Last summer I went to New Orleans as a volunteer youth leader to help rebuild a church in the 7th ward that had been wiped out from Hurricane Katrina. My group enjoyed taking breaks from the labor and wandering around the neighborhood, meeting people and listening to their stories.
Shondra wasn't at home in August, 2005 when the levees broke, but several of her young children were. Water levels rose quickly and the youngsters climbed on mattresses. Miraculously, when rescuers entered the house three days later those water-logged mattresses with 4 children on them were still floating. One of the children said she saw an angel in the room.
We played with Shondra's children during the course of the week last July and developed a relationship that extended beyond our time in New Orleans. Some of the youth sent the family Christmas gifts and helped out with clothes and food.
Five days ago, Shondra called me and told me that her 5 year-old son, Jaheim, was not doing very well, again. He has been in and out of the hospital due to colon cancer. He had a turn around for the better in the spring, but recently the doctors told her that there is not much they can do. We prayed together on the phone.
Here's what happened next...Its a bit out of the ordinary... but who can get God to fit into our neat little boxes?....
I'll share what happened by way of a letter I wrote Shondra:
June 18, 2009
Dear Miss Shondra
I’m writing because I wanted to explain that phone call the other day when I asked you to put Jaheim on the line and he listened to that loud horn playing. It must have seemed really odd, so I want to tell you about what happened before I called you. I believe God set up this whole thing for the purpose of healing Jaheim of cancer.
The story starts less than a week ago. A friend of mine called me and said, “turn on the TV show, “Its Supernatural” with Sid Roth. There is a guy who plays the Shofar and people get healed . A shofar is a horn made from a large animal like a big sheep and in ancient times people from Israel used it to call their people to battle. It is the instrument that one day will announce the coming of the King (Jesus) and wake the dead.
A few years ago, this man had been pointed out in a huge group of people and given a prophetic word. He was told, “when the horn blows, cancer goes!” Someone who heard about this man came to see him and asked him if he would blow the horn at his chest. When he did large lumps of cancer disappeared. Ever since then many healings have occurred from the blast of this shofar. So I turned the tv on right when he was about to blast this horn. I listened to it, turned it off and actually didn’t think about it much after that.
On Monday, you called me and told me that Jaheim wasn’t doing well. You also told me that there was something not right where you were living. That there were weird, cold breezes in parts of the house. We prayed that the blood of Jesus would protect you and told Satan and his demons to leave your home by the authority of Jesus. Then you told me to take your number and put it in my cell phone. I think God was talking through you to me. Unfortunately, I didn’t listen at first. I wrote your number down and put it somewhere, but not in my cell phone. I didn’t think I would need it right away.
The next day some people from my prayer group were going to hear someone speak at a bible study and invited me to go along. I thought I was too busy because I’m getting ready to go to Haiti next week with youth from my church to do some physical labor and run a vacation bible school for kids there. I decided to go and we met in someone’s garage about 20 minutes from my house. They had a guest speaker.
It was the same guy who was on the TV show that blows that horn for healing!
I thought of you and Jaheim and asked him if he would do it for someone not present. He told me to call you on the phone and he would play it into the phone.
On no! I didn’t put your number into my cell phone right away! So I called my house and asked my daughter, Keri, to look for this scrap of paper with your number on it. (do you remember Keri, from last summer? She and one of your daughters had fun playing together.) Anyway, I prayed to God she would find it because I have notes all over the house of things to do while I get ready for this trip to Haiti. I tell her where I think it is and pray to God that she will find this needle in a haystack. She says she can’t find it. I tell her to look on the back of every scrap paper and I hear her say: “I found it!”
Then I couldn’t get a hold of you. Someone answered, but I lost the connection. I called about 10 times and kept getting your voicemail. I asked the Shofar man to play it on me as an act for Jaheim.
Afterwards, I made this declaration:
Jaheim will live and will not die. He will become a man of God and serve God. He will share with others the wonderful things that God has done!
Someone spoke up and said the Lord says VICTORY. This is a victory call.
I was so glad to hear that even though I hadn’t gotten through to you.
Then right before I was about to leave you called me! You put Jaheim on the line.
The Shofar man was ministering to someone else by that time. I didn’t feel that I should interrupt so when he was playing the shofar for someone else Jaheim was on the line I told him to listen.
He is such a sweet little boy. Is he doing better?
