Diary of Miracles 

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DIARY OF MIRACLES

 If you don't believe anything you cannot see, then I suppose you really don't believe in the ingredients that produce water.  We know that 1 molecule of pure water is made of 2 hydrogen atoms (invisible to the naked eye) and 1 oxygen atom (invisible to the naked eye) = water (visible).  This, in fact, is a very good metaphor explaining the Heavenly Father (invisible to us), the Holy Ghost (invisible to us), and the Son of God = (visible).  The Bible says that, "The Word (of God) was made flesh and dwelt among us (Jesus)......" I John 1:14.  The Bible also says, "There are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word (Jesus) and the Holy Ghost and these three are one" I John 5:7.  3 = 1?  Think of the water...

I have kept a Diary of Miracles for about the last 30 years and I plan to share - over time - some of the miraculous events that have occurred throughout my lifetime, and before I was born, starting with my great grandmother, Emily Alice Brown -     saint of God. 

[5/5/13]  Skipping ahead to the present today, because the Lord healed me during a church service this morning! (I will continue to add to the historical data below, as time allows). I went to church this morning, not feeling like going, only because I had somehow sprained a muscle in my upper back and the pain had been radiating down through my right arm for a couple of days. I intended to ask the pastor to pray for me after service, but the Holy Ghost was present for anointing and healing during the service, and suddenly the pain disappeared - completely gone! I give GOD all the praise, honor and glory! Pastor Julian gave a very anointed message on how people are still worshiping idols, as they did in the days of Moses and King Jeroboam, in that they refuse to let go of false doctrines, even sacrificing their children to their idols (false doctrines) because those doctrines are popular today. We actually gather together for worship in the pastor's garage, but the power of GOD is so strong there; I would certainly much rather be there, where the power of GOD and truth is, than to be in a great cathedral, where doctrines of devils are being taught. This reminds me of what Jesus said, "The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me because He has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor..." Are you humble and poor in your spirit today? enough to receive truth, instead of popular lies? This is where the power and the manifestation of GOD is, not necessarily where the crowds gather today.

[4/13] The Lord healed me of what appeared and felt like psoriasis on my right leg. The condition lingered for about five months, but I continued to pray throughout the affliction for it to leave "in the name of Jesus." The healing power of GOD came and the condition faded within just a few days. GOD is the same yesterday, today and forever (Hebrews 13:8). A lot of people want to say, because they aren't receiving from the Lord, that healing and such miracles were only for the time of Christ's first appearance, or they say that sometimes God doesn't want to heal, or He says "No." These are all lies.  The Word of God says, "Moses had said, Consecrate yourselves today to the Lord, even every man upon his son and upon his brother, that He may bestow upon you a blessing this day" Exodus 32:29. When we "consecrate" ourselves to GOD, set our love upon Him and pray, He promised to answer and deliver (Psalm 91:14-15). If you consecrate yourself to the Lord, He will hear and answer your prayers. The manifestation may not come right away, but we are not to give up. The Word of God says,"...according to your faith, be it unto you" Matthew 9:29. I challenge you to find a scripture in the Word of God which says that the Lord does not want to heal His people. I don't care what the masses are saying. The World of God also says, "...let God be true, but every man a liar" Romans 3:4. In other words, if the whole world lies and goes against the Word of God, I am still going to say that God's Word is true and the rest of the entire world is lying! 

11/8/2010: Early in the morning at about 6:30 am, I was sitting in Levi's recliner chair in the living room and I suddenly had a vision. I saw what appeared to be an opened Bible in the background, then a dark beast with horns appeared, , then it disappeared, but in its place appeared a robed man with a mitre on his head (priestly) , then he suddenly disappeared, and last I saw another man, who I knew had the spirit of antichrist in him (not necessarily the antichrist himself) . At the time, I didn't know who this man was, but I clearly saw what he looked like and he was getting off of an airplane. He was light complected, had a high forehead, thin light hair, parted on the left and an elongated nose (downward). I saw him clearly, but I didn't know who he was. I completed a search of "international diplomats," because I knew he was a politician, or head of state. After searching photos for a while, I finally spotted him. He was Vladimir Putin, the Prime Minister of Russia at the time, but I knew in my spirit he would become the President of Russia. I researched his biography and learned he was an avid pilot, which correlated with my vision, in that I saw him getting off of an airplane. I feel in my spirit that he is the one that will come against Israel in the last days during the battle of Gog-Magog, which is next on the prophetic timeline.

