Let me start by summarizing something I said in another thread:
I was six months pregnant with my first child when I developed a uterine infection. My water broke prematurely; an ultrasound showed that my amniotic sac was empty. When your water breaks, that's it, the baby is all but born. But here I was only six months along, burning with fever from infection. Neither I nor my child were healthy. I was in the hospital for three weeks. When I did not go into premature labor as they expected, they repeated the ultrasound. My amniotic sac had sealed over and refilled. Even the doctor called it a miracle. My daughter was born full term and in perfect health.
At the age of ten, my sister was riding her bicycle when she was hit by a car. Her pelvis was crushed, her uterus was knocked out of place, and her ovaries were scarred. She was told she would never walk again. I was in the room with her when she suddenly turned a shade of white I've not seen since. It was if she was glowing. She could not turn over in bed by herself, but she turned over. She told me a hand had touched her hip and rolled her in the bed, and she could feel the hand pushing at her bones. I didn't see the hand, but I did see her glowing white face, I saw her roll over, and I saw her walking again within 48 hours. She never even so much as had to pull out of PE class in school. She can run with the best of them. Again, the doctor actually used the word, miracle.
Furthermore, because of the damage to her uterus and ovaries, she was told she could never become a mother. If by some chance she were to become pregnant, either it would have to be a premature delivery, or they'd have to do a cesarian. Today she has an 11-year-old son, who was born full term and natural.
Finally, the powerful name of Jesus once got me out of a terrible scrape that my own foolishness had gotten me into. I was on my way to an employment agency when I lost my way. The agency was located in a part of the city with which I am far from familiar, and I was just plain bumfuzzled. A man offered me a ride; I judged by outward appearance and accepted it. I figured I'd be safe in a car driven by a man wearing a suit and tie.
Well, we hadn't gone very far when his conversation suddenly became very risqué, and I knew what his intentions were. I didn't feel "safe" anymore, that's for certain. He asked me what I liked to do, and though I realized he meant what I liked to do in the bedroom, I gave him an altogether different answer. I told him that what I most liked to do was to go to church and praise Jesus. Then I told him why.
He pulled over and let me out of the car, unharmed. Now I was a little bit closer to the employment agency, in a place where I could find my way.
It was nothing but the name of Jesus that got me out of that situation. It is protection beyond compare.
I was six months pregnant with my first child when I developed a uterine infection. My water broke prematurely; an ultrasound showed that my amniotic sac was empty. When your water breaks, that's it, the baby is all but born. But here I was only six months along, burning with fever from infection. Neither I nor my child were healthy. I was in the hospital for three weeks. When I did not go into premature labor as they expected, they repeated the ultrasound. My amniotic sac had sealed over and refilled. Even the doctor called it a miracle. My daughter was born full term and in perfect health.
At the age of ten, my sister was riding her bicycle when she was hit by a car. Her pelvis was crushed, her uterus was knocked out of place, and her ovaries were scarred. She was told she would never walk again. I was in the room with her when she suddenly turned a shade of white I've not seen since. It was if she was glowing. She could not turn over in bed by herself, but she turned over. She told me a hand had touched her hip and rolled her in the bed, and she could feel the hand pushing at her bones. I didn't see the hand, but I did see her glowing white face, I saw her roll over, and I saw her walking again within 48 hours. She never even so much as had to pull out of PE class in school. She can run with the best of them. Again, the doctor actually used the word, miracle.
Furthermore, because of the damage to her uterus and ovaries, she was told she could never become a mother. If by some chance she were to become pregnant, either it would have to be a premature delivery, or they'd have to do a cesarian. Today she has an 11-year-old son, who was born full term and natural.
Finally, the powerful name of Jesus once got me out of a terrible scrape that my own foolishness had gotten me into. I was on my way to an employment agency when I lost my way. The agency was located in a part of the city with which I am far from familiar, and I was just plain bumfuzzled. A man offered me a ride; I judged by outward appearance and accepted it. I figured I'd be safe in a car driven by a man wearing a suit and tie.
Well, we hadn't gone very far when his conversation suddenly became very risqué, and I knew what his intentions were. I didn't feel "safe" anymore, that's for certain. He asked me what I liked to do, and though I realized he meant what I liked to do in the bedroom, I gave him an altogether different answer. I told him that what I most liked to do was to go to church and praise Jesus. Then I told him why.
He pulled over and let me out of the car, unharmed. Now I was a little bit closer to the employment agency, in a place where I could find my way.
It was nothing but the name of Jesus that got me out of that situation. It is protection beyond compare.