This is what the sound of that horn blowing means:
When sounded under the anointing of God, the shofar has been known to release the power of God to heal physical bodies, and deliver people from bondage. As the “voice of God”, it is a sound that Satan cannot corrupt, or tolerate. The enemy will flee at the sound of the shofar.
Joel 2:1 instructs us to “blow a shofar in Zion, for the day of the Lord is at hand!”
Miss Shondra – I believe this was God intervening in your life to heal Jaheim and take evil presences out of your house. Believe with me this was a victory call! Look at all the events that God lined up. This is all way more than coincidence. God did this! Lets praise him for Jaheim’s healing. He is doing this! We pray he will be healed in Jesus’ name!
I bless you and your family and your life. God wants to keep doing wonderful things in your family’s life.
Love,
Nancy
Two days later, I got a call from Shondra and she said Jaheim was doing really well. He made the doctor laugh when he told the story that a man played a horn on the phone and it went bom..bom.bom.bom.. and then he said with his child-like wisdom... The man honked the horn and it took the devil out of me!
Everyone who reads this: Please keep praying for Jaheim
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
What else happened in the dining room
May 10
Happy Mother's Day
Last night, I told you about an interesting dream I had recently that took place in the dining room in the house you raised me in. You reminded me of something else that took place in that room on Hazel Avenue. You gave me my prayer start there. I was seven years old and bed-ridden due to rheumatic fever. Dad carried me downstairs in the morning and you and I said our prayers together at the window sill in the dining room. You pulled that white shade down and marked bible verses on the satiny-vinyl surface with your large, flowing handwriting. You even wrote my little poem on it, "never fear, for God is near."
Last night you reminded me of the time we were together at our home-made altar and you said to me, "Nancy, your brother Skip is in trouble. We must pray for him." I can still see the worry on your face. Later, we found out that while we were in Upper Darby praying, Skip was in Ocean City drowning. He and another teenage friend had got caught in an undertow by a jetty. The roiling water had knocked Skip's thick, coke-bottle glasses off and he told his friend, "Bill, save yourself, I can't see." Up on the jetty, a young man recently returned from Vietnam, knew what to do. He formed a human chain with everyone standing nearby who had been helplessy watching. They plucked my brother from the water and saved his life.
Last night you reminded me that as a little child, people used to like to tell me their troubles. You said that I was only five when the crotchedy lady next door, Mrs. Taddy, used to tell me her tales of woe. And that perhaps this quality had led you into the actions that resulted in some of those difficult issues I worked through in my adult years. I know how badly you felt about pouring the depth of your pain into a little child because you had no where else to go with it. I'm so grateful that we persevered through the time that it took for God to work us through to healing and forgiveness.
Last night, you and I and dad prayed together for our nation, for our family and for this land my family lives on. Something happened. Some kind of breakthrough took place. You shared insights, wisdom, and revelation. We felt the power of God. I sense a re-commissioning...a re-joining of hearts... a continuation of what God started in us when as a young child you prayed with me at a window sill in a dining room. Praying in agreement with someone with whom you have fifty years of relationship can be pretty powerful stuff through Jesus' name!
Today we step more fully into the purposes and plans that God has for us to walk out together! I thank you for the legacy of prayer that you've given me. What a blessing you are to everyone who knows you.
I love you, mom.
Nancy
Happy Mother's Day
Last night, I told you about an interesting dream I had recently that took place in the dining room in the house you raised me in. You reminded me of something else that took place in that room on Hazel Avenue. You gave me my prayer start there. I was seven years old and bed-ridden due to rheumatic fever. Dad carried me downstairs in the morning and you and I said our prayers together at the window sill in the dining room. You pulled that white shade down and marked bible verses on the satiny-vinyl surface with your large, flowing handwriting. You even wrote my little poem on it, "never fear, for God is near."
Last night you reminded me of the time we were together at our home-made altar and you said to me, "Nancy, your brother Skip is in trouble. We must pray for him." I can still see the worry on your face. Later, we found out that while we were in Upper Darby praying, Skip was in Ocean City drowning. He and another teenage friend had got caught in an undertow by a jetty. The roiling water had knocked Skip's thick, coke-bottle glasses off and he told his friend, "Bill, save yourself, I can't see." Up on the jetty, a young man recently returned from Vietnam, knew what to do. He formed a human chain with everyone standing nearby who had been helplessy watching. They plucked my brother from the water and saved his life.
Last night you reminded me that as a little child, people used to like to tell me their troubles. You said that I was only five when the crotchedy lady next door, Mrs. Taddy, used to tell me her tales of woe. And that perhaps this quality had led you into the actions that resulted in some of those difficult issues I worked through in my adult years. I know how badly you felt about pouring the depth of your pain into a little child because you had no where else to go with it. I'm so grateful that we persevered through the time that it took for God to work us through to healing and forgiveness.
Last night, you and I and dad prayed together for our nation, for our family and for this land my family lives on. Something happened. Some kind of breakthrough took place. You shared insights, wisdom, and revelation. We felt the power of God. I sense a re-commissioning...a re-joining of hearts... a continuation of what God started in us when as a young child you prayed with me at a window sill in a dining room. Praying in agreement with someone with whom you have fifty years of relationship can be pretty powerful stuff through Jesus' name!
Today we step more fully into the purposes and plans that God has for us to walk out together! I thank you for the legacy of prayer that you've given me. What a blessing you are to everyone who knows you.
I love you, mom.
Nancy
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Revelations 12:11 "They overcame him (the accuser/satan) by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death."
So here you will find we are covered by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ and we will share some of our testimonies of what The Holy Spirit is doing in our lives and what He is showing and teaching us. We are not perfect, but we are forgiven and are living by the grace of God.
Psalm 116:15 " Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
Death in both verses, I believe means not only physical death, but death of our own agendas, reputations...self centeredness. When we need to confess, apologize, let another person have their way instead of us pushing for what we think we want. When we die to our own selfish desires and see other peoples desires and needs as more important than our own. I believe it is precious to the Lord.
Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary, tenth edition; Precious = 1. of great value or high price 2. highly esteemed or cherished, 3. excessively refined.
I'm continually learning this. "IT AIN'T EASY!" But every time we lay aside ourselves in favor of someone else, we lay it aside in favor of Jesus, which means a little more of "His will being done on earth as it is in heaven." And that sounds good to me! - Blessings in the name of Jesus - M
So here you will find we are covered by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ and we will share some of our testimonies of what The Holy Spirit is doing in our lives and what He is showing and teaching us. We are not perfect, but we are forgiven and are living by the grace of God.
Psalm 116:15 " Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
Death in both verses, I believe means not only physical death, but death of our own agendas, reputations...self centeredness. When we need to confess, apologize, let another person have their way instead of us pushing for what we think we want. When we die to our own selfish desires and see other peoples desires and needs as more important than our own. I believe it is precious to the Lord.
Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary, tenth edition; Precious = 1. of great value or high price 2. highly esteemed or cherished, 3. excessively refined.
I'm continually learning this. "IT AIN'T EASY!" But every time we lay aside ourselves in favor of someone else, we lay it aside in favor of Jesus, which means a little more of "His will being done on earth as it is in heaven." And that sounds good to me! - Blessings in the name of Jesus - M
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Brayden Michael and Conditions of the Heart
Last April my daughter, Leigh Ann, was informed that she had a cloven or heart-shaped uterus, and that pregnancy could be difficult, if not unlikely. Yesterday, at 2:10 a.m. Brayden Michael was born.
Last June my daughter was told that her endometriosis could cause her to be infertile. Yesterday at 2:12 a.m. Bradyen Michael cleared his lungs informingly and announced his presence to the world.
Jesus looked at them and said, "for human beings this is impossible, but for God all things are possible." (Matthew 19:26)
Yesterday, a friend of mine from my Friday prayer group visited my daughter in the hospital. Leigh Ann had never met her before and thought she might have the wrong room. Mary Ann knew she was in the right place and stayed but a moment. She said, "we've prayed for this little guy for so long - I just had to see him."
About two weeks ago, Leigh Ann had been hospitalized for observation due to premature ventricular and auricular contractions. I sent out a clarion call for prayer to every praying friend I knew. The e-mail said, "Leigh Ann never had any heart problems before and I ask you to join me in canceling any attack of Satan against my daughter and my unborn grandson through the authority given us as Jesus' disciples (Luke 10:19) "I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. " Join me in praising God for his goodness and mercy and overcoming victory!
Testing didn't uncover any underlying cause of Leigh Ann's out-of-sync palpitations, but they stopped after she was discharged.
