A forwarded mail
by missP on Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:04 am
When I found out about the condition of my sister, I prayed. There was nothing else I could do. I'm neither a doctor nor a miracle healer. But I DO STRONGLY believe in Prayers. I have never had a prayer that was NOT answered. This time, once again, my Faith did not fail me.

When I wrote the entry about my sister's condition, I asked for the Lord to guide us in finding the right person as HIS instrument who would help my sister. The doctor that HE deems just perfect for the job to be done.

I received several offers of help and prayers from friends and even from some bloggers. Jennie & Mavic, thanks so much. Madame Beng, Lani and Curacha, your prayers helped us a lot, too! Thank you so much.

My sister Iza who was diagnosed to have two big cysts on her right breast earlier last month had an operation yesterday morning. Thank God it has been a successful one. My aunt and other sister Hazel informed me through their text messages that the operation went well and that infact, Iza was already awake. The doctors are closely monitoring her condition. Although, they already informed my aunt that sister Iza would be able to leave the hospital over the weekend.

When I came home tonight, the first thing I did was open the computer. A small note came up that says "you have 1 new mail". Most of the time I get several mails, funny that this time, I had only 1. When I opened it, it was a forwarded mail. The story hit me bullseye. It seemed like Jesus' reminder to me. Had I forgotten to say "Thank you" to Him after I found out the my sister's operation was successful? Perhaps so. But He graciously reminded me by sending me this mail through his instrument, who is batchmate of mine in high school. Let me please share a story with you. The very same story that confirmed my answered prayer and the very same story that made me reaffirm my Trust and Faith in Jesus.

**********************************************************************************************************

Psalm 55:22 - "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."

This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician ---
I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to
share it with my family and dearest friends
:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic
On Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die -
I barely managed to coast, crusing, into a gas station, glad only that I
would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to
wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make
the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it
looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got
out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs
than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really
haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I
helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman,
the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back
(1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other
side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and
that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were
praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I
was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so
she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to
the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift
certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the
kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump
eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend
left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew
she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally
called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in
California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car She told the kids they
were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to
live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for
safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are
you like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year
angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of
course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and
got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check,
but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the
flutter of their wings...

Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.
He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."


This prayer is powerful and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one
another.

Here is the prayer:

"Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends,
relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new
revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to
their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your
peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence
through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen."

When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could You please get that for me?"

Being blessed is GOOD...being HIGHLY FAVORED is best!