Miracles Happen

Miracles happen today. There are those out there that claim miracles ceased with the completion of the New Testament, but I know better. I have experienced some significant ones myself.  I’d like to share a few with you.

When I was young, I got yeast infections often. Back then, you had to get a prescription for yeast infection creams. When I was pregnant with my youngest son, I developed a yeast infection on a Friday night and by Sunday morning I was so miserable, that I really thought about driving to the emergency room instead of church. But I decided to tough it out until Monday morning because emergency room visits are expensive. At church, during the song portion of the service, I turned toward the back where the doors were. I watched Jesus come in. I was aware that I was seeing in the spirit realm, but it was as real as the physical realm I was standing in. He came up to me and gave me a hug. I was very aware of who He was so I slid down on my knees. He put his hand on my head and without words, asked what I needed. Without words, I said, “Yeast infection.” He put His hand on my head and as He lifted it, I could feel it being drawn out of my body. I haven’t had one since.

My youngest son's birth was a miracle too. While I was pregnant with him, I had a pressure canner blow up on me and had third degree burns on nearly a third of my stomach. I spent weeks with ice packs on my belly and after that he seemed to be moving strangely. It wasn’t the normal kicks and turning, it seemed jerkier, like seizures or something. I hadn’t said anything to anyone, but one Sunday, my pastor’s wife called me to the front of the church and asked everyone to pray over my baby.

I can’t remember her exact prayer, but after that, he began kicking normally again. I thought, well that must be what she had been sensing in her spirit and didn’t think too much about it until the day of his birth. The doc had to break my water and when he did, he told us that Jess had pooped in the amniotic fluid and that he would have to take him to another room to suction his lungs before he could let him breathe. So as soon as he was born, the doc, the nurse, Jesse, and Tom all left the room, but I was not alone. It was like I was in this wonderful bubble filled with the Spirit of God. I should have been afraid, but I was in perfect peace as I remembered Deana’s prayer. “May there be no complications.” Soon I heard the loudspeaker announce a code and I knew that Jesse had died. The enemy came to me and tried to taunt me, but my response was that if Jess was with God, that was the absolute best place for him to be, and still, Deana’s words were permeating every fiber of my being.

Tom returned to the room white as a sheet, but I KNEW that everything would be fine. They worked on him for probably 15 or 20 minutes and managed to bring him back. Afterward, the doc came to me and told me that I needed to arrange to have him go to a neo-natal unit because he hadn’t been able to get all the fluid out of Jesse’s lungs. He then went on to tell me all about the fight we would have ahead of us. Because of the amount of time Jess had been without oxygen and the fluid that was left in his lungs, Jess would face a lot of physical and mental challenges. It was a long list, but when he got done, I sat there holding my baby and said, “OK, can we go home now?”

The doctor probably thought I was in denial and crazy, so he gently advised me to at least wait until the next morning, just to make sure everything was ok. The next morning, he walked in with Jesse and declared, “Well, I’ll be damned! If I had thought this baby would this healthy this morning, I would have sent you home last night. God is so good!

Another was when I was about 30, I was in a Bible study at a neighbor's house. All my life, my left foot had stuck out to the side. It wasn't a huge deal to me so I had never thought to pray about it. But if I sat cross-legged for too long, my knee would hurt. At this particular Bible study, I was sitting on one of those couches that pretty much swallow you, and the only way to stay upright was to sit cross-legged. My knee was kind of hurting when suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around. Both the people beside me had their hands on their Bibles in front of them and the couch was up against a wall. Again, I felt a tap on my shoulder. No way it could be a trickster. Then I heard a voice in my spirit, "Have them pray for that, and I will heal it." So, after the lesson, I asked for prayer. I moved to a chair in the center so everyone could lay hands on me and pray. As the leader laid his hand on my knee, it felt very warm. After that, my foot was straight and has been for over 30 years.

Another time, over the period of several months, I became increasingly constipated and nothing was helping. One Friday night in desperation, I told God that if I didn’t receive healing by Monday, I would have to go to a doctor. We were very poor at the time and had no insurance so that was the last thing I wanted to do. The next morning, I had a dream. In the dream, I went to the doctor and was told that I had a 3-pound tumor that needed to be removed. Still in the dream, I went home and prayed, “LORD, I don’t have the time or the money to deal with this right now. Please take it away from me.” Then I woke up. As I got out of bed, my husband asked, “Have you been losing weight again?” I said, “I don’t think so, I was the same weight I have been when I got on the scales yesterday.” But because he asked, I got on the scales again. I was exactly 3 pounds lighter than I had been the day before. Over the next several days I lost another 5 pounds of backed-up bm.

Honestly, I could go on for quite a while here, about laying hands on people and being knocked over by the power of God, about deliverances, words of knowledge that have shown the way, prophetic dreams …

Do you want to walk in miracles? The closer we get to God, the more light we reflect and the more authority our voices carry. But it’s not so much what we do, but how well we know the voice of God. It comes from intimacy with Father and allowing Holy Spirit to flow through us. Seek Him, and spend time in prayer and in the Word studying this topic. You won’t be disappointed.

No one goes around healing everyone they come across. Even Jesus didn’t do that. He did heal everyone who asked for it. The only place He encountered issues was in His hometown and He chastised them for their unbelief. Jesus said that we would do the works that He did and even greater. It is possible!