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in their midst." (Matthew 18:20)
Afterwards, my friend, Mari-Lou commented, "didn't we pray for Leigh Ann regarding a heart-shaped uterus before Brayden was conceived? Isn't it interesting that she is having heart feelings just before he is to be born? Almost like quotation marks as our Heavenly Father speaks and knits him together in his mommy's womb."
I also think of the Easter Lily miracle when God healed my heart. What is going on here? So many heart messages of late! So I ask myself, "What is the condition of my heart toward God? Do I believe his promises?
Today we celebrate the risen Lord. Through I Peter 1:18-21 I realize I am ransomed from my futile behaviors and attitudes not by material possessions or by what this world offers, but by the precious blood of Christ as a spotless unblemished lamb. He was known before the foundation of the world and revealed in the final time for us, so that we may believe in God who raised Christ from the dead and give him glory, so that our faith and hope are in God.
There it is. The call to examine the condition of our hearts to believe in the one with the power to bring life from death.
I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live."—John 11:25
Blessings of the risen Lord on all.
Last June my daughter was told that her endometriosis could cause her to be infertile. Yesterday at 2:12 a.m. Bradyen Michael cleared his lungs informingly and announced his presence to the world.
The world eagerly blares messages of hoplessness while, the Lord trumpets victory.
Do not look at circumstances. Look at the promises of God
Jesus looked at them and said, "for human beings this is impossible, but for God all things are possible." (Matthew 19:26)
Yesterday, a friend of mine from my Friday prayer group visited my daughter in the hospital. Leigh Ann had never met her before and thought she might have the wrong room. Mary Ann knew she was in the right place and stayed but a moment. She said, "we've prayed for this little guy for so long - I just had to see him."
About two weeks ago, Leigh Ann had been hospitalized for observation due to premature ventricular and auricular contractions. I sent out a clarion call for prayer to every praying friend I knew. The e-mail said, "Leigh Ann never had any heart problems before and I ask you to join me in canceling any attack of Satan against my daughter and my unborn grandson through the authority given us as Jesus' disciples (Luke 10:19) "I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. " Join me in praising God for his goodness and mercy and overcoming victory!
Testing didn't uncover any underlying cause of Leigh Ann's out-of-sync palpitations, but they stopped after she was discharged.
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in their midst." (Matthew 18:20)
Afterwards, my friend, Mari-Lou commented, "didn't we pray for Leigh Ann regarding a heart-shaped uterus before Brayden was conceived? Isn't it interesting that she is having heart feelings just before he is to be born? Almost like quotation marks as our Heavenly Father speaks and knits him together in his mommy's womb."
I also think of the Easter Lily miracle when God healed my heart. What is going on here? So many heart messages of late! So I ask myself, "What is the condition of my heart toward God? Do I believe his promises?
Today we celebrate the risen Lord. Through I Peter 1:18-21 I realize I am ransomed from my futile behaviors and attitudes not by material possessions or by what this world offers, but by the precious blood of Christ as a spotless unblemished lamb. He was known before the foundation of the world and revealed in the final time for us, so that we may believe in God who raised Christ from the dead and give him glory, so that our faith and hope are in God.
There it is. The call to examine the condition of our hearts to believe in the one with the power to bring life from death.
I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live."—John 11:25
Blessings of the risen Lord on all.
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Story of the Easter Lily Miracle
The Easter Lily Miracle
It was the Fourth of July, 1965 and we were on a camping trip to the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Our darling little daughter was seven years old; she looked very pale and fragile. When we discovered she was passing blood with her urine, we came home and got her into see Dr. Vick, our Pediatrician. He immediately put her in the hospital because she was desperately ill with rheumatic fever that damaged her heart and kidneys.
It was a fearful time for us and we were beside ourselves with worry. We prayed and prayed and prayed for her and cried and cried………….dear God please give us FAITH!!!!!! Please let us believe that all things are possible, through You. Everyone loved Nancy and they were praying that she would be healed. She was on every prayer list of every Church around.
Get well cards and gifts poured in for her from well wishers. Nancy wasn’t allowed to walk so her Dad carried her downstairs to make her comfortable on the Sun Porch. She was only allowed very few visitors for fear it would be too stressful, but each day I would allow her friend Patrick to stop in to visit her. He seemed to be a lonely boy, but he loved having Nancy as his friend.
