Experiences In Your Own Words

[islandboy]

Can you think of the times in your life that prayer was answered in a way you could never expect or imagine. Would you share these experiences with us, so that those new and old to the blessings of our Lord might see his mighty hand at work in their lives or through the lives of others.
I'll get this started.
When I was still very young I spent every summer at my uncle's farm. One fall day my uncle saw some deer up in our back field behind the house, and since we were low on meat he decided that to try to shoot a buck in the herd. I remember going out in the yard and watching him aim the gun at the buck. I remember thinking "Yes, shoot him, kill him". Well, my uncle shot, and shot again and missed both times, and having only two bullets, the deer ran off unharmed. Later that night I had gone up to bed and in thinking about this I had become very sad and started crying. I ask God, "If I could see that buck one more time I would tell him I was sorry and I didn't really want him to die". Finishing my prayer I cried myself to sleep. In the night I awoke with the feeling of a hand on my head and a feeling inside that I was to get up and look out the window. It was very cold and I didn't want to get out from under my wool blanket, but the feeling persisted and so I got out of bed. The windows were frosted up and there was a scant two inches to peer out, but I looked out the window and that big buck was standing out there in the field beneath my window. I told him "I never wanted him to die and I was sorry for having said so". Then the buck walked out of my line of vision at that window, so I hurried over to the other window, but the field was empty. I took a piece of paper and wrote down what had happened and put it in my Bible. The next morning it was still there and I knew it had not been a dream. I checked the field for hoof prints but the ground was frozen solid. It was my faith in God that brought about my answered prayer and though this happened over 40 years ago, I have never forgotten the lesson that I learned so very long ago.

[Maryjane]

My grandmother was put into the hospital to have her leg amputated due to cancer...I went to her room to see her and there was a pastor behind the curtain praying for someone in the bed beside my grandmother...I asked the pastor if he would pray for my grandmother and he did...
I went and sat in the lobby with my mother and in the lobby was a man with 5 children..he had an unlit cigar in his mouth and he was trying to get the children to behave..as I sat watching him..a soft voice said.."Tell Him"..I looked at my mother and asked her what she wanted and she said she did not say anythig..I sat and again as I watched this man, I heard the voice again and I got up went to the man and he said..'WHAT DO YOU WANT" I could see my mother signaling me to get back to my seat..I don't even know how I began to tell him of Jesus but before I knew it, the man was on his knees with his children...The pastor that prayed for my grandmother walked in ther lobby and began shouting Praise the Lord...he hugged the man and it was the most joyous site I had ever seen...It happened to be that the woman in the bed next to my grandmother prayed her husband would accept the Lord. 
A year later..I had to ride the bus to see my mother...I arrived late and I had to call a cab to take me to my mother's house...The driver kept looking at me and he pulled over and I was so scared..He turned around and said.."I know you"..My wife died but she left me Jesus" The man did not even look the same...and I cried when he told me how his wife had prayed for such a long time...The Lord loved this woman so much that He used a baby christian to go and tell...I will never forget the power of prayer...and always go and tell...

[Faithin1]

islandboy and Maryjane, these are both beautiful testimonies of the power and majesty of our Lord.  I will have to return to this thread later, while I contemplate my own testimony.  Thank you for sharing.

[Okie]

I don't think this is exactly what you are looking for, but I want to share anyways.

My DH and I have recently built an addition on to our house. We didn't put enough pitch on the roof and it sagged with all the heavy rains. We brought in a Bois D'Arc fence post to hold the roof up until the rains left and we could rebuild our roof.( We now have a nice gable roof built, like we should have to begin with.)
 I was sitting at my computer desk. My chair was where it always is. I kept feeling like something was mentally nudging me to move my chair. I finally did move it over about 6 inches. WHAM!!!! The sun had come out, dried the roof enough that it lifted off the post. The post fell and hit my desk. It cracked this solid oak desk, grazed my arm, smashed a tea glass into glitter sized pieces. If I hadn't moved my chair, it would have crushed my skull. It hit hard enough that there is no way I would have survived. I always pray that God will keep me safe and he came through with flying colors.
 I didn't even freak out when it happened. The first thing that went through my mind was that God has a plan for me.
 My Husband freaked enough for both of us. LOL
I am still finding tiny slivers of glass.

[islandboy]

Your experience fits in just fine. It's not always about the asking, the receivings are a blessing as well. Thanks for sharing. Your experience may help someone else to examine their own life for God's little miracles that we sometimes pass off as just plain good luck.

[faithgranny]

In 1989 I had to have surgery.  First no one at church knew this and my husband was away and wound not come back to be with me for my surgery.  I felt so all alone and was sad and frightened about it.  At church I asked for unspoken prayer.  A lady from church came up to me and said that the Lord had spoken to her. Her words were " Do not be affraid of your surgery and do not lean on mankind to be by your side.  I am the God of all and I have never left you."  My fear and frustration left immediately and on the day of the surgery that Pastor came in to pray before it was to take place.  After surgery I was told by my Dr and the OR staff that I didn't look like a person being operated on at all.  I had a glow about me. Then I shared Jesus with those who came into my room and told them that HE was the reason for the glow it was Jesus being where no man could be.

[musicllover]

I love to read how God has moved in our lives, the words tells us to recall and mention. I have several times I feel the Lord has directed me or gave me a nudging to do something. Something as simple as telling a lady who called my home to do a follow up on some tech support I needed. I felt Thatt I should tell her tha the Lord understands, and he will see you through. I'm not sure what that meant to her but she immediately began to cry and told me that yes she did understand and she needed to hear that. We hung up and I have no idea who she is, or why the Lord gave her that message. But to him be the glory.
Another awesome experience,
Several years ago before going on my first ever mission trip with my church we were encouraged to pray and fast, to learn to listen and build ourselves up in the word. We were going to visit a place that was known for drunkenness, drugs, witchcraft, voodoo, evil of all kinds, and where anything goes except Christianity, Christians were hated. I began keeping a journal of my prayers and experiences before the trip as well as during. As I was instructed to do by my leadership I began several weeks before the trip to build myself up by praying and reading the word. One early morning during my quiet time I had the strong impression I was to pray for Maria. I didn't go to church with anyone by this name, didn't have any friends with that name, I had no idea who she was. I wrote it down in my journal and as the days came closer to our trip I continually bathed this person with prayer. During the trip I witnessed to several people, and I always asked for their names, thinking that one of them was named Maria. I had shared the name with my group and they too would ask people their names. But no Maria. We had some very scary experiences with the local witches and voodoo religions. We stayed out late one evening instead of going back to the host church, which was mistake on our parts,our host Pastor and had told us to not to, but it was our choice. Not long after dark drums begin to beat, kids of all ages begin to gather. I knew the drums I heard where of the void cults because I'd seen the clans pushing then around on two wheeled carts. Someone had built a huge fire feeding it till it was pretty big, the drummer was in a frenzy but the rhythm was perfect, it seemed like the beat went on for hours. I was both fascinated and scared, I love music and I couldn't understand how someone could go on and on with that pace. Eventually Kids begin to act very weird dancing around the fire, running up cement step and back down sweat pouring off their bodies. Some would run throwing themselves into brick walls, or jumping in the fire pit, screaming, totally out of control and demon filled as the drums beat faster and faster. My group and I were in the middle of all this, they didn't touch us but if looks could kill, and the things they screamed at us, was evil. All we could do was stand together and pray, which we did as we waited for a bus to pick us up. We made it back to our host church shaken but thankful that God seen us through and promising ourselves that we wouldn't do that again. The rest of the week we witnessed mostly to the street kids during the day light hours, but all week long I didn't meet a Maria, somehow I had thought my prayers were going to be for someone I met on the trip. I had decided by the last day I would continue to pray for her, but was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't met her. The group I was with were packed and ready to head home when one of them wanted to look in a gift shop, I wondered through out the store looking at the souvenirs. I looked at some dolls similar to a Barbie doll on a stand, with a pretty very colorful dress and a head wrap, looking down there a name was wrote on the base, Maria, voodoo queen 1996. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I immediately asked the clerk to explain, it seems in this particular religion a new queen is chosen every year, and her name as long as she is the queen is Maria. I then realized I wasn't praying for a person as much as I was praying for protection from the influences of the evil in that place. I had met my Maria the night we stayed out when we should have returned to our host Church. By praying for who I though was a person I was praying and hedge of protection as well, I was praying against the evil of voodoo, it was us who actually received the protection.

God is so good,
musicllover