I saw the beast, because he is already in the world. I saw the priestly figure, who is the false prophet, and he is already in the world. Vladimir Putin has already aligned himself with Iran (ancient Persia), who will come against Israel in the battle of Gog-Magog (Ezekiel 38). The Lord's return to catch up the saints (1 Thessalonians 4:16-18) is right before us!

[2010]  The following year after God took my son Levi, I was praying at about 1 AM, after spending most of the night at my dying sister-in-law's bedside.  The Lord told me to create a website.  My response to Him at that moment was that I didn't know to create a website.  I waited, but the Lord did not respond or give me any further instructions.  I felt exhausted, but I was also intrigued.  I knew the Lord wanted me to create a website and I was more than curious as to how He was going to extract that task from me.  I went to my computer and typed, "how do you create a website?" into my search engine.  One of the answers was "Yola - create your own website."  I was able to create a website within two hours and then I went to bed.  In the following days, I began creating pages, as the Spirit of the Lord directed me, but then I realized I didn't have the technical skills required to have search engines bring people to this website.  I prayed and began searching again and I found someone's HTML codes for mapping their website.  I have never been able to locate that information again, but on that particular day, this fellow shared his mapping on his website, so I copied the codes, took his site information out of the codes and replaced that with information pertaining to this website.  It worked and I thanked God; it was nothing short of a miracle, because I couldn't do it again - I've tried.  Before Google censored this site, it appeared on the first search results page consistently from basic keywords and according to analytics, it was being accessed by thousands in over 180 nations around the world.  Since it has been censored by Google, I deleted my Google analytics page and I have no idea how many people access this site from other search engines.  I trust the Lord that it is being accessed by those He leads and guides to it.  I work most days on this site, believing God to bring people to it and save many souls.  I could refrain from telling the truth about sin, adultery, homosexuality, apostate religions, and the like, and I'm certain many more people would have access to this website through Google, but rather than compromise, I will trust God to lead people here to read the truth.  I don't need to worry about it.  I do my job and God does His.  Amen. “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto Me” John 12:32.  There is a double meaning to this passage of scripture. Jesus was referring to His death (being lifted up on the cross), but it can also be applied to the fact that when we lift up the name of Jesus in our testimonies and in ministering the Word of God, He will also draw all men unto Himself.


[2009] Levi weakened more each day and he slowly stopped eating anything (the Lord would be taking Levi home in a few days, but neither of us knew it at this time). Levi refused to go to the hospital and I really couldn’t blame him because he suffered so much at the hands of doctors during his brief lifetime (he was 24 at this time). When he became heavily congested, I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital and he didn’t object. I took Levi to the hospital ER and the assigned physician told Levi he had an intestinal blockage and he was dying. He said he could try to save him with antibiotics, but he also wanted to place Levi on a respirator. With that, Levi demanded to be released from the hospital. (When he was 10, Levi was placed on a respirator for a bowel resection surgery. The anesthesiologist gave him a paralyzing medication, probably succinylcholine, but just started at him for what Levi later described as such a lengthy period of time, he thought he was certainly going to suffocate! My poor son started writing notes to me about not being able to breathe before he was taken off the respirator post surgery. When he was able to tell me what happened, I was furious and appalled. I complained to the hospital administration, but they didn’t even give me the courtesy of a response. Levi never forgot that horrifying experience, so he just wanted to go home when the doctor said he would place him on a respirator.) Levi was released, so I took him to an Inn near the hospital. We prayed together there and Levi was comfortable, but the doctor told him before he left the hospital that he might gasp for breath before he died. Levi was still adamant about leaving that hospital and placing himself in God’s hands, nevertheless. A hospice nurse came to the Inn with some medications for Levi and I believe she may have wanted to frighten him into going back to the hospital, so she started telling Levi he was dying, “You are dying, Levi; you are dying.” I interrupted her abruptly and told her that before they would release Levi from the hospital, five doctors had already told him he was dying! It wasn’t necessary to say it over and over again in his ears! Then I took her outside and told her I didn’t appreciate her frightening my son in that manner. I further explained to her that Levi has peace and we fully trust God and that He can raise Levi up out of the deathbed. In the meantime, he has peace and I didn’t want anyone taking his peace from him. I thanked her for her services, but insisted she would not talk to Levi about dying; he had already been told five times and was repeatedly asked not to leave the hospital. The following day, Levi was very peaceful. I prayed silently for God to either raise him up from that bed and miraculously heal him; but if He was taking him home now, to take him without pain and in peace. A minister came to see Levi and he spoke to him about the Lord and asked him if he believed God could heal him. Levi told him he did believe God could heal him. The minister prayed for Levi and we all sang three songs, “Jesus Loves Me,” “Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace” and “Renew a Right Spirit In Me.” Levi was singing these songs with us under his oxygen mask. He had a peaceful night and the following morning the hospice nurse was very shocked to see Levi sitting up in a chair beside the bed. This was a wonderful testimony to her of God’s miracle working power, in that she expected him to die the previous day. Later that Sunday evening, nevertheless, the Lord took my wonderful son to be with Him. Levi never struggled to breathe. He simply bowed his head and fell asleep – waking in heaven’s glory!

After Levi’s passing, God gave me confirmation in His Holy Word something I already knew in my spirit (the hidden Word of the Apocrypha, which books were all part of the original King James Version of the Bible prior to 1611, but after the year 1611 publication, all of the Apocrypha were removed): “But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise, they seemed to die and their departure is taken for misery, and their going from us to be utter destruction, but they are in peace; for though they be punished in the sight of men, yet their hope is full of immortality” Wisdom of Solomon 3:1-4. Notice, “...they seemed to die...but they are in peace...their hope is full of immortality” Glory to God, my Levi is with Jesus and he has great peace! I can’t wait to be with him soon!

[2009]  Only three months after we moved into our new home, and I planned to retire within 60 days, Levi's health deteriorated rapidly.  After several surgeries and very bad experiences in the hospital previously, Levi refused for several days to go to the hospital again.  When he became lethargic and I could see that he was getting extremely ill, I loaded him into the car and drove him to the hospital.  Of course, we prayed and trusted God, but we didn't see God's hand move.  When we arrived at the hospital on May 22, 2009, the attending physician told Levi he was dying.  He said he could try to save Levi and give him high doses of antibiotics, but Levi refused.  Levi decided that if God didn't heal him, it was time to go.  I talked with Levi about reconsidering, but he was firm in his decision, so I had an ambulance take Levi to a hotel near the hospital the following day, on May 23rd.  I rented the hotel for several days and I asked Levi if he would reconsider, but he again said, No.  On the following day, a minister came to visit at the hotel and the few of us sang hymns.  We sang, Jesus Loves Me, Renew a Right Spirit in Me, and Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace.  Levi sang those songs behind his oxygen mask.  The minister spoke with Levi about his faith in God and Levi affirmed his faith in the Lord, and we prayed for God to heal my precious son.  Nevertheless, a short time later that day, Levi bowed his head very peacefully and the Lord took him to paradise.  I have witnessed the death of a number of people, but I have never seen anyone leave this world so peacefully, as my precious Levi did that day.  When he bowed his head and as he was breathing his last few breaths of life, I promised Levi that we would be together forever in glory and I would be there soon.  That has been an unbelievable four years almost and I honestly didn't believe I would live through his passing.  I am amazed that I am still here, because the grief is as great today as it was the day the Lord took my precious son.  Nevertheless, God has had a purpose for my being here alone, which I will share in the next post (above). “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints” Psalms 116:15 
Passing from this life to our home in glory is a magnificent homecoming. Levi will not return to me, but I will soon go to him!

[2008-2009]  Levi's health was precarious at times and I had a burden to retire early from my full time position and stay home to take care of him.  I knew it wouldn't be possible if I remained in my expensive home in the city, so I prayed and went house hunting in a rural area, far enough away to reduce my mortgage by about one-third.  I found a beautiful home, actually the first one I looked at.  I looked at numerous others and put deposits on three potential homes, waiting for an acceptance.  Two didn't come through, but the third one, the one I really wanted, was going through a short sale process and the agent told me it would take time for the bank to process, and just how much time was unknown.  I sold my home by faith and the Lord sent me buyers who were willing to extend escrow until the house I was purchasing went through the short sale process.  It actually took four months, but the buyers of my home waited for it.  In the meantime, many hindrances also came about.  From the date I first looked at the home, the purchase wasn't actually final for 10 months!  Everything that transpired during this time period was one miracle after the other and the story is too long to enumerate all of the events that took place.  It turned out that the agent who was selling the home I was purchasing actually didn't want to sell it to me, possibly wanting to purchase it for herself or a friend, and she tried to sabotage the sale all along the way.  I told her after being in escrow for four months, "When God opens doors for those who trust in Him, no one can shut them."  Escrow closed the following day. “I know your works, behold, I have set before you an open door, and no man can shut it, for you have a little strength, and have kept My Word, and have not denied My name” Revelation 3:8

   

[2006]  My ex-husband purchased a 357 Magnum firearm for my son, Levi, and he was sitting in his room, in his recliner chair with the revolver in his hand.  At about 11 pm, suddenly, the gun turned in Levi's hand and was pointed directly at his face.  As Levi later relayed this incident to me, he said that when the gun turned in his hand, he also knew immediately in his spirit that the gun was going to fire, so he suddenly pushed the muzzle of it away with his left hand.  As soon as he did, the gun went off, the bullet just missing his head.  In fact, it went off so quickly that the bullet grazed and burned his left thumb.  He showed the burn mark to me, or I wouldn't have believed it.  I didn't approve of my ex-husband's purchase of this firearm for our son at such a young age.  I prayed constantly for Levi's protection, that God's hand of protection would be upon him at all times.  I prayed for Levi before he was born and throughout his life.  This wasn't the only time that the Lord spared Levi's life, but it certainly was a miracle and the hand of God that kept Satan from killing him on that day, May 30, 2006. “...I know in whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day” 2 Timothy 1:12.

[1996]  I began having dreams and God was showing me the future.  One night I had a dream that a black man dressed in a work uniform, such as you would see a maintenance man wear, came into my house, wrapped a rope around my ankles and pulled me out of my house into the yard.  The dream puzzled me because, at that time in my life, I wasn't working closely with, nor did I have a relationship of any kind with a black man.  Shortly after this dream, a new pastor was assigned to our church and he was black. 

Another night, I dreamed that my husband (prior to his divorcing me) turned into a dog and he began running in and out of dark alleys and junk yards to chase other female dogs.  I then saw a ring full of diamonds, which represented a wedding ring, and the diamonds were being extracted one by one and cast off, until finally the ring was destroyed and there were no stones left.  I will get back to this dream shortly.

I had a third dream.  I dreamed that my husband, my son Levi and I were traveling in a car and my husband pulled off of the road and stopped the car.  We all got out of the car for a few moments, then my husband suddenly grabbed Levi, jumped into the car with him and drove off quickly, leaving me standing in the street with a shopping cart.  I suddenly woke up and sat up in bed crying.  I asked the Lord why He was going to allow my husband to take my son and toss me in the street.  I had this dream just shortly before my husband filed for divorce.  I had no idea at the time that he was planning to divorce me, but I knew the dream was from God and that it would come to pass.  Otherwise, I would have never guessed that my husband would file for divorce - not us!

I wasn't aware of it at the time, but my husband had a crush on a secretary at a law firm he worked with on a regular basis.  Things became very strained in our marriage.  At the same time, I developed a close relationship with the Spanish congregation at our church, who had services directly after our English services on Sunday mornings.  I learned that the Spanish congregation was struggling very much financially because our new English pastor began charging them rent, which they were unable to pay.  (The new English pastor just so happened to be black, but at this time, I hadn't connected him to my previous dream about a black man pulling me out of my home.)  The English pastor before him didn't charge the Spanish congregation rent, only half of the utilities, because the building was paid for.  I started attending the Spanish services, because my relationship with my husband was very strained and I decided to assist the Spanish congregation, because they were a small group and they were struggling financially.  We gathered very early on Saturday mornings, making tamales at the church kitchen, and then we went about the neighborhoods selling tamales to try to pay the new English pastor rent.  Every weekend we worked like slaves and the monies collected were still insufficient to support the Spanish ministry and pay the additional rent the new pastor was charging. 

In frustration, I went to the new pastor of the English congregation and I told him that the Spanish congregation was working very hard, getting up very early on Saturdays, working the entire day making and selling tamales to try to pay the rent.  Rufus Finlayson brushed me off, saying, "I have a right to charge them rent."  I again asserted that they couldn't pay it, so why didn't he charge the English congregation rent?  I told him there is no difference between our English congregation and the Spanish congregation, except they speak Spanish and we speak English.  Finlayson dismissed me and refused to talk about it.

Even though I attended Sunday mornings with my husband and son, aside from that, I began attending Spanish services on Sunday night and every evening of the week, except Tuesdays, because services weren't held on Tuesday nights.  I joined the Spanish congregation and wholeheartedly supported the Spanish church.  My husband was angry and told me not to attend the Spanish church.  I felt as though he might as well have told me to stop serving God.  I told him that the English congregation only has services on Sunday mornings, and I attended Sunday morning services with him and our son, so it shouldn't matter that I enjoy the Spanish services throughout the week.  I cooked dinner and ironed his clothes for work before I left, so it wasn't as though I was neglecting my responsibilities at home.  He was treating me badly because he had another interest outside of our marriage to make matters worse. 

My husband filed for divorce a short time later and began visiting the pastor, Rufus Finlayson, for advice.  Rufus Finlayson was very angry with me because I had confronted him about the rent he was charging the Spanish congregation.  After my husband divorced me, he confided to me later that Rufus Finlayson advised him to go ahead and divorce me, because "she is rebellious," and he would get the church to approve of his marrying someone else.  (This was my first and second dream fulfilled.)

The divorce was a nightmare.  My ex-husband lied terribly in his petition for divorce.  I didn't have an attorney during the first hearing; I was a stay-at-home mother and I home educated Levi.  My husband told such outrageous lies about me, while flaunting, even in his divorce petition, that he was a law school graduate..., that the judge initially gave my ex-husband custody of our son Levi and awarded him our home, because he was the only one with income to pay the mortgage at the time; and me - I was suddenly in the street without warning!  My ex-husband told the judge that we owned a rental property that my mother lived in and I could live there - so the judge thought.  I couldn't live there, so I had to sleep in my car for four months (my third dream fulfilled). 

I didn't have money for an attorney, because I was only working part time doing medical transcription from my nephew's room during the afternoons.  I moved my computer from my home office to my nephews bedroom and I worked there part-time during the day.  In my rush to remove some necessary clothes from our home as I was packing to leave, I scooped out a few drawers and grabbed some dresses and shoes from the closet.  I had to leave most of my belongings at the house, because I had nowhere to take them.

One day, I was in my car and as I was praying about my homeless situation, I remembered the battle that Joshua fought to return the Jews to the promised land.  The Lord told him to have the children of Israel march around the walls of Jericho seven times and the walls would come down, so they could take the land God had given them.  I believed the Lord was telling me to drive around the house (the block) seven times and claim it, so I did. 

Later, while rummaging through a paper bag I had tossed the contents of my dresser drawer into, I found a credit card at the bottom of the bag that I had several thousand dollars credit on, but I had never used.  I took that card and hired a Christian counselor to help me file a responsive declaration to my husband's divorce petition.  I had to sneak into my own home while my husband was at work during the day to gather evidence and family photos to prove he was lying in his divorce petition about me.  I completed my response on the computer in my nephew's room and took it to the counselor to file the response and many attachments I gathered from documents, photos, and notarized statements from those who knew me and my family.  By the time our next hearing was scheduled, I was awarded my home, my mother's home, which my husband and I helped her refinance, and I was awarded joint custody of our son Levi.

When my ex-husband filed for divorce, I had lost everything in one day, my home, my son and my basic support - the floor immediately caved in and pulled me under in one day - I felt like Job!  Nevertheless, the Bible says,"If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31. For a few months, I felt like a dead woman walking and that I had lost everything, so I might as well die.  What lifted me enough to stand during those very dark hours of my life, was the fact that God was gracious enough to give me dreams and show me in advance EVERYTHING that would happen to me, so why shouldn't I believe that He loved me enough to get me through it?  The Lord never revealed to me in advance all of the mighty miracles He would perform to help me, but since He was good enough to warn me in advance, I decided to lean on the WORD OF GOD for the rest, which tells us, "We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.  Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh" 2 Corinthians 4:9-11.


There is more to come, if the Lord delays His return just a bit...

[~1990]  I had been holding church services in Coventry Court Convalescent Hospital (previously Grand Care Convalescent Hospital) in Anaheim, California, for about five years (in 1990) every other Saturday; and one afternoon, as I was visiting patients, I went into the room of a patient who did not attend services, but I felt led of the Lord to witness to her.  Unlike other times, she was kind and receiving, as I spoke to her. She received the Lord Jesus as her Savior on that particular day, but she didn't have a Bible. I would purchase large letter Bibles for those who didn't have one, so I told her I would bring a new Bible to her when I returned in two weeks. When I returned with the Bible, she wasn't in her room, so I inquired about her from the staff. I was told that she had passed on after my visit with her.

I led souls to the Lord in that convalescent hospital over the course of about 20 years, as I visited with patients and held services for them bi-weekly. This particular patient always stood out in my mind because she went on to be with the Lord so quickly after I led her to Jesus. It weighs heavily on my heart just how close she came to spending eternity in hell without God; eternity is a very long time - it never ends.

If you are a child of God and you desire to witness to others, but you haven't quite figured out yet just how you will accomplish that, please consider and remember that there are many souls on the brink of eternity who live in convalescent hospitals. Most likely, you will never have an opportunity to witness to them in the city, or out in the country, because they are mostly shut in, sick and just waiting to die. In fact, as I write this today, the Lord has impressed upon my heart that someone out there needs to hear about this testimony and the Lord is calling you to visit those who are in a convalescent hospital. You have the potential to win many souls there, if you pray and go in the name of the Lord.

It is very easy, if the Lord is with you. Just introduce yourself to the staff and tell them you would like to visit with patients who might be lonely and cheer them up; mentor and befriend them. They may introduce you to the Activities Director and have you complete an application, or provide character references. If you play an instrument and/or sing, your talents will be all the more welcomed by staff and patients. They love to hear gospel hymns in their recreation facility. If you know someone who is a patient in a convalescent hospital it should be much easier to go in and visit patients, without going through much formality. You can start by visiting and witnessing to the patient you know, then you can branch out a little at a time, introducing yourself to other patients and becoming friends with them. In time, you will get to know staff and they always appreciate those who come in to visit lonely patients. Of course, the most important thing is prayer, seeking God in the matter and asking Him to open the doors. If you do that, you will be an effective witness and you can win souls before they leave this world, possibly lost in hell for eternity. God bless you. “I was hungry and you gave Me meat; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came unto Me. Then shall the righteous answer Him, saying, Lord, when did we see you hungry, and fed you; or thirsty and give you drink? When did we see you a stranger and took you in, or naked and clothed you? Or when did we see you sick, or in prison, and came unto you? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Truly I say unto you, in as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, My brethren, you have done it unto Me” Matthew 25:35-40

[1989]  I took Levi swimming at the community pool where we lived at the time.  He was a good swimmer for a five-year-old, so I didn't have my eye on him every second, as I was talking to a neighbor at the pool.  He was playing with a couple of his little friends in the pool, but suddenly I noticed some wild splashing in the water and I couldn't see Levi anywhere.  I ran to the pool and one of the children, about two years older than Levi, was holding his head under the water and he was drowning, because she wouldn't let him up out of the water.  I jumped into the pool and grabbed Levi from her grasp.  Levi was choking and crying, but he was alright.  The girl had no explanation as to why she was trying to drown Levi.  I left with Levi, thinking "satan tried to kill my son today, but the Almighty hand of God was upon him." “I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes...” Malachi 3:11

[1977]  My mother was getting ready to go out on her first date with a married man, after having lived alone for about eight to ten years after my father left us.  My mother had been faithful, serving the Lord and trusting Him through many hardships; although this temptation to go out with this man she liked from her place of employment was something she allowed to interfere with her walk with God at that time.  Early in the evening, as she was waiting for her date to arrive, an elderly man and a little girl came knocking at the door.  She went to the door and the man began witnessing to her, warning her against the sin of adultery.  Since her date was about to arrive, she quickly agreed with them and told them she was getting ready to leave, in a way dismissing them (she told me later she was worried they would still be there when her date arrived).  They were leaving, just as my mother's date arrived, so the elderly man began witnessing to him about the sin of adultery.  My mother's date dismissed the man and little girl and he told them he and my mother were leaving, so they left.  The fear of God gripped my mother and she looked down the street for the elderly man and the little girl before she left on her date.  She said the elderly man reminded her of her grandfather, whom she loved dearly, before he passed on to be with the Lord; and the little girl reminded her of herself, in that she looked to be the age of my mother when her grandfather passed on.  She was unable to find them and wondered how they could have vanished from the street so quickly.  She searched as far as three blocks away, but was unable to locate them; they seemed to have disappeared.  I remember my mother telling me after this happened that she believed the elderly man and the little girl were angels sent by God to warn her against the sin of adultery, so she wouldn't go out with the married man she agreed to go on a date with.  When she told me about the event, and considering how faithful my mother had been to the Lord, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever that the Lord sent those angels to warn her, as well as the man who was intent on cheating and deceiving his wife to have a relationship with my mother! “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares” Hebrews 13:2.

[1977]  I was about 23 years old and working for Haines Directories in Fullerton, CA, at the time.  I only earned minimum wage and barely had enough money to pay all of my bills and bus fare to work and back.  I remember walking to the grocery store one day to purchase what groceries I could for the week with about five dollars and change.  I decided I would buy a bag of potatoes, some bread and some peanut butter; I was hungry.  As I walked into the store, a lady was taking surveys and asked me to participate.  I really didn't want to, but I just couldn't refuse her, so I took her surveys, which lasted maybe 20-30 minutes.  She was grateful that I stayed to answer all of her questions about food products and she said, for that, she would like to give me a gift to say thanks.  She brought out a stack of about seven TV dinners and gave them to me.  I realized right then and there that the Lord provided enough food for me to last the week and I thanked God for those dinners!  I remember another occasion not long after this, when I ran out of food at Christmas time.  I always paid all of my bills first, then purchased bus fares to work and I bought food with what was left.  The week of Christmas, I had no grocery money.  However, at that time, it was customary for the salesmen who worked for Haines Directories to bring in Christmas gifts for the secretarial staff.  I received four pounds of See's chocolates and I ate them all within a few days, but I didn't go hungry that week either!  I never said anything to anyone about my lack of money for food, but one of the secretaries apparently noticed I never brought a lunch into the office with me.  I bowed my head on my desk during lunch to take a bit of a nap, until it was time to go back to work.  Two other secretaries were covering the phones during lunch time and our desks were all lined up against one another's.  I believe she thought I was asleep, as one said to the other, "That's pitiful."  I was embