Paul R. Kovatch, MBA - 7-29-2010:  At 29 years of age I was a millionaire. I owned 30 apartment units, 2 restaurants, a large, 10-room home with pool, 3 cars, a motor home, land in 3 states and 2 countries, gold and silver coins, gun and music collections, investments and the list goes on and on. I considered myself pretty "religious" and "self-righteous". I was raised in a large denomination and went to church every week. I believed I was doing what God wanted me to do. If I sinned, all I had to do was ask God to forgive me and I could go and do it all over and over again. I found that all of my decisions, no matter how small or large, were always; how much money will I make? or How much will it cost? I worked 3 jobs and was completing my Masters degree in business. Needless to say, my family suffered. I was never home; my life was so full of stress that I searched for companionship outside of the marriage. While I thought I was blessed by God; it now looks like it was a temptation from the Devil. All that I really valued (wife, children, health and happiness) were lost. My Soul was dead. My compassion was only for what people might think not what God would think. I was doing up to 4 six-packs a day while enticing waitresses with money. When I went through a divorce; which prompted a bankruptcy, I was considering suicide because I had lost all of my material wealth. People who were my friends when I had money didn't come around; but many were quick to laugh at my failures. A stranger came to my house one evening while I was drinking, smoking and watching TV. He was from a local church and wanted to talk about God and the Bible. I had never read the Bible before, at least not for it's teachings on life, now and the eternal. I offered him a beer (which wasn't too smart) and he started to share the Word of God with me. I never felt so much peace in my life as I did when I believed that Jesus loved me so much that He died for ME. My sins put Him on the cross and He loved me so much that He had to show me His love. I finally realized that I was a better person without all those worldly things. I came into this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing. I can truly say that I am "Born Again" and Jesus is LORD of my life. I work for an employer who is bigger than NASA, JPL and the U.S. Government put together. My mission is to collect souls for Christ and the real purpose in life is to glorify God in everything.

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Nillie  6-15-2010:  My story took place when I was four years old and I remember everything because to a little kid it was very dramatizing and I remember it clearly. I always went to church every week and I never thought much of why I went to church and I kind of hated it I didn’t know if there was any purpose of me doing so. During the day and at night I was bothered by shadowy things that were lurking around in our house. I seen them during the day and they resembled some sort of an ashy looking person. And sometimes when my family was around they’d show me that they were there by running by so fast through our hallway or even right through our wall. They’d do this and start appearing more often as my dad drank and had a huge beer party in our house. They began to get stronger in their presence and form, by my dad’s alcohol addiction. I didn’t know how strong they got until one night while I was going to get a drink of water and I wasn’t scared of the dark and walked into the hallway to go to the kitchen something unseen began to push me and I was little so I began to scream and scream. Something in the dark was actually pushing me really hard. I woke up the whole family and my family became frightened and they didn’t know what to do. The shadowy things just kept trying to grab me even when they turned on the hallway and dining room light. They didn’t hesitate to get to me. Then one of my siblings grabbed a bible that was nearby and those shadowy things ran like sissies. I now know the power that is in God’s Word. I am born again and think of this whole experience as God proving to me how powerful his word really is and that he is stronger than anything of this world.

Kim Northrop 6-7-2010:  I was raised in church. My family went to church off and on as a child. I knew about God and Jesus. I knew the whole story of Jesus birth and death, resurrection and could quote scripture at a young age.

When I became a teenager I still went to church but my family life was very unstable; my parents marriage was falling apart. I was picked on in Youth Group a lot at my church and not allowed to participate in many of the events and things in my church because one of the pastor's nieces didn't like me.

My church experience as a teenager was very hard because I was picked on every single Sunday and Wednesday night. I was humiliated in front of the entire group at times and I could not figure out why. So eventually I stopped going to church because I was tired of it.

I started hanging out with kids in the neighborhood who were doing bad stuff. I wanted to try drugs but thanks to God I never did it. I got away from God for many years. I went back to church off and on in my late teens and 20's but I didn't really care for it.

Last year I was working and it had been over five years since I had set foot in a church. I was afraid to go back because of the abuse I had received as a teenager.

I had moved in with my aunt because I had nowhere else to go and one of her rules was I had to go to church.

I was too scared to go back at first. I would sneak off on Sundays and go shopping instead and pretend I went to church.

Finally, I was overweight, highly stressed and on the brink of a breakdown last year 2009. I knew that if I did not make changes soon I was heading for medical problems and even early death. Emotionally I was wrecked, I had been through so many tragedies and been homeless, abused and so many things.

I was at the end of my rope. I could not make the changes to save my own life. I was unable no matter how hard I tried to make a difference because things kept getting worse. Then I cried out to God several times to help me.

I was working one day and I was so angry with God that I said terrible things in my heart to him. When I got done with my spiritual tantrum I realized I was in a very bad place. I quit my job and decided that if God would still have me I would follow him.

I went back to church the following month after I left my job. I began to examine my heart and I realized that I had all my life known about God and played religion but I didn't really know him personally. I wasn't 100% sure if I died I would make it to heaven.

So I gave my heart to The Lord for real, and made a commitment I would stay with him forever no matter what. To make my commitment solid, I got baptized so I would show God I was serious about this.

Not even a month passed when I was taken up in the spirit into heaven, and God introduced me to one of his angels. This angel was sent back with me to help me get rid of demonic activity in my life.

At first I was terrified of the angel. I never saw or heard him when awake.  Sometimes I could feel his hand on my back or sense he was there. I only saw him in dreams.

At this time my dreams began to become very vivid and alive. I was often attacked by demons in dreams. I wrote down all of the significant dreams I had during that time in my life because they were sequential and had a theme running through them.

In the dreams I was healed, taught, delivered, and encouraged. I was warned about returning to a life of sin many times in dreams. God used my dreams to heal all of my past troubles stemming from abuse and other issues in my life.

I saw angels and God in my dreams. I saw them battle demons and witnessed them reconstruct my damaged dream world to a healthy one. I saw prophetic things and experienced what I can only describe as complete miracles.

The angel God sent me has been a good friend in that he has encouraged me in my walk with the Lord. His level of love and devotion for God is what I strive for myself. God sent the angel not only to help me out but to be with me as I went through some difficult times during this process.

To me it is just impossible to tell you how loved I feel by God, for him to have done all of this for me, let alone dying for me. I am eternally grateful to Jesus and I want everyone to know.

The changes I could not make for myself, Jesus has done for me. Things are not perfect now but they are better inside. Now I can go out whole and healed into this life and do what I need to do.

 Brenda Hoeve: 5-26-2010:

DEAR WONDERFUL FATHER OF MIRACLES

Here I am again to snuggle on your lap so you can hear the gratitude pondering in my heart.  You have kept a watchful eye over me even while in my mother’s womb.  I am much older now in body, but my spirit is forever young.  When I talk to you, I don’t come as an adult conversing with another, but as your child.  That is the way it is with all your children.

You have been very good to me.  You did not spoil me so I would be ungrateful, but gave wise instruction and needful discipline.  I am grateful for that.

The first of miracles happened when I believed in you and gave my heart to Jesus in June of 1972.  Amazingly the once atheist became a believer in the Creator of the world and gave my life to the One who paid the price for my sins.  Praise you for giving me faith and hope for salvation from this wicked world and life with you forever.

Another miracle happened when you took away my desire to smoke cigarettes back in the 70’s.  I started smoking secretly when I was ten years old.  By the time I was twenty-five, I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.  Attending the Free Methodist Church, I wanted to teach a Sunday school class.  I still smoked, but wanted to quit.  I wanted to be a good example for my class.

I prayed you’d take away my desire to smoke.  I asked you to make my cigarettes taste like liver because I distaste it.  Or, I gave you an option to give me lung cancer to encourage me to quit.  On my refrigerator I put a picture of blackened lungs (from the American Lung Association) to remind me of what smoking could do to me.

