Raised in the Appalachian mountains and square in the middle of the Bible belt, church was nothing new to me. My mother brought me to church shortly after my birth. She taught me good values and the importance of prayer.  As I entered high school, it was mom who said, “When you do what is right, regardless of your situation or pressures, you’ll find yourself alone at your locker more than you find yourself with friends.” Boy was she right.

My personality makeup was never a defiant child rather I was the peacemaker and peacemakers are not high on the popularity list in high school. Never-the-less, I held tight to the relationship my mother had led me to have with my Father in heaven.

I learned early on my strength to muddle through was found when I was on my knees.  I said, I learned…I didn’t say, I believed. The older I grew the less I felt I’d found success. My friends were succeeding in college, getting high paying jobs, starting families and me…I was moving through life, going to college, marrying, having children, but never feeling like I’d been successful at anything.

So when my marriage to a preacher failed—when I became second place to his alcohol, I’d lost all hope of self-esteem.  Still, I never stopped praying. Never stopped trusting God would help me and when He did rescue me from a terrible marriage and a bad situation, I wasn’t surprised. The problem was, I wasn’t looking at what God was doing for me, instead I was looking at my failures.

I wrote constantly. Poems, thoughts, stories, children’s plays and it never once occurred to me the theme behind every piece I penned was the unfailing love of Christ. Talk about dense. The day God took hold of my shoulders and shook me, was one Sunday morning as I taught a college-age class.

“Don’t wait until you’re 32 years old like me, to realize you need an intimate relationship with Christ. Win or lose, He is all you need.”

Win or lose…the words snapped back. He is all you need.  That was the moment I realized I was a skin-deep Christian. I loved God, went to church, believed in Him but the relationship I had with Him was purely platonic.  Through every hard moment of my life, I’d prayed and God had answered. He saved me countless times but all I saw were the things I’d failed to make a success.  And when I finally took hold of the hand that reached out to my soul and pulled me out of the mire, I saw the success found in Him.

I suddenly saw, success was not in the titles I held or even how I raised my family, but it was in the faith I placed in Christ to pull me through. Those were the successes that counted.

Oh, I occasionally win.  I won first place in the novel contest at a major writers conference but most of the time, I’m second.  I’ve come to believe it’s my thorn in the flesh. Like Paul, it’s the reminder that keeps me turned faithfully to Christ so He can use me.

It never occurred to me I was anything special at all but the day I finally held up my hands and said okay to God, He made me special.  After all, He’s all I need.

Success is not measured by the titles we hold, the money we make or the awards we win. Success falls in the values we carry and how we allow God to use those things through us. Success is not ours to have, but His to give and when I learned that, when I took hold of God’s hand and let Him take charge, then the success of my heart grew.

I never imagined I’d help start a successful ministry. I never anticipated God would use me to share stories that shake the heart. I never thought in a million years, success within Christ was so wonderful.

It’s not what we do for ourselves but what we do for others that is most important. And when we develop that intimate relationship with Christ, when we say “yes” to Him, our success is found in the success of others.

God knew what He was doing when He placed the words of the golden rule into scripture. Do for others the things you’d have them  do for you.  In other words, be a servant first then your success comes through the satisfaction of knowing God has used you.

Sometimes I still feel insignificant. Satan knows how to attack me. But it isn’t long before Christ taps my shoulder and reminds me…”You are my child. I love you. Cast all your cares on me and let me care for you.”

So, yeah…I’m pretty special, very unique and definitely outstanding. And in His eyes, I’m never ALMOST. I’m always first.

–Cindy Sproles
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There were two more major hurdles in our way that we did not perceive. They both reminded me of the severity of the situation we were all in and that we had to continue to rely on God to see us through this.

The first was when my wife was wheeled into the operating theatre where we gave her many hugs, kisses and told her that we loved her. We said we looked forward to seeing her after the operation. What was extremely hard was walking away from the theatre doors after she was wheeled into the theatre. The reality of the situation hit us very hard. We cried again. We were rather silent on the way home. My eldest suggested we do some housework while we were waiting to hear how the operation went as a way to preoccupy our minds as we were getting very scared.

The second hurdle was when the phone rang 5 hours later. I knew it was the hospital. But I could not bring myself to answer it. Doing so would mean I had to confront and accept whatever outcome it was. It was my eldest daughter who forced me to answer it. She stated that God would give me the strength to accept whatever the surgeon had to say. This was what I needed. I suddenly felt warm, at peace, reassured and could feel His presence around us.

I picked up the phone and yes, it was the surgeon. With a pounding heart and body in full sweat, I could not believe my ears when he said the operation was a success and they had evacuated the entire haemorrhage!! I nearly dropped the phone in happiness and relief! My daughters thought it was the worst case scenario as I had not spoken, had gone pale and was staring out the window. Meanwhile the surgeon was asking me if I was still there and did I understand what he had said! This brought me to my senses and time stopped going in slow motion and I gasped and then replied to him. I thanked him immensely and hung up the phone. Many days later, we would be told by this same neurosurgeon that she was an hour away from death!

I related this to my daughters who were overjoyed and cried again! We then went to the hospital. My wife was in Intensive Care and we were only able to see her briefly.

To speed things up somewhat, my wife’s recovery was amazing. After having some short term memory loss where she did not recognise me, but did her daughters, and learning how to walk, talk, speak and to perform basic tasks such as making a cup of tea, make her bed, go through various neurological tests and pass, she was allowed home in a month. She then spent the next 6 months in rehab as an outpatient. She made great progress.

The only brain damage she had sustained was hearing loss in one ear and now has trouble remembering some things. But this is manageable and one learns to compensate for these deficients.

Now you would not know she is like this. It is not obvious. From talking to her then and now, this incident has not faltered her faith in God, nor has it faltered ours. It has only served to strengthen and deepen it. Apart from what He achieved for us on the Cross, I am ever indebted to Him for bringing us out of this dark valley, bigger, stronger, wiser and better in faith and in relationship with Him.

There have been many accounts from church members even to this day who have been blessed and strengthened by our situation and what God has done. This has all been for His glory. May He be forever praised and glorified!!

–Peter Younghusband

When I was engaged to be married 25 years ago my fiancee was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythamatosis, a chronic, autoimmune disease that can affect the joints and almost every major organ in the body, including the heart, kidneys, skin, lungs, and brain. In this disease, the immune system, which is designed to protect against infection, mistakenly attacks the body’s own tissues and organs causing damage and inflammation. Over the years, she suffered many periods of remission and exacerbations and much medication, which also hava severe side effects.

We were not supposed to have children due to this disease, but after loosing two children (one miscarriage and one live child at 32 weeks, all due to this disease), God granted our wish and blessed us with two daughters who are now 19 and 16 yrs, respectively.

In 2004, my wife started to experience severe headaches that became more frequent and more severe each day. After being to doctor after doctor and hospital after hospital and being diagnosed with many things ranging from attention seeking, hypochondriacism, anxiety, unexplained headaches and pain relief not having any effect, we were at the end of our tether. One morning, after little sleep we managed to see her doctor who had been away when all this happened. He organised a brain scan, (no one else had done this so far!) and it was revealed that she had a brain haemorrhage that covered 90% of the left hemisphere of her brain. She was admitted immediately to hospital and had surgery to evacuate this haemorrhage.

We were both devastated and as nurses, we knew how serious this was and the outcome could end in death.

When I left my wife in hospital that day, I had to then collect my children from school and break the news to them. They were 12 and 9 yrs.

Breaking this news to them also broke me. How do you tell your children that their mother has a major illness, needs surgery and could die from either the haemorrhage or the surgery or both? How do you tell them that if she survives she may have brain damage and not be the same again? How do you deal with their emotions and grief?

This was one of the most difficult decisions/situations I was in. I had already determined that I could not hold any details back from them as they would know this and demand me to tell them. I know my kids and with-holding information would not work with them or myself.

This is what broke me. I realised I could not do this on my own. I was at the end of myself. I did not have the strength to tell them and prepare them for the worst case scenario or to even face this reality myself. In my brokenness, I realised that the only one who could help me would be God. So before I told them, I cried out to God, I told Him, I could not do this on my own, that I need to do it for my kids, I owed it to them to now be the stronger one in their lives. I cried and cried, I asked Him to take over for me. I found myself saying to Him that I accept whatever His will is for my wife and our family. I knew I had to give all the outcomes over to Him and let Him decide. I decided that if He healed my wife with no side effects, if she survived with brain damage, or if she died, I would accept that this is what He wanted for me and I had to acknowledge that He is still Sovereign, loves me and allowed this for His glory. In all this time pouring out my heart to Him, I knew it would do no good for me to harbour any bitterness or resentment towards Him. But I still stated to Him that despite all this, I would still like my wife to be healed and brought back to myself and our daughters and be restored as a family. I had no other source of strength, purpose or motivation to go on except to give all this over to Him and let Him continue to be in control.

When I did tell my daughters, they cried and I cried. They immediately wanted to visit their mother before the operation. We did. On the way there, they were honest with me about how they were feeling and even asked me how I was feeling. We discussed all our emotions and I then let them know what I had discussed with God. I was so impressed and relieved when they also stated they felt the same way. I know that on the surface it may have appeared superficial but again, I knew my kids and knew they would not have agreed to that without honesty and sincerity as they had already developed a healthy respect for and relationship with Jesus.

There were two more major hurdles in our way that we did not perceive. They both reminded me of the severity of the situation we were all in and that we had to continue to rely on God to see us through this.

To be continued tomorrow . . .

–Peter Younghusband

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I was saved when I was 11 and baptized at the same time as my brother. It was probably appropriate that I was saved at a Truth concert at our church because music has always been an important part of my life. Through the years music has been a constant joy for me, whether performing or teaching or directing. God has done a work in me to change the focus from recognition for myself to glory for Him. I am learning to change the focus from my talent or skills to His mercy and grace. The message is all important.

As I look back on the defining moments in my life, I see God’s hand in the details of everyday life as well as in the big picture. From marrying my spouse to giving birth to two biological children and later homeschooling them, God was molding me in ways I could not see. Through disappointments in church music ministry to the decision to adopt children, God was preparing me for a road of pain and heartache.

In 2000 God led our family of four to add three siblings to our family. The events and details of this decision were clearly God ordained. Three months after the kids became part of our family my sister died from a sudden heart attack at the age of 53.

Through the pain and grief my kids needed me to be present and not dwell on the loss. Little did I know that greater losses and tragedy would come in the near future. We were ignorant of the cost that adopting 3 children, suffering from Reactive Attachment Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and se*ual abuse, would bring to our family. Educating myself and advocating for them became a fulltime job.

Realizing that after 4 years the oldest was a danger to our family and herself and needed help beyond our abilities was a gut wrenching decision.

Through her next 4 years into adulthood we continued to fight for her as she fought against us. Bringing false accusations of abuse against us ripped my heart to shreds. But God was my ever present help in times of trouble. We have been through heartaches and joys but never has God taught me more about Himself than through the times I’ve spent surrendering my plans and my dreams to His will. It has been a painful process that requires daily discipline and strength.

I have learned about God’s love through my children who struggle daily with questions about their life and reality. Every conversation leads us back to acceptance of who we are to God and what He says about us.

The scriptures tell us that we are all adopted children of God. None of us can earn our way to God. It’s His great sacrifice that allows us to come into His presence. There is so much I don’t understand, but one thing I know (as Steven Curtis Chapman says): God is God and I am not!

I may never know the reasons for suffering and pain and struggles, but I do know the One who loves me unconditionally. My constant prayer is that my children will have a relationship with the Lord that allows them to bring their pain and questions before Him, that they will come to a place of acceptance and joy.

The continuation of my story is that my parents went into a nursing home in Dec. 2007 without ever being able to go home again. It was a very difficult time for me, juggling homeschooling, two special needs adopted kids, two older children learning to fly from the nest.

My dad died in Feb. 2009 and my mom died Christmas Eve of last year. She wandered outside her assisted living facility and froze to death. The shock and grief have only been coped with by faith in God’s great love and perfect plan. So many hardships have marked the last 11 years since we adopted. There has been tremendous gain and heartbreaking loss but through it all I have clung to the One who gives peace and sustains. God bless you.

–Marty

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My “Frantic” Moment . . .

Why didn’t they pass? I drove five over the speed limit. The car behind me tailgated aggressively with their brights full blast in the

All I did was make a right hand turn against a red light. Perfectly legal, and at the time, there were no cars on the road except for quite a distance away to my left. I turned right and merged into the middle lane. My eyes checked the mirror and I began to drift over to the far left lane and swerved suddenly to avoid hitting a car that was in my blind spot. That’s what started it. I returned to the middle lane to wait for them to pass and they went behind me into my lane. That’s when the brights came on and my nightmare began. I sped up. They sped up. I slowed. They slowed.

My foot pressed on the gas and the speedometer needle crept upward until I was twenty over the speed limit, praying for a police officer to pull me over. As I approached a major intersection, the traffic lights turned yellow, then red. My eyes widened. I wanted to cry. What if they had a gun? What if they shot me? All the what-if’s ran through my mind. As a writer, it’s what we do best. There were three lanes and a generous left turn lane. I swerved to the left-hand turn lane. It had a large margin in case they tried to pull up beside me. My doors were locked. I double checked. I sat at the red light with my insides like oatmeal and my hands sweating over the steering wheel.

What was I going to do? Oh Lord! It felt as if a lot of time passed as I lifted my eyes to the rear view mirror to check on the car following me and my heart stopped. My breath came whooshing out between my lips as I saw a police car behind me instead of the people who meant me harm. To my right, the car that followed me sped off, tires squealing through the green light and I continued on my way to Kmart, shaken and thankful.

I came home and called the police to thank the officers who arrived just in time. I gave the crossroads and told the operator what had happened, but because of the brights, the dark night, and my panicked state I had no plate or description of the perpetrators and never saw them again. I thanked God, too, though at the time I didn’t have a full picture of who God was, but He’s been evident throughout my entire life saving me sometimes supernaturally and showing me His presence as I sought him out to fill the emptiness inside.

–Nikole Hahn

Growing up, I was told everything was about willpower. I was taught that if I wanted something badly enough and worked hard enough at it, I could make it happen. My dad led me to believe that Carol, too, could stop drinking on her own, if she only wanted to. She almost died once, and landed in the hospital many times throughout her life.

Jesus took my heart on March 5, 1997 and my life has never been the same since. Even when all I can pray is “Please God” I know He hears.

It wasn’t until I joined Al-Anon this past year that I really understood Carol has a disease. I had to forgive her, and my father, for all the past and just love her through anything that might happen now or in the future. Alcoholism is indeed a “cunning, baffling, and powerful” illness – only basically controlled by never taking the first drink, which is simple but not easy.

This past week, during Christmas season, which can be difficult and stressful under the best of circumstances but can be especially tough for an alcoholic, my sister relapsed after almost two years of sobriety. She didn’t tell me, but I could hear it in her voice on the telephone. Then, I couldn’t get in touch with her at all this weekend. She wasn’t answering her cell phone or land line, and wasn’t returning messages.

Never before have I relied on the Serenity prayer so much. I prayed, over and over: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” One day at a time, one minute at a time, I went through the motions of this past weekend and put the care of my sister in the hands of a mighty God. Finally, she called back Monday and said she had been depressed the past few days and had not answered any calls. I talked to her for a while until I felt certain she was all right.

When I spoke with her this morning, she sounded much stronger, and even looked forward to our Christmas Eve gathering. This may not seem like much but these are miracles of the heart. See, before I might have been confrontational.  I might have even asked directly if she had been drinking. But that’s not my business anymore. My job is to take care of myself and to love her as best I can. She has an illness kept in remission only by abstinence. I have an illness too that is kept in check by attending meetings and talking with my sponsor.

Prayer works. God always answers. Maybe not always the way we want Him to, and not in the time we would like, but He walks us through, because He loves us more than we could ever imagine.

–Chris S.

I thought this book was going to grant the freedom from my day job.  I would quit and become Jerry Jenkins, traveling the world sharing witty stories.  But God’s plan is often very different from man’s.

My quick search for publishers led me to a small website called Christian Devotions Ministries.  The site led me to the “Write for Us” link and I immediately began altering one of my five-star devotions.  After a quick alteration to meet the word count requirement, I pressed send.  I knew stardom was close at hand.

One-week later, I received a warm email from a sweet southern gal named Cindy.  She said my devotion “showed promise…”

Wait, what was that again?  My devotion showed promise?  This was my All-Star devo!  What did “showed promise” mean?

As I continued to read the note, she explained a couple errors that were contained in my writing and attached her ideas.  With fingers trembling, I opened the attached file. To my horror, there were more red splotches than black. I closed the document and gazed at the file containing my book, the same file that contained hours of labor, deliberation and Bible study.

“No publisher in their right-mind would choose to publish this.”

I sat in self-pity; five years of work now needed a complete makeover.

“God, why?”  I didn’t know what else to say.

A few weeks later, I felt another tapping on my shoulder.

“Go open your email.”

It was New Years Day, a time for my family to hang-out, play games and eat lots of food.  I didn’t have time for this, but I was pulled to my computer.  The inbox flashed with a new message from Christian Devotions Ministries.  The daily devotion was written by Eddie and Cindy, the co-founders of the ministry.

“God, I don’t have time for this.”

But I couldn’t force my eyes from the screen as the joy contained in the devotions poured into my broken heart.  They spoke of goals, prodigals and God’s will.

I opened a new message directed to Cindy and typed something very simple, “Thank you for your encouraging words.  I will be sharing this with my friends.”

A few hours later, I received this back: Wow Scott, Thank you so much. The ministry is to spread the word of God through encouragement and hope. Occasionally, it’s nice to have someone else verify that we’re doing the right things. Thank you so much. How would you like to join us on our He Said/She Said radio show tonight at 7 EST and tell our listeners how the devotions have impacted you? It would be a great start to the New Year. It’s a real invitation to join Eddie and me on our He Said/She Said radio show. It’s just a phone call for you. Will you join us? Cindy Sproles

My mind swam.  “Wow!  I can’t believe what I’m reading.  But I don’t have time for this, its New Years!  But what if this is what you want, God?  Are you showing me a way to talk about my book?  Is it actually better than what I think?  But what if this brings more embarrassment than good?  You are going to have to tap my shoulder again, because for now, I’m going to pretend like I never received this.”

I closed my computer.  For two hours I helped in the kitchen and played games with the kids, but my mind kept returning to the email.  I found myself again sitting in front of my computer crafting a response to accept the invitation.

I talked for 30-minutes with Eddie and Cindy on their program and later after the show, God talked to them about me.  Today my book still sits on my computer desktop.  I look at it every now and then to remind me that I still have work to do.  But God’s timing is perfect and for some strange reason, He didn’t want my book to be published yet.  God’s plan was for me to host a radio show… me, a guy with no experience.

That was two years ago and I’ve been at the helm of Christian Devotions Speak UP ever since.  Psalms 20 says:

May the LORD answer you when you are in distress;    may the name of the God of Jacob protect you. May he send you help from the sanctuary    and grant you support from Zion. May he remember all your sacrifices    and accept your burnt offerings. May he give you the desire of your heart    and make all your plans succeed. May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up our banners in the name of our God.

Remember that God is control.  Submit to His will and walk through the door He opens.  Keep your eyes peeled, for the door might not be the one you desire, but the one He desires for you.

–Scott McCausey

After years of physical, occupational and speech therapy, I had regained a lot of abilities previously taken for granted, but still couldn’t work or live on my own.  Consequently, I was angry, resentful, and bitter at the surgeon, feeling that my life had no purpose anymore. The worst part though was my anger at God.  After all, He’s all-powerful, so why didn’t he prevent it?

I buried my emotions for years until, one day, I blew up at two of the people I most loved and who had taken care of me the whole time–my parents. I was still dependent on them which made it worse, as I couldn’t escape and pretend it hadn’t happened.

It took many months of therapy, working through grief over everything I’d lost, and “yelling” at God when I spoke to Him, But over time, I came to realize that God hadn’t taken away my purpose in  life and he hadn’t rid me of the ability to help others, He had simply changed what that would look like. So my “job” became trying to figure out what He wanted me to do now.  That, in turn, required praying more and asking for guidance as to where to look.  And that he would help me recognize the opportunities he set in front of me.

When circumstances come into your life that you can’t understand, talk to God.  Be honest with Him. He already knows what you think and feel. And persevere. in His time, He’ll answer and, though the answer may surprise you, it’s His plan will be the best in the end.

–Ellen Andersen

I had a wonderful relationship with my cousin, so much so that we called each other “best cousins.” I moved out of the state we lived in and we lost touch.

I started dating a guy when I was 15. Neither of us had any business being in a relationship at all, let alone with each other. He was a year older than me, but was just as immature. A miserable three year on-again-off-again high school relationship ensued.

When I was getting ready to graduate high school, my cousin came out to see me graduate. Somehow or another in God’s plan for our lives, my cousin and my boyfriend started a relationship. It was devastating. To me personally, to my and my boyfriend’s and my and my cousin’s relationships, and in the relationship between our moms.

For five years I struggled with unforgiveness, anger, bitterness, and guilt. She and I were not on speaking terms. I was forced to see him from time to time, which did not aid the healing process.

Finally, in 2005, my husband of eight months and I attended a church for the first time together. That day the Lord met me, and I laid my sins and burdens at the foot of the Cross. I took His mantle upon me and felt burdened to send her a Christmas card.

That was the beginning of a restoration between us. I never knew the power of what God could do, and over the course of the last year or two He has restored our relationship to the point where it is almost as though nothing ever happened between us. All Praise and glory and honor to Him Who sits upon the Throne!

–Becka

Jesus has been at my side throughout many, many storms of life.  His hand of protection has shielded me and my family several times.

As an early Christian, I worked at my uncle’s paint factory. I didn’t have much wisdom in sharing about Jesus, but I surely had a lot of zeal!  I was speaking with one of my fellow factory workers, and he stated that God doesn’t do miracles anymore.  I said that I would pray that Jesus would show him a miracle to prove that he does.

Be careful what you pray for!

Within a couple of days, this same factory worker came up beside me on his forklift, loaded with a large pallet of 1-quart paint cans for us to fill. I asked him for some directions on which part of the assembly line he wanted me to work. After finishing his instructions, he started to drive away. I immediately screamed in pain; he stopped the forklift, asking me what was wrong. He had driven over the top of my foot and the lift was setting on it.

Through clenched teeth I asked him to “Get off of my foot!”

I drove myself to the hospital; they did a thorough examination, including x-rays. There was not a cut or a scrape or any broken bones.

When I came back to work the next day, I told him to come into the break-room so that I could show him my foot. Several workers gathered around, wanting to look, but afraid to look at my foot at the same time. I removed my shoe and sock and low and behold only a tiny blood blister on one toe!

I then looked him square in the eye and told him that he now had his proof that Jesus does indeed still do miracles.

Shortly after we became engaged, my husband and I had the opportunity to go with a church group on a missions trip to a tiny little village in Mexico.  Only a few people had indoor plumbing; if they did, they usually had an outhouse too.

One of the miracles that stands out in my mind was the supernatural multiplication of our lemonade. The word had gone out

The orphanage was surrounded by a lemon grove and the owner had told them that they could have any lemons that hung over onto their property. Prior to the party we made lemonade from a dozen lemons; I think it made about 4 gallons (two two-gallon coolers). We saw how many people were there and how hot everyone was getting. We prayed and asked Jesus to multiply the lemonade, like he multiplied the loaves and the fishes for the disciples. He did!

That 4 gallons of lemonade quenched the thirst of all of those people, plus that night at dinner the 15 of us each had a large glass at dinner.

In 2002, my husband fell down the stairs at home, fracturing his neck between the first and second vertebrate. He was put into a neck brace and sent home. He was scheduled for surgery at the end of November, which was then rescheduled for December 3.

Prior to sending him home, the halo brace that he was put into was tightened. He immediately felt enormous pain in his neck that was unbearable. He was sent home anyway.

When he went back for his followup; the doctor did an x-ray and saw that the fusion that had been performed had become undone and would need to be repaired.

On December 18 he had to go back under the knife a second time to repair the fusion. Both times he was under anesthesia over 15 hours.

On December 23, I had gone to see him and he was literally green. I was sure that he was going to die and that I would be a widow left with 3 small children to care for.  I stopped in the chapel on the way out of the hospital and prayed for my husband. Then crying and praying all the way home. I sent out emails to everyone I knew; called everyone I could, beseeching prayer for my husband. Joyfully, Jesus spared my husband and his recovery, while still extremely slow, was becoming apparent.

At that time we were involved with a newsletter mailing to inmates in Danville.  Naturally, we hadn’t yet put out the December newsletter due to everything happening in the family. A few days later, we received an amazing letter from one of the inmates who was a wonderful brother in Christ.  He said that he had been praying for us and he felt that there was a battle going on for my husband’s life. He stayed up all night on December 23, praying for him. He felt a release to go to sleep on the morning of December 24th knowing that all was well.

He sent us the letter a couple of days later.

Talk about Jesus moving the hands of his prayer warriors!   Throughout all of our struggles, illnesses, etc. our faith in Jesus has remained strong; true to his Word, He has never left us, nor forsaken us. He has always walked alongside us; carrying us when needed and strengthening us for each day.

–Peggy Burnap