Here is the true story...
On a Monday at Noon on my lunch hour, I had an appointment to see a doctor at the hospital. I was bleeding and worried. All alone and trying to be strong, I ventured to the hospital and before I entered I picked up my bible that I always carry in the car and read a scripture.
Upon walking to the hospital I heard God say to me "Go speak to that man, He is an Angel."
I looked up and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair. His arm was propped up in a brace, and his leg was emaciated but stabilized with a series of halos around it. A I approached him.
His kind eyes looked into my soul, and they took me backwards as he really saw into me. I said hello and he replied hello. I asked if he would walk again and he said yes. Then I asked if he knew that JESUS could heal him. He enthusiastically said YES as if letting me know that I understood and was good to point that out. So I said my name is Sherry while reaching out to shake his hand, to which he paused and shook my hand and said, "I am Angel." I said really? Yes he said.
Then I went upstairs to my doctor and learned all would be OK. When I was walking out I noticed Angel was still there. I went back and let him know that God told me to talk to him, and that he was an Angel. All he said was, "oh," yet never denied it. Then curiosity got me and I asked how this happened, to which he responded, "an accident." Well I said nice to meet you and God bless you Angel.
The footnote to this story is years later I was meeting with the Hospital Administrator on business and told him the story. He said it was peculiar, as the entrance where he sat was an outpatient entrance, and they never let anyone sit there for long. He had been there for over a half hour.
Sherry Sargent
Lido Key Fl.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
911 Call to God
"call upon me in your day of trouble, I will deliver you.."(Psalm 50:15)
As a child, when I awoke in the middle of the night sick or scared, I'd call out to my parents. It wasn't an eloquent call, praising them or specifically requesting something of them. It was a demanding call of one word, loudly and drawn out. I simply called out, "MOOOMM or DAAAD!"
That was all I needed to say to get them to my bedside in a hurry. Once there, they would quickly assess the situation, chase the boogey man out from under my bed or give me an aspirin or cough medicine and soon I would be sleeping peacefully.
I called out to God that way...the way He directs us to call to Him in Psalm 50:15. My fears and confusion were so overwhelming that all I could do was cry out to God like a child waking from a nighmare calls a parent. I simply cried out.."G000D!"
Shortly after calling out to God my phone rang. It was a dear sister in the Lord calling to see how I was doing. She was out of town but had been thinking of me all day she said. In the middle of a visit with friends, she could no longer resist God's prompting in her heart and she excused herself to call and check in on me.
We shared stories over the phone and ended our conversation praising God together for His faithfulness.
Are you overwhelmed by the boogey men in your life? Do you need special medicine?
Call out to God and don't worry about being eloquent or proper, just call out like you did as a child. Your Heavenly Father will send just the help you need. And he will deliver you.
Sherry Motola
(Reprinted with permission from Anchor Your Life.com)
As a child, when I awoke in the middle of the night sick or scared, I'd call out to my parents. It wasn't an eloquent call, praising them or specifically requesting something of them. It was a demanding call of one word, loudly and drawn out. I simply called out, "MOOOMM or DAAAD!"
That was all I needed to say to get them to my bedside in a hurry. Once there, they would quickly assess the situation, chase the boogey man out from under my bed or give me an aspirin or cough medicine and soon I would be sleeping peacefully.
I called out to God that way...the way He directs us to call to Him in Psalm 50:15. My fears and confusion were so overwhelming that all I could do was cry out to God like a child waking from a nighmare calls a parent. I simply cried out.."G000D!"
Shortly after calling out to God my phone rang. It was a dear sister in the Lord calling to see how I was doing. She was out of town but had been thinking of me all day she said. In the middle of a visit with friends, she could no longer resist God's prompting in her heart and she excused herself to call and check in on me.
We shared stories over the phone and ended our conversation praising God together for His faithfulness.
Are you overwhelmed by the boogey men in your life? Do you need special medicine?
Call out to God and don't worry about being eloquent or proper, just call out like you did as a child. Your Heavenly Father will send just the help you need. And he will deliver you.
Sherry Motola
(Reprinted with permission from Anchor Your Life.com)
Friday, May 1, 2009
Answers for Becky
In 1995 I surrendered all my future dating relationships totally to God, allowing Him to bring the man into my life that He created to be my husband. Sometime later I met Greg at a singles Bible study at church. I learned in conversation that at about the same time I surrendered that part of my life to God, my future husband was also doing likewise. When we both surrendered our dating relationships to God, He brought us together to become one. God is so awesome!!!
In May 2003, I received a letter from the IRS stating that I had a tax bill overdue from a tax return filed 12 years earlier. Believing that I was not liable for this tax bill, I prayed I would be able to locate the documentation that would clear my name and social security number. About nine months later, I was searching for some unrelated paperwork in some records that were stored and I came across the documents I needed to clear my liability of the tax bill. Praise God for this answer to prayer. God is so good!
God is so faithful in answering prayers of faith.
Becky Tholken
Sarasota
In May 2003, I received a letter from the IRS stating that I had a tax bill overdue from a tax return filed 12 years earlier. Believing that I was not liable for this tax bill, I prayed I would be able to locate the documentation that would clear my name and social security number. About nine months later, I was searching for some unrelated paperwork in some records that were stored and I came across the documents I needed to clear my liability of the tax bill. Praise God for this answer to prayer. God is so good!
God is so faithful in answering prayers of faith.
Becky Tholken
Sarasota
Grandmother's Gift
My grandmother gave me a Bible when I went off to college. She said, “Read it when you feel down or need a lift.” I thanked her politely, packed it away and frankly went on with my life.
Years later, after a marriage, several children and many job changes, I found myself in a bad place. I was really down, lacking direction in my life and I was bordering on serious depression. I really needed to change.
I was rummaging through a closet, I’m not sure why now, and I moved a towel and there was the Bible my grandmother had given me when I was leaving for school.
I stiffened and I felt the hairs standup on the back of my neck. I heard the voice of that gentle sweet lady as if she was standing beside me. “Read this when you feel down or need a lift.” I took her advice right then and there.
A few days later, I was visiting my parents and I told them about finding the Bible and what grandmother had said when she gave it to me.
“What day did this happen,” my mother asked?
When I told her my mother nodded slowly and this knowing smile came over her face.
“That is the anniversary of when you grandmother died,” she said.
I can say the advice my grandmother gave me did a lot more than give me a lift, it has changed my life forever.
James Cooper
Sarasota
Years later, after a marriage, several children and many job changes, I found myself in a bad place. I was really down, lacking direction in my life and I was bordering on serious depression. I really needed to change.
I was rummaging through a closet, I’m not sure why now, and I moved a towel and there was the Bible my grandmother had given me when I was leaving for school.
I stiffened and I felt the hairs standup on the back of my neck. I heard the voice of that gentle sweet lady as if she was standing beside me. “Read this when you feel down or need a lift.” I took her advice right then and there.
A few days later, I was visiting my parents and I told them about finding the Bible and what grandmother had said when she gave it to me.
“What day did this happen,” my mother asked?
When I told her my mother nodded slowly and this knowing smile came over her face.
“That is the anniversary of when you grandmother died,” she said.
I can say the advice my grandmother gave me did a lot more than give me a lift, it has changed my life forever.
James Cooper
Sarasota
Jenelle's Neighbor
The economy was collapsing, I had lost my job and my previous employer was laying people off. I applied for a job with the Census Bureau.
In the spring I was trained and sent out as a per-census canvasser. I was working a familiar neighborhood in Venice Gardens when Lois, a former acquaintance, came out of her house to say hello. She walked with me as I made my way around the block. She told me she had lost her husband in November and felt lonely and lost. Its hard for her to get around and she has to take the bus if she has to get anywhere. She didn’t have a car and she doesn’t drive.
I asked why didn’t you call me and she said she didn’t want to bother people.
I said, “Don’t feel bad asking for help. That’s why God put us on earth to help one another. He would have stopped at one if he didn’t mean for us to take care of each other. Besides, when you ask someone for help you are actually doing them a favor because it makes them feel needed and wanted. It gives them a purpose.”
When we came to the end of Sheridan Drive, Lois returned to her house and I continued my work. I gave her my number and figured I was on her call list.
The very next day I was canvassing the opposite side of Sheridan Dr. I parked in a driveway of a house I new to be empty and proceeded to walk the block.
Someone drives up in a van with Lois in it. She flagged me down and said she was on her way to the emergency room, she said she had chest pains. The man driving the van was with Jehovah Witness who said “he felt the need” to stop by her house that day. He didn’t know why he just knew he had to drop by. He walked in the door and took one look at her and asked what’s wrong. He had taken her to a walk in clinic and the people there said to take her to the emergency room. He said he had other engagements and couldn’t stay with her, and asked if I could.
I said I would finish this block and meet them in the ER. When I arrived she was sitting there alone, feeling anxious with pains both in her chest and back. I became her hand-holder. We chatted and I learned her family lived mostly in Minnesota. I said once she was admitted I would call them and let them know her situation. She called a friend, who was like an adopted daughter, and asked if she would come down.
The doctors came by and said her EKG and other tests were normal and they felt it wasn’t a heart attack and that made her feel better.
When her friend arrived she seemed agitated and more upset than the situation called for and I didn’t understand why. By this time it was nearly 7 P.M. and Lois was getting hungry so I left her with her friend and went out to get some food.
I found her some chicken soup and a turkey sandwich which seemed to hit the spot. When they finally found her a bed the friend and I accompanied her to her room.
Later when the medical staff came in for a test the friend and I waited out in the hall. It was the first time we were together without Lois.
It was then that the friend told me Lois’s adult son passed away in Minnesota that afternoon. When the family couldn't reach Lois they had called her. The death was out of the blue. He had had a ski mobile accident months before and had been in rehab and seemed to be healing. Apparently a blood clot broke loose from somewhere and lodged in his heart.
We told the doctors who agreed not to tell her that night, but to wait until the next day when all the tests would be back.
When I arrived home that night I found in my mail a card my sister sent me.On the cover was a picture of a steaming cup of coffee.
The card read: “Good morning this is God. I will be handling all your problems today, I will not need your help…so have a good day. Love God.”
The next morning I took this card and some flowers to Lois. She hadn’t been told yet. Later on, when all her tests came back ok , they told her.
I believe God wanted her to be somewhere safe before she received the news.
How else do you explain my reconnecting with Lois when I did, The Jehovah Witness
man being urged to call on Lois, the mysterious pains that coincited with the son's death, the card with those uncanny words "from God."
God did take care of her that day and has since. As I share this Lois is visiting her family in Minnessota and when she returns I will pick her up at the airport.
Jenelle Pullin
Venice
In the spring I was trained and sent out as a per-census canvasser. I was working a familiar neighborhood in Venice Gardens when Lois, a former acquaintance, came out of her house to say hello. She walked with me as I made my way around the block. She told me she had lost her husband in November and felt lonely and lost. Its hard for her to get around and she has to take the bus if she has to get anywhere. She didn’t have a car and she doesn’t drive.
I asked why didn’t you call me and she said she didn’t want to bother people.
I said, “Don’t feel bad asking for help. That’s why God put us on earth to help one another. He would have stopped at one if he didn’t mean for us to take care of each other. Besides, when you ask someone for help you are actually doing them a favor because it makes them feel needed and wanted. It gives them a purpose.”
When we came to the end of Sheridan Drive, Lois returned to her house and I continued my work. I gave her my number and figured I was on her call list.
The very next day I was canvassing the opposite side of Sheridan Dr. I parked in a driveway of a house I new to be empty and proceeded to walk the block.
Someone drives up in a van with Lois in it. She flagged me down and said she was on her way to the emergency room, she said she had chest pains. The man driving the van was with Jehovah Witness who said “he felt the need” to stop by her house that day. He didn’t know why he just knew he had to drop by. He walked in the door and took one look at her and asked what’s wrong. He had taken her to a walk in clinic and the people there said to take her to the emergency room. He said he had other engagements and couldn’t stay with her, and asked if I could.
I said I would finish this block and meet them in the ER. When I arrived she was sitting there alone, feeling anxious with pains both in her chest and back. I became her hand-holder. We chatted and I learned her family lived mostly in Minnesota. I said once she was admitted I would call them and let them know her situation. She called a friend, who was like an adopted daughter, and asked if she would come down.
The doctors came by and said her EKG and other tests were normal and they felt it wasn’t a heart attack and that made her feel better.
When her friend arrived she seemed agitated and more upset than the situation called for and I didn’t understand why. By this time it was nearly 7 P.M. and Lois was getting hungry so I left her with her friend and went out to get some food.
I found her some chicken soup and a turkey sandwich which seemed to hit the spot. When they finally found her a bed the friend and I accompanied her to her room.
Later when the medical staff came in for a test the friend and I waited out in the hall. It was the first time we were together without Lois.
It was then that the friend told me Lois’s adult son passed away in Minnesota that afternoon. When the family couldn't reach Lois they had called her. The death was out of the blue. He had had a ski mobile accident months before and had been in rehab and seemed to be healing. Apparently a blood clot broke loose from somewhere and lodged in his heart.
We told the doctors who agreed not to tell her that night, but to wait until the next day when all the tests would be back.
When I arrived home that night I found in my mail a card my sister sent me.On the cover was a picture of a steaming cup of coffee.
The card read: “Good morning this is God. I will be handling all your problems today, I will not need your help…so have a good day. Love God.”
The next morning I took this card and some flowers to Lois. She hadn’t been told yet. Later on, when all her tests came back ok , they told her.
I believe God wanted her to be somewhere safe before she received the news.
How else do you explain my reconnecting with Lois when I did, The Jehovah Witness
man being urged to call on Lois, the mysterious pains that coincited with the son's death, the card with those uncanny words "from God."
God did take care of her that day and has since. As I share this Lois is visiting her family in Minnessota and when she returns I will pick her up at the airport.
Jenelle Pullin
Venice
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