From Continued Miracles
Excerpts from Debra Stout's BookDebra Stout is like me. She seeks out the moving of the Spirit of God and reports on it. In fact she has compiled a book of miracle stories that undeniable testify of the goodness of God.
Her book is rightfully called Continued Miracles proving the miraculous hand of God recorded in the bible is still active today. These stories are not just spectacles but evidences of God invading the natural lives of people with his supernatural love. With her permission we are publishing a few of those encounters in this article. Hopefully they will encourage you to share your miraculous God encounters with the body of Christ, the world, and the Voice of One. Excerpt One
An Unexpected Recovery (Carolyn) I had a hysterectomy years ago around Mother’s Day, and while most women want to forget this surgery, I have a special reason for remembering mine. That Mother’s Day would be different. I prayed before surgery and just prior to undergoing anesthesia. My church friends prayed, too. Usually after this type of surgery, it takes a day for the anesthesia to wear off, but I didn’t recover from anesthesia for two days. On Thursday, I thought it was Tuesday. |
Once I was coherent, my doctor informed me that complications occurred as a result of the surgery, and I might have nerve damage in my left leg for the rest of my life. My left leg kept collapsing under me when I put weight on it. I needed a cane for balance and stability.
A week after my discharge from the hospital, I took a shower, and I sensed God prompting me to turn off the cold water and let the hot water hit my left leg. My husband came in the bathroom because he heard mumbling, and he found me in the shower with only the hot water running. He thought I would scald my leg. Two days later, my left leg began to recover. I had less numbness and more strength. My prayers for the healing of my leg were answered.
A week later I went to the doctor for a follow-up appointment, and he was excited to learn that my left leg was healed. It was by the stripes of Jesus that I was healed. The doctor was amazed. I was even able to return to my job as a certified nurse’s aide.
Reflecting on This Miracle
O Lord my God, I cried to You, and You healed me.
—Psalm 30:2
Carolyn’s Reflections
This experience has brought me even closer to God and given me the incentive to share with others. Only God knows what would have happened if I had not been healed. I thank God every day for Jesus shedding his blood on the cross and for the knowledge that He gave His life to save us.
I wish everyone could know and believe in Him.
Your Response
Do you pray prior to surgery? What would your attitude be toward God if you prayed and your surgery didn’t turn out as you expected?
A week after my discharge from the hospital, I took a shower, and I sensed God prompting me to turn off the cold water and let the hot water hit my left leg. My husband came in the bathroom because he heard mumbling, and he found me in the shower with only the hot water running. He thought I would scald my leg. Two days later, my left leg began to recover. I had less numbness and more strength. My prayers for the healing of my leg were answered.
A week later I went to the doctor for a follow-up appointment, and he was excited to learn that my left leg was healed. It was by the stripes of Jesus that I was healed. The doctor was amazed. I was even able to return to my job as a certified nurse’s aide.
Reflecting on This Miracle
O Lord my God, I cried to You, and You healed me.
—Psalm 30:2
Carolyn’s Reflections
This experience has brought me even closer to God and given me the incentive to share with others. Only God knows what would have happened if I had not been healed. I thank God every day for Jesus shedding his blood on the cross and for the knowledge that He gave His life to save us.
I wish everyone could know and believe in Him.
Your Response
Do you pray prior to surgery? What would your attitude be toward God if you prayed and your surgery didn’t turn out as you expected?
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Excerpt 2
Free Indeed (Mr. D)
I was a married man living in the Philadelphia area and working in corporate America. My life appeared to be normal and successful. I went about business as usual every day, but I was living with a secret. I was desperately trying to break free from a lifestyle of cocaine use and homosexual
behavior.
In 1985, I decided to get tested for HIV. Will I get AIDS? Do I already have AIDS? These questions plagued me. I was devastated when the blood results came back positive. It may sound incredible, but, in spite of all this, I was a believer who knew the Bible and attended church. After getting my diagnosis, I prayed through Psalm 91, a warfare psalm. After saying these verses out loud, I heard the Lord say to me, “You will be all right.” Even though I heard this, I felt the need to confide in a Christian friend. My friend did
not judge me for what I had done. She showed compassion and love and gave me words of encouragement, as well as Scriptures of comfort. Most of all, she prayed for me.
I also read the book God’s Medicine by Kenneth W. Hagin. Mr. Hagin wrote about how God healed him of an incurable disease while he was bedridden as a teenager. The end of the book provides a list of Scriptures on healing.
I confessed these Scriptures out loud daily and eventually memorized them. Each time I went to the doctor, I expected the results to be negative, but they were always positive. Thankfully, however, nothing in the results indicated I had full-blown AIDS.
Later, I wrote to a prominent pastor out of state. The pastor prayed and wrote back to me. I was encouraged to get the letter but stunned at his response. He said I was trying to conquer my drug addiction on my own instead of letting Jesus do the work. I thought that if I recited Scripture many times, I would receive the manifestation of a healing. I wanted to do the work, and I wouldn’t let the grace of God operate.
I wanted the issue resolved, so I did not give up. A Christian doctor examined me. He felt that the original test should be repeated along with a more advanced western blot test. The routine blood test results came back positive, but the western blot test came back negative. This only caused me more confusion and anxiety. Each time blood results came back, I snorted cocaine, but the following day, I always confessed Scripture.
Finally, I shared my test results with my pastor, a godly man who sought the Lord in prayer before discussing the subject with me. He confirmed the comments of the previous pastor and added more. He told me to stop looking for the promise in the test results and just take God at His word.
I decided to do the two tests once more. This time both results came back clean, but, instead of rejoicing, I decided I wasn’t worthy of these good results because I had not done enough to deserve the clean diagnosis. Feeling low, I snorted cocaine again because it was my coping mechanism. I used cocaine once every three or four months over the last two years of my battle with drugs, despite going to work every day, despite praying and attending church.
I decided to consult a third doctor who performed more tests. Because I didn’t like the results he gave me, I returned to the Christian doctor who had conferenced with other experts. They concluded that I had built up antibodies to the HIV virus. I didn’t have and would never get AIDS.
My relief and freedom from fear did not change my low self-esteem. At this point, I listened to a Christian teaching tape series entitled “Faith Righteousness.” The basic premise of the series was that Jesus did it all on the cross for us, and it was finished. The main Scripture mentioned on the tape was, “There remains therefore a rest for the people of God. For he who has entered His rest has himself ceased from his works as God did from His” (Heb. 4:9–10).
About a year later, I was free from cocaine. I am glad to declare that I haven’t touched it for sixteen years. Now, I am free indeed.
Free Indeed (Mr. D)
I was a married man living in the Philadelphia area and working in corporate America. My life appeared to be normal and successful. I went about business as usual every day, but I was living with a secret. I was desperately trying to break free from a lifestyle of cocaine use and homosexual
behavior.
In 1985, I decided to get tested for HIV. Will I get AIDS? Do I already have AIDS? These questions plagued me. I was devastated when the blood results came back positive. It may sound incredible, but, in spite of all this, I was a believer who knew the Bible and attended church. After getting my diagnosis, I prayed through Psalm 91, a warfare psalm. After saying these verses out loud, I heard the Lord say to me, “You will be all right.” Even though I heard this, I felt the need to confide in a Christian friend. My friend did
not judge me for what I had done. She showed compassion and love and gave me words of encouragement, as well as Scriptures of comfort. Most of all, she prayed for me.
I also read the book God’s Medicine by Kenneth W. Hagin. Mr. Hagin wrote about how God healed him of an incurable disease while he was bedridden as a teenager. The end of the book provides a list of Scriptures on healing.
I confessed these Scriptures out loud daily and eventually memorized them. Each time I went to the doctor, I expected the results to be negative, but they were always positive. Thankfully, however, nothing in the results indicated I had full-blown AIDS.
Later, I wrote to a prominent pastor out of state. The pastor prayed and wrote back to me. I was encouraged to get the letter but stunned at his response. He said I was trying to conquer my drug addiction on my own instead of letting Jesus do the work. I thought that if I recited Scripture many times, I would receive the manifestation of a healing. I wanted to do the work, and I wouldn’t let the grace of God operate.
I wanted the issue resolved, so I did not give up. A Christian doctor examined me. He felt that the original test should be repeated along with a more advanced western blot test. The routine blood test results came back positive, but the western blot test came back negative. This only caused me more confusion and anxiety. Each time blood results came back, I snorted cocaine, but the following day, I always confessed Scripture.
Finally, I shared my test results with my pastor, a godly man who sought the Lord in prayer before discussing the subject with me. He confirmed the comments of the previous pastor and added more. He told me to stop looking for the promise in the test results and just take God at His word.
I decided to do the two tests once more. This time both results came back clean, but, instead of rejoicing, I decided I wasn’t worthy of these good results because I had not done enough to deserve the clean diagnosis. Feeling low, I snorted cocaine again because it was my coping mechanism. I used cocaine once every three or four months over the last two years of my battle with drugs, despite going to work every day, despite praying and attending church.
I decided to consult a third doctor who performed more tests. Because I didn’t like the results he gave me, I returned to the Christian doctor who had conferenced with other experts. They concluded that I had built up antibodies to the HIV virus. I didn’t have and would never get AIDS.
My relief and freedom from fear did not change my low self-esteem. At this point, I listened to a Christian teaching tape series entitled “Faith Righteousness.” The basic premise of the series was that Jesus did it all on the cross for us, and it was finished. The main Scripture mentioned on the tape was, “There remains therefore a rest for the people of God. For he who has entered His rest has himself ceased from his works as God did from His” (Heb. 4:9–10).
About a year later, I was free from cocaine. I am glad to declare that I haven’t touched it for sixteen years. Now, I am free indeed.
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Excerpt 2
My Delivery Angel (Sandy)
I was rolling out pizza dough on a Friday afternoon when my water broke. “Well, cancel the pizza for tonight,” I thought. My pregnancy had been uneventful, so now that it was time to go to the hospital, I wasn’t worried. I was pleased our second son was about to arrive.
Because my husband Harry was at work, and my mother was watching our other son, our next-door neighbor Margie and Harry’s cousin drove me to the hospital. I contacted my husband on the way and signed in at the admissions office. Nurses ushered me to the labor room where I was connected to an intravenous drip.
I had a blood condition that required a platelet transfusion during delivery to prevent both my baby and me from bleeding to death. Due to some sort of error, however, I was not given an intravenous with platelets. They wheeled me into the delivery room as my labor pains increased in intensity.
As I was waiting for the delivery team to come in, an angel appeared, dressed in bright white. She faced the IV bag and placed her hands on both sides of it. The entire room had a supernatural white aura. In astonishment I asked the angel, “Are those platelets?” The color of the platelet solution should have been red not yellow. “Sandy, don’t worry about anything,” the angel replied without turning toward me. “Everything has been taken care of.”
Then the angel disappeared and didn’t return. I was in awe that God would dispatch an angel for me. When the angel left the room, the delivery team took over. I was relieved to have a normal delivery and a healthy baby boy.
Tears streamed down my face and fell on the pillow when I returned to my room. My gynecologist strolled in and asked me, “Sandy, what did you do?” I looked at him, perplexed, and replied, “What do you mean?” He explained that he had reserved a slab in the morgue for me and my baby son. We weren’t expected to survive the delivery because I had never received the platelets. We both could have hemorrhaged to death.
The gynecologist suggested that perhaps we survived because of a required medication I had been taking, but I had a different explanation. As he listened intently, I told him of the unexpected appearance of an angel, appointed to rescue my delivery and bring us out safely. “God spared our lives,” I said. “I believe my prayers and those of my mom and grandmother and the love of God brought us through.”
My Delivery Angel (Sandy)
I was rolling out pizza dough on a Friday afternoon when my water broke. “Well, cancel the pizza for tonight,” I thought. My pregnancy had been uneventful, so now that it was time to go to the hospital, I wasn’t worried. I was pleased our second son was about to arrive.
Because my husband Harry was at work, and my mother was watching our other son, our next-door neighbor Margie and Harry’s cousin drove me to the hospital. I contacted my husband on the way and signed in at the admissions office. Nurses ushered me to the labor room where I was connected to an intravenous drip.
I had a blood condition that required a platelet transfusion during delivery to prevent both my baby and me from bleeding to death. Due to some sort of error, however, I was not given an intravenous with platelets. They wheeled me into the delivery room as my labor pains increased in intensity.
As I was waiting for the delivery team to come in, an angel appeared, dressed in bright white. She faced the IV bag and placed her hands on both sides of it. The entire room had a supernatural white aura. In astonishment I asked the angel, “Are those platelets?” The color of the platelet solution should have been red not yellow. “Sandy, don’t worry about anything,” the angel replied without turning toward me. “Everything has been taken care of.”
Then the angel disappeared and didn’t return. I was in awe that God would dispatch an angel for me. When the angel left the room, the delivery team took over. I was relieved to have a normal delivery and a healthy baby boy.
Tears streamed down my face and fell on the pillow when I returned to my room. My gynecologist strolled in and asked me, “Sandy, what did you do?” I looked at him, perplexed, and replied, “What do you mean?” He explained that he had reserved a slab in the morgue for me and my baby son. We weren’t expected to survive the delivery because I had never received the platelets. We both could have hemorrhaged to death.
The gynecologist suggested that perhaps we survived because of a required medication I had been taking, but I had a different explanation. As he listened intently, I told him of the unexpected appearance of an angel, appointed to rescue my delivery and bring us out safely. “God spared our lives,” I said. “I believe my prayers and those of my mom and grandmother and the love of God brought us through.”
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