I had made an Altar in our dining room and each day I would carry her to "OUR ALTAR" and together we would kneel in prayer for her recovery. Nancy hung up a prayer card of her very own, "NEVER FEAR FOR GOD IS NEAR".
Whatever the other children in the neighborhood were doing, I planned a similar event indoors so she wouldn’t be left out. If they went on a picnic, I would spread a blanket on the floor, open an umbrella to "shade the sun" to prevent us getting "sunburned." I would pack a picnic lunch for us and we would sit on the blanket and have a grand ole picnic.
We took her regularly to the heart specialist in down town Philadelphia and her Daddy would carry her blocks from the train, to avoid her riding in a wheel chair and feeling like an invalid.
She was in the hospital for three weeks at first, but much to our regret she had to go back for 6 more weeks. I tried very hard to keep a smiling and a positive attitude when I was with her, but when I walked out of her room I would bawl like a baby. I prayed and prayed and prayed, "Dear God save our precious little girl; she is such a little gem."
I had to remind myself that God never gives us more than we are capable of handling. Friends would ask if I ever said, "Why God, why?" because at the same time my mother was having nervous or physical break breakdown and I was helping my sister who had hepatitis. I said, "No, I never question Him, but I do pray continuously for FAITH through Jesus."
One day, I visited her school where she would have been in second grade and looked into her classroom. It was more than I could bear and went into the little girl’s room and I cried and cried. I was grateful that no one came into the room. Nancy had a wonderful, wonderful second grade teacher, Mrs. Abalone, that came to the house three days a week to tutor her. She said that she loved Nancy as she was such a joy to be with and was so willing to study and learn even though she was ill and so weak.
We took her to the doctor regularly for him to monitor her heart and her condition. After five months Dr. Kane, her heart specialist, gave us permission to surprise the family and allow Nancy to walk to the table for the first time for Christmas Dinner. We invited a few close family members. Nancy and I would hold hands and say, "Won’t they be surprised!!!" We were so excited that we could hardly wait. Her big moment came; she walked into the dining room and no one could believe it, there was Nancy with the SMILING FACE. No one could hold back the tears. Everyone rejoiced and praised God. It was the best Christmas dinner.
Her walking was still limited so she trained her dog, Kelly her constant companion, to carry notes to me when I was in another part of the house and Kelly would carry the answer back to her.
I tried so hard to make each day a joyful one, even though my heart was breaking. I would dress her in a nurse’s outfit or whatever so she could pretend. Her nurses kit would be used to bandage her dolls or take their temperature and lovingly nurture them. Kelly even became her patient.
Time seemed like an eternity. Would she ever fully recover? Easter 1966 was approaching and Dr. Kane gave us permission to take her to Church on Easter Sunday. She looked so precious in her new Easter outfit even though she was still very pale and frail looking. Mr. Fell, the Rector, gave her a lily from the Altar that her Daddy planted out doors in our garden. She still had to take it very easy for a full year.
How thrilling! Nancy was given permission to return to school in September. She had passed all her tests with the highest grade under Mrs. Abelone’s tutoring and was promoted to third grade. Dr. Kane continued to check her each month. Thanksgiving came and I praised God our little girl was doing so well because for months we didn’t know if she would make it.
Then came Christmas Day….her Daddy came rushing into the house. "QUICK…QUICK", he said to everyone and we all ran outside. It was Christmas of 1966 and God had provided us with a miracle. The "LILY" that was given to Nancy, many, many weeks ago on Easter Day was now in full bloom on Christmas Day. We jumped with joy for we knew in our hearts and souls that this was a miracle. Never before in that region of Pennsylvania had there been an Easter Lily blooming outdoors on Christmas Day. Easter…yes, but Christmas…no.
We again took her for a check-up with Dr. Kane that week. He examined Nancy and said, "this is a MIRACLE…..THIS CHILD’S HEART IS HEALED. The doctor said, "this is not a result of science. This if from God."
How do you say thanks to God for that? You want to shout from the roof tops…Nancy made it!!! Our hearts sang for joy!!
I thank God for the Miraculous Healing and the Miracle of the Easter Lily.
Written by Eleanor Hart
It was the Fourth of July, 1965 and we were on a camping trip to the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Our darling little daughter was seven years old; she looked very pale and fragile. When we discovered she was passing blood with her urine, we came home and got her into see Dr. Vick, our Pediatrician. He immediately put her in the hospital because she was desperately ill with rheumatic fever that damaged her heart and kidneys.
It was a fearful time for us and we were beside ourselves with worry. We prayed and prayed and prayed for her and cried and cried………….dear God please give us FAITH!!!!!! Please let us believe that all things are possible, through You. Everyone loved Nancy and they were praying that she would be healed. She was on every prayer list of every Church around.
Get well cards and gifts poured in for her from well wishers. Nancy wasn’t allowed to walk so her Dad carried her downstairs to make her comfortable on the Sun Porch. She was only allowed very few visitors for fear it would be too stressful, but each day I would allow her friend Patrick to stop in to visit her. He seemed to be a lonely boy, but he loved having Nancy as his friend.
I had made an Altar in our dining room and each day I would carry her to "OUR ALTAR" and together we would kneel in prayer for her recovery. Nancy hung up a prayer card of her very own, "NEVER FEAR FOR GOD IS NEAR".
Whatever the other children in the neighborhood were doing, I planned a similar event indoors so she wouldn’t be left out. If they went on a picnic, I would spread a blanket on the floor, open an umbrella to "shade the sun" to prevent us getting "sunburned." I would pack a picnic lunch for us and we would sit on the blanket and have a grand ole picnic.
We took her regularly to the heart specialist in down town Philadelphia and her Daddy would carry her blocks from the train, to avoid her riding in a wheel chair and feeling like an invalid.
She was in the hospital for three weeks at first, but much to our regret she had to go back for 6 more weeks. I tried very hard to keep a smiling and a positive attitude when I was with her, but when I walked out of her room I would bawl like a baby. I prayed and prayed and prayed, "Dear God save our precious little girl; she is such a little gem."
I had to remind myself that God never gives us more than we are capable of handling. Friends would ask if I ever said, "Why God, why?" because at the same time my mother was having nervous or physical break breakdown and I was helping my sister who had hepatitis. I said, "No, I never question Him, but I do pray continuously for FAITH through Jesus."
One day, I visited her school where she would have been in second grade and looked into her classroom. It was more than I could bear and went into the little girl’s room and I cried and cried. I was grateful that no one came into the room. Nancy had a wonderful, wonderful second grade teacher, Mrs. Abalone, that came to the house three days a week to tutor her. She said that she loved Nancy as she was such a joy to be with and was so willing to study and learn even though she was ill and so weak.
We took her to the doctor regularly for him to monitor her heart and her condition. After five months Dr. Kane, her heart specialist, gave us permission to surprise the family and allow Nancy to walk to the table for the first time for Christmas Dinner. We invited a few close family members. Nancy and I would hold hands and say, "Won’t they be surprised!!!" We were so excited that we could hardly wait. Her big moment came; she walked into the dining room and no one could believe it, there was Nancy with the SMILING FACE. No one could hold back the tears. Everyone rejoiced and praised God. It was the best Christmas dinner.
Her walking was still limited so she trained her dog, Kelly her constant companion, to carry notes to me when I was in another part of the house and Kelly would carry the answer back to her.
I tried so hard to make each day a joyful one, even though my heart was breaking. I would dress her in a nurse’s outfit or whatever so she could pretend. Her nurses kit would be used to bandage her dolls or take their temperature and lovingly nurture them. Kelly even became her patient.
Time seemed like an eternity. Would she ever fully recover? Easter 1966 was approaching and Dr. Kane gave us permission to take her to Church on Easter Sunday. She looked so precious in her new Easter outfit even though she was still very pale and frail looking. Mr. Fell, the Rector, gave her a lily from the Altar that her Daddy planted out doors in our garden. She still had to take it very easy for a full year.
How thrilling! Nancy was given permission to return to school in September. She had passed all her tests with the highest grade under Mrs. Abelone’s tutoring and was promoted to third grade. Dr. Kane continued to check her each month. Thanksgiving came and I praised God our little girl was doing so well because for months we didn’t know if she would make it.
Then came Christmas Day….her Daddy came rushing into the house. "QUICK…QUICK", he said to everyone and we all ran outside. It was Christmas of 1966 and God had provided us with a miracle. The "LILY" that was given to Nancy, many, many weeks ago on Easter Day was now in full bloom on Christmas Day. We jumped with joy for we knew in our hearts and souls that this was a miracle. Never before in that region of Pennsylvania had there been an Easter Lily blooming outdoors on Christmas Day. Easter…yes, but Christmas…no.
We again took her for a check-up with Dr. Kane that week. He examined Nancy and said, "this is a MIRACLE…..THIS CHILD’S HEART IS HEALED. The doctor said, "this is not a result of science. This if from God."
How do you say thanks to God for that? You want to shout from the roof tops…Nancy made it!!! Our hearts sang for joy!!
I thank God for the Miraculous Healing and the Miracle of the Easter Lily.
Written by Eleanor Hart
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Happy New Year in April?
A New Year?
I celebrated Passover last night with three friends, who aren't observant Jews, either. Not a common occurance in these parts. I wonder if part of the Acts 2 power and love demonstrated in the early church had to do with how these early groups maintained connection with their Jewish roots?
I personally felt attracted to begin a new year by observing this first feast in the cycle of biblical feasts as a symbolic declaration.
"I am leaving behind a stage of life of wandering in the desert and crossing over into the promised land to the fullness of the purposes and plans that God has for my life!"
As the Isaelites obeyed the edicts of God through Moses, the only hope they had to move from death to life was through the applied blood of the lamb over the doorposts of their dwellings. By faith I apply the blood of Jesus, the true passover lamb and walk in vivifying newness. I feel it. It is a new day! Looking out my window I see the blazing color of a 10-foot yellow forsythia bush; It's God's creation exclaiming the newness of life in fresh vibrancy!
A new blog
Its a great day for posting the first entry to: prayer blog and Jesus! I am Nancy, one of two Scribing sisters; You'll meet my friend and co-authoress, in upcoming postings. Our heart is to create a space for sharing Jesus from the miraculous to the mundane, in the hopes that faith might explode in those who hear what God is doing in our lives and the lives of others. We hope to offer a forum for answered prayer testimony as well as engage in prayer ministry. We'll see how it unfolds!
A new grandchild.
Tomorrow, my daughter who is 40 weeks pregnant, is scheduled to have labor induced!
Its my first grandchild! I'll have to keep you posted on this one!
Next Posting: The Story of the Easter Lily Miracle
Prayer: "Father God, I pray a blessing on every person who reads this. May your Holy Spirit enter all our hearts and open us to the fullness of the plans that you have for our lives. May this season when we observe the death and resurrection of your son, Jesus, speak to each one of us, as we consider how the innocent one became guilty, so that the guilty could become innocent."
Amen.
I celebrated Passover last night with three friends, who aren't observant Jews, either. Not a common occurance in these parts. I wonder if part of the Acts 2 power and love demonstrated in the early church had to do with how these early groups maintained connection with their Jewish roots?
I personally felt attracted to begin a new year by observing this first feast in the cycle of biblical feasts as a symbolic declaration.
"I am leaving behind a stage of life of wandering in the desert and crossing over into the promised land to the fullness of the purposes and plans that God has for my life!"
As the Isaelites obeyed the edicts of God through Moses, the only hope they had to move from death to life was through the applied blood of the lamb over the doorposts of their dwellings. By faith I apply the blood of Jesus, the true passover lamb and walk in vivifying newness. I feel it. It is a new day! Looking out my window I see the blazing color of a 10-foot yellow forsythia bush; It's God's creation exclaiming the newness of life in fresh vibrancy!
A new blog
Its a great day for posting the first entry to: prayer blog and Jesus! I am Nancy, one of two Scribing sisters; You'll meet my friend and co-authoress, in upcoming postings. Our heart is to create a space for sharing Jesus from the miraculous to the mundane, in the hopes that faith might explode in those who hear what God is doing in our lives and the lives of others. We hope to offer a forum for answered prayer testimony as well as engage in prayer ministry. We'll see how it unfolds!
A new grandchild.
Tomorrow, my daughter who is 40 weeks pregnant, is scheduled to have labor induced!
Its my first grandchild! I'll have to keep you posted on this one!
Next Posting: The Story of the Easter Lily Miracle
Prayer: "Father God, I pray a blessing on every person who reads this. May your Holy Spirit enter all our hearts and open us to the fullness of the plans that you have for our lives. May this season when we observe the death and resurrection of your son, Jesus, speak to each one of us, as we consider how the innocent one became guilty, so that the guilty could become innocent."
Amen.
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