God's Faithfulness
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Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
As I look back over my relationship with God, two events, which I believe were miracles, stand out that demonstrate the love and faithfulness of God.
Both incidents happened about twenty years ago, when my wife found a lump the size of an acorn in her breast. A mammogram indicated that, on a scale of one to five, the result was about a four and one-half, which would almost certainly be malignant. The doctor explained to Marjorie that he probably would have to perform a radical mastectomy. So, a date was set for her to enter the hospital for a biopsy.
But, it turned out that she had a chest infection that had to be cleared up before she could be given an anesthetic. So, for three weeks, many relatives, friends, and people on prayer chains at several churches all interceded for her with prayer.
On the afternoon before the scheduled biopsy, I took Marjorie to the hospital. The next morning, while shaving, I was extremely nervous and felt as if I was coming apart. As I contemplated a worst case scenario, my hands began to shake and I had to stop shaving.
For three years I had taught the Gospel of John to my eighth grade Sunday school class. I recalled John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid."
As those words popped into my mind, I said, "Father, where is this peace that your Word promises? I have been teaching about it for three years. Help me, Lord!" It was as if someone had turned on a switch, for immediately I was calm and peaceful, and even sang while driving to the hospital.
To me, that was the first miracle.
Before the doctor went into surgery, he said to me, "I will be out in about an hour if everything goes well. But I do have another surgeon ready to assist me if we find a malignancy."
An hour and a half later, my new-found peace was beginning to fray. When the doctor finally came out, he apologized for taking longer than he had told me. He explained that when he made the incision, the acorn-sized lump was no longer there. All that remained was some scar tissue. He sent a sample of it to the lab, and the result was benign. He couldn't believe it, so he sent two more samples to the lab, and they, too, were benign. He concluded by saying, "So your wife is fine, Mr. Evans."
Later, Marjorie asked the doctor if he thought what happened was a miracle. He said, "I've heard of such things. All I know is that you had a lump which is no longer there. There's no other way to account for it. So, yes, I guess I would say it was a miracle."
And, to me, that was the second miracle. How I praise the Lord for his faithfulness and his love!
Both incidents happened about twenty years ago, when my wife found a lump the size of an acorn in her breast. A mammogram indicated that, on a scale of one to five, the result was about a four and one-half, which would almost certainly be malignant. The doctor explained to Marjorie that he probably would have to perform a radical mastectomy. So, a date was set for her to enter the hospital for a biopsy.
But, it turned out that she had a chest infection that had to be cleared up before she could be given an anesthetic. So, for three weeks, many relatives, friends, and people on prayer chains at several churches all interceded for her with prayer.
On the afternoon before the scheduled biopsy, I took Marjorie to the hospital. The next morning, while shaving, I was extremely nervous and felt as if I was coming apart. As I contemplated a worst case scenario, my hands began to shake and I had to stop shaving.
For three years I had taught the Gospel of John to my eighth grade Sunday school class. I recalled John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid."
As those words popped into my mind, I said, "Father, where is this peace that your Word promises? I have been teaching about it for three years. Help me, Lord!" It was as if someone had turned on a switch, for immediately I was calm and peaceful, and even sang while driving to the hospital.
To me, that was the first miracle.
Before the doctor went into surgery, he said to me, "I will be out in about an hour if everything goes well. But I do have another surgeon ready to assist me if we find a malignancy."
An hour and a half later, my new-found peace was beginning to fray. When the doctor finally came out, he apologized for taking longer than he had told me. He explained that when he made the incision, the acorn-sized lump was no longer there. All that remained was some scar tissue. He sent a sample of it to the lab, and the result was benign. He couldn't believe it, so he sent two more samples to the lab, and they, too, were benign. He concluded by saying, "So your wife is fine, Mr. Evans."
Later, Marjorie asked the doctor if he thought what happened was a miracle. He said, "I've heard of such things. All I know is that you had a lump which is no longer there. There's no other way to account for it. So, yes, I guess I would say it was a miracle."
And, to me, that was the second miracle. How I praise the Lord for his faithfulness and his love!