You chose none of my suggestions, but in answered prayer, you simply took away the desire for the taste and smell of a burning cigarette.  I woke up one morning and suddenly realized I didn’t crave or want one.  In fact, I didn’t give smoking any thought until the smoke from George’s cigarette was drifting pass me under my nose and I couldn’t smell it.  Thank you Lord.  I have been smoke free for thirty-three years.

Not only did you deliver me from smoking once, but twice.  The first time was in 1972 when I became a Sunday school teacher.  The second time was 1976.  I was no longer teaching Sunday school.  What happened to cause me to light up again?  It was vanity.  I gained weight, and thought to myself, “I wasn’t this fat when I smoked.”  The devil jumped on that thought and the desire to smoke a cigarette was back.  I smoked twice as much as I did before.  I felt guilty and condemned to hell (tormenting thoughts of the devil).  Because of your mercy and love, you rescued me and relieved me again from my addiction.  Praise your name forever!

Another wonderful miracle happened when you reached down and touched my father’s heart and he gave his life to you.  Dad was angry and fought against you for years.  Dad told me even on his death bed, he would not believe in God.  You knew in his heart, there were wounds that needed to be healed.  On his death bed, dad yielded all hurt, anger and fear over to you.  He prayed for salvation and accepted Jesus as his Savior.  This touched my heart.  To know my dad is at peace with you gives me comfort and peace.  Thank you for the precious gift of eternal life with you.

You have been so kind and helpful, Father, in the smallest details of my life.  I was staining door panels in the basement on Pleasant Street and it appeared I wouldn’t have enough to finish the job without buying more.  I prayed you would make the stain last to finish the work, and you did. 

I remember driving to see Cousin Gloria who lived on Matthews Road.  It was winter with some snow covering the roads.  I was driving the Mercury Grand Marquis that George bought.  Matthew Road was unpaved and in the country.  Part of the road was like a wash board.  As I drove over the numerous bumps, the car lost control and headed for some trees on the driver’s side of the road.  You knew how much I cared for the car, so you sent an angel to keep me from hitting the trees.  Actually, you were probably saving me from being injured or killed, but I was thinking only of my precious car.  The car came within less that two inches from the trees when it came back on the road and under control without a scratch or dent.  I praised you for keeping my car from being damaged, but didn’t think about me being in danger.  Again, your mercy and love rescued me.

I lost my outrageously expensive prescription sunglasses purchased in 2001.  I took them off in a phone booth to look up a number in the directory while traveling through Libby, Montana.  I realized later I didn’t have the sunglasses with me after we long left the area.  I feared the glasses were left on the shelf in the phone booth.  I remembered a convenience store across the street from the phone booth.  When we stopped again, I called the store to ask if anyone had turned in the sunglasses.  The answer was no.  I gave them my home phone number to call should someone turn them in later.

Kendall and Ellen were with us on this trip.  All the way home I agonized over losing my expensive sunglasses.  All of us, except Doug because he was driving, looked all over inside the truck.  We looked under and around the seats and every other crack and crevice.  We looked in concealed places and obvious places with the interior.  My glasses could not be found.  Obviously, someone got a nice pair of glasses found in a phone booth.  They could replace the prescription lens.  The frames were designer from Italy.

I kept praying somehow my glasses would be found and hoped I would find them in the truck.  After we were home and cleaned out the truck, I still did not come across the sunglasses.  I was just sick about it, but still hoped for a miracle.  I can’t remember if it was a day later or within the week that I once again went out to look for my glasses in the truck.  I know Doug used the truck to go to work after being back from our vacation.  One day within that week after Doug returned from work, I wishfully went to look again to find my glasses.  There they were in plain sight on the floor by the passenger seat.  I cried out, “Halleluiah!”  The way I see it Lord, you transported my sunglasses to where I could retrieve them.  You are a good God of miracles.

On Charisa McClure’s wedding day, I was driving down M-100 with plans to attend the wedding ceremony.  A red Ford Thunderbird was ahead of me and slowing down as if to turn at the corner, but did not have its signal lights on.  I slowed down to see if the car would turn.  The car started to leave the main road, so I picked up my speed again.  The Thunderbird changed its mind and came back in front of me.  Automatically, I swerved to miss hitting the Thunderbird.  When I swerved, I lost control of my black Chevy Cavalier.  I couldn’t focus my eyes on the road because I was all over the road.  I heard my tires squawking loudly as the car moved in an erratic manner.  I noticed the car veering towards a telephone pole.  I thought of George.  He hit a telephone pole with his motorcycle and was killed.  Then everything went white.  I thought, “Is this how it’s like to die?”  I felt the impact of the telephone pole stop my car.  I temporarily went in an unconscious state of mind.

When I came to, I was sitting on the passenger side of the car.  The shifting lever was broken off from the console between the front seas.  I noticed my white linen skirt had grease smudged across it.  As I became more aware of my surroundings, I noticed the windshield on the passenger side was smashed from the inside outward.  It was my head that hit it.  Soon, people stood around the scene of the accident and the ambulance arrived.  Some of the witnesses said my car rode on just two wheels, the right front and right rear, for a distance down the road.  My car hit the telephone pole on an angle.  If it hit head on, I would have been killed.  I was not wearing a seat belt.  Usually, I always buckled up, but I freshly painted my fingernails and didn’t want to mess them up to put on my seat belt.

I don’t know if the police that were involved were there to write up a report on the accident.  I never received a ticket.  It was when I was strapped to a transport board and loaded into the ambulance that I felt the chips of broken glass in my hair, scalp and right shoulder.  At the hospital I was given x-ray’s to see if anything was broken.  Nothing was broken.

Loving Father, not only did you preserve my life, you kept me from having any disfiguration to my face and head.  Surely, the long, tangling earrings I was wearing with the wire hooks going through my pierced ears could have ripped my ear lobes when my head rammed through the windshield.  I see; my life really is in your hands.

Are you tired of me on your lap yet?  I know you’re not.  You wish that all your children would come to you in this way. 

You have been very generous to give me the desires of my heart.  My desires are not material, but spiritual.  Some of my desires are yet to be fulfilled, but I know it’s just a matter of time. 

You revealed to me what my guardian angle looks like and what his name is.  His name is Luther, which means, “Mighty Warrior.”  I first saw Luther while at church one Veteran’s Day.  He was dressed in Army military fatigues.  I saw him come in a door from one side of the sanctuary.  I didn’t know at first he was my angel.  I thought he was a veteran who would give a presentation.  I watched him walk in the sanctuary, passing the pew where I was seated, and continued to walk out a door on the other side of the church.  When he walked by the pew, I knew instantly he was my guardian angle.  I said to Doug, “I just saw my guardian angle.”

Sometime later when traveling on US 10 East for Florida, Luther passed us in a military green Dodge four wheel pickup truck.  His right arm was stretched out and resting on the top of the seat.  I noticed a car in the on-coming lanes crossing the medium and heading towards us.  The next thing I saw was the car on the shoulder of the road facing west on our side of the highway.  The driver of the car and us were all safe.  Again your mighty hand of protection saved us.

It was years after George died that you reassured me George is in heaven.  You gave me a vision of him while at church singing a song.  I saw him dressed in a white gown.  He looked refreshed and youthful.  His hair looked glistening and golden yellow.  His eyes were clear and bright blue.  His smile was the same as I’ve known. 

In the vision, I saw the backside of myself walking towards George.  George was walking to go somewhere.  He didn’t see me at first, but when he did, he stopped and smiled at me.  He never said a word, but just kept smiling as I approached him.  I made the remark, “George, you’re so handsome” three times before I reached him to hug him around the neck.  Tears of joy ran down my cheeks.  The vision was over and I was back in the sanctuary before the song was finished.  Thank you Father for confirming my prayers for George were not in vain.

It is a miracle in how you recently took out the hurt, anger and resentments I had in my heart and carried for so many years.  It’s like being “Born again” again.  It’s all a matter of time.  I was never satisfied with myself when displeasing you.  When your children get desperate enough, you’ll help them when they cry out to you.  Thank you, Father for giving me mercy, and unmerited favor.  Now I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. 

I am smiling thinking about you revealing in a dream the new name you will re-name me.  You have been in a habit of changing peoples names.  For instance: Jacob’s name meant “The Deceiver”.  Jacob was a deceiver when he tricked his father in giving him the blessing of the first born.  His father was blind in old age and on his death bed.  Esau was the first born.  He had hairy arms.  Jacob put lambskin over his arms and stood by his father’s bed side to receive the blessings his father thought was being given to Esau.  You changed Jacob’s name later to Israel after he wrested with an “Angel of the Lord.”

You changed Abram’s name to Abraham, father of many and Simon’s name to Peter, the Rock.  It states in your Word in the book of Revelation that each one who is victorious will be given a white stone.  On the stone will be engraved a new name that no one knows except the one who receives it.

In the dream I was pleading with you to tell me what my new name will be.  I guess I was too curious to wait until given a white stone.  You looked at me with a smile on your face, but kept silent for awhile.  I kept pleading with you to tell me.  Then you said, “Ebony”.  The name Ebony means “Highly Prized.”  The name Brenda means “Fiery”, which comes in handy sometimes; don’t you think?  It is better to be highly prized than to just come in handy sometimes.

I could go on and on about all you have done in my life.  It is the reason why I long to be with you in my new spiritual body.  Flesh and blood cannot enter your heavenly realm.

Until that time comes, I must occupy until you come.

Love Always,

Ebony

2-17-2010:  Thankful to God and STEP-BY-STEP WORLD OUTREACH MINISTRIES:  

1- 20-2010:  Just a couple of weeks before Christmas I went to NYC on business with my husband. As he met with his television network clients, I prayed for the Lord to protect us that day, and guide me as I went to see publishing houses.
 
All morning I kept running into the word 'GRACE'. It was all over the place. Too all over the place. I knew that God must be trying to tell me something, so I just prayed a simple prayer and asked him what He was trying to tell me.
 
I got my answer the next day. You see - my husband and I arrived for lunch at the Marriott Marquis on Broadway, and there was police tape up everywhere. We found out through the paper the full story the next day.
 
Apparently, there was a street vendor without a permit trying to sell music CD's. He ended up in a scuffle with the police, and then pulled out his gun to shoot an officer.
 
He fired twice, and the bullets lodged in the officer's police vest. This is when the officer took out his gun, and shot him dead in the exact spot of the breezeway where I was to meet my husband for lunch.
 
The papers confirmed that it was a 'miracle' that no one else was in the immediate vicinity. Then they said that the shooter had stated on one of his rap videos that he was going to shoot a cop, and his gun would jam (it did), and that they were going to shoot him dead (they did).
 
He had a mac semi-automatic weapon, which could fire 1000 rounds per minute (a favorite of the street gangs in NYC). There were 27 bullets left inside the gun when he was killed.
 
The paper also stated that upon reviewing the hotel surveillance video, that it was there was a noticeable air of 'grace under fire' displayed by this veteran police officer.
 
I just sat at my computer, and read this report the next day, and knew when I read those words "GRACE", that it was Gods' grace, and His protection, that my husband and I weren't there any earlier.
 
We had each tried to schedule an earlier lunch, but due to a number of other factors, and then his last client asking for an extra favor as he was about to head out too, we both arrived after this had taken place.
 
So there you go. God is still watching over each one of us. He knows the time that we should go, and until the plans that he has for us are fulfilled, he so graciously covers us with his wonderfully loving protection.

Justine Kasozi:  1-17-2010

I have felt compelled to write since I was a young girl. I found great joy in writing short stories and poems when I was a teenager. I am a very shy person and find it very hard to express myself face to face. In my mind I would get so angry with myself, and even count to three working up the courage to speak. However, on a piece of paper I am able to do anything. I can create a whole new world that I feel comfortable in. I often used poems as a means to express my feelings of distance, sadness and loneliness. I gave up writing as a young adult. Since then I have felt a loss. I always promised myself that I would complete the story I was meant to write before I was thirty. However, that time has come and gone. I tried to tell myself that it was a child’s dream and to move on. Today, though, I find myself here with an overwhelming urge to write. I have been praying a lot, and my testimony keeps coming to mind. Normally I wouldn’t even consider it. The thought of people knowing things about me, that I tried to hide, frightens me to no ends. I used to write as an escape, not to direct a spot light on myself. As time moves on however, the more comfortable I feel with writing about my personal relationship with God. When I took the focus off of myself, I realized why it had taken me so long to write. I didn’t see the bigger picture. I just saw my personal struggles out in broad daylight. Now, I realize that it is my testimony that I am meant to write. All this time I thought I was meant to write some great American novel. If I would have focused more closely on God, I would have realized that my path was laid out for me. I just had to be obedient, and have faith. (NKJV) Isaiah 55:8-9, "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts. We are all meant to give witness of Jesus, and this is my way of witnessing.

My earliest memory of God was when I was five or six years old. I was in the waiting room of a doctor’s office and there on a table was a children’s book about God. It fascinated me. I learned of the ark and all the animals that entered it and the parting of the sea. My eye’s were opened to a whole new world. I fell in love with the Creator of the universe. From then on I communicated with Him often. As an adult I have struggled with my flesh a lot. Looking back I can see the damage that I have created in my life because I allowed my flesh to have control. I have made poor decisions from choosing the wrong career, to bad financial decisions. It is so easy for me to get lost in the world of selfishness, especially now. Everywhere you look there is something to keep you preoccupied from your prayer life, to just knowing who you are. For example, you can live vicariously through reality television, video games or being online. I have allowed these simple minded devises to rob me from the ultimate gift, my relationship with God. All the while He continued to call me.

Letting go and trusting God has been an ongoing learning experience for me. The times that I have let go and trusted God are the most amazing experiences in my life. One time in particular is when my husband got a vasectomy when my first born was only six months old. I was absolutely devastated. As I tried to persuade my husband from going through with it, he would tell me that is was all going to be alright. I would scream inside, "how is it going to be alright!" Prayerfully, my husband has regretted it and agreed to have it reversed. That alone brought so much relief to the pain I was experiencing of possibly never having another child. However, my hope was greatly diminished when I found out the cost of a reversal. I knew we couldn’t possibly afford it. I continued to pray to God that He would allow me to get pregnant regardless of the vasectomy, or bless us with the money to afford the reversal. A year later, my husband called the doctor’s office to double check the cost of the reversal. He figured we were going to pay for the reversal no matter how much it cost. The nurse he spoke to suggested that we call some doctors outside our area, their rates may be lower, she said. I was shocked to find out that they were much lower. It was well over 50 percent cheaper than what it cost locally! Praise God! Today I wonder if it was actually God speaking through my husband when he had told me that everything is going to be alright. I have learned that if I just trust God with everything, He can turn any situation into good.

Ultimately, I wanted to give my testimony because I believe that is what we are all meant to do. (NKJV) Luke 17:12-17, Then as He entered a certain village, there met Him ten men who were lepers, who stood afar off. And they lifted up their voices and said, "Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!" So when He saw them, He said to them, "Go, show yourselves to the priest." And so it was that as they went, they were cleansed. And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, returned, and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. And he was a Samaritan. So Jesus answered and said, "Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine? Many who were saved had changed. Even today, if you were granted to be debt free from all that you owe, wouldn’t you proclaim it to everyone. Exclaim your salvation!