Office Depot and have them print it. It was two days before payday, or I would have told her to just get an ink cartridge for our printer. The next morning I was at work and this ladys car wouldnt start. I offered to take her to Wal-Mart to get a new battery. After we got the battery, we were pulling up in the parking lot at my work and she said, I hope this fixes it. Oh, Lord, be with me.. I responded, Oh, yes maam, He will be. The battery was installed, she cranked er right up, and insisted on giving me twenty dollars. Later in the afternoon, I thought about that money and what I should do with it. It was free money in my opinion. I decided that since it was given to me freely, I would do something for God with it. I thought maybe Id stick it back in my wallet and give it to the next person who asked me for spare change or somebody like that. Less than an hour later, Sheila called me and said she had been trying for four hours to get that flyer printed. Apparently Office Depot couldnt use the same program that we had used to write it. Nobody in town could. She said, The devils doing everything he can to stop this. I asked her what could we do and she said, If I just had twenty dollars, I would go buy an ink cartridge and solve all of this. With pleasure, I informed her of where she could quickly acquire twenty bucks. We both gave thanks to God for what was obviously a gift meant to help us along. After we got the flyer printed, I started passing them out. I gave one each to a couple of church-going co-workers. One of them had a story for me right there on the spot. I came home that night and wrote down what she told me, along with some personal observations- [I]She said she knew this guy who decided to take his son's motorcycle around the block for a little spin. Somehow, he wound up in a wreck. He ran into the back of a car, was thrown off the bike and into the back window of the car, landing in the back seat. He looked down and noticed his knee was busted and beginning to swell. He clamped both hands on his knee and started to rebuke it. Within minutes the swelling began to go down and his knee was fine.[/I] [I]We have that power. All we have to do is believe. We must believe in our heart and have faith. If we truly have faith, we shouldn't even be surprised when God performs a miracle. Our teacher told us tonight in Bible class that he saw a miracle once and someone else who was there said, "Wow, can you believe it?". David said, "Well yeah, I believe it. I was praying for it.".[/I] A few days later, a dear friend of mine approached me and said, Ive got a miracle for your book. She suffers from fallen arches and I had watched her limp around at work for weeks. She said, You know my foot that was bothering me? Well, I was in church Sunday and the pastor was saying, If theres any part of your body that is hurting you or causing you grief, you need to tell it to get in line with the word of God, so I thought, Lets test that theory and guess what? My foot doesnt hurt anymore. She hopped on the foot a few times to demonstrate. That was two weeks ago and I havent seen her limp one time since that day. I delivered the first flyer to Bassett Rd Baptist Church on the evening of Friday, Sept, 30th. I delivered 5 or 6 that night. I taped them to the front doors, along with a post-it note saying, "[I]Please place this on your bulletin board or give it to the right person. We are doing this to glorify God and pray He will bless our efforts. Thanks."[/I] The next Tuesday, we delivered 35 in six hours, zig-zagging all over town in our 71 Dodge Dart. By Thursday evening we had been to 76 churches. Thursday was also the day we got our first reply. It was at that point I realized that the best way to write this book would be to write it like a journal, as it happens. People experience things, and then they write a book about it. I dont want to do that. This is going to be a journey, a walk of faith. Right now Im still standing on this side of whats to come, and therefore have no idea where we are going, but still Ill make the offer- Lets take that journey together, in a matter of speaking. Lets all see what beautiful stories God has planned for His book. I have no idea how many people will respond to the flyer. I do know that Ive prayed repeatedly, [I]Just one person from each church, Lord. That would be enough. Five would be even better, but one would suffice. Please Lord, speak to their hearts. If they have something to tell, urge them to trust our sincerity and share it with us. We need as many stories as we can get and I pray in Jesus name that if its your will, you will make it so. Amen. [/I] [I][SIZE=2] [/SIZE][/I] [/QUOTE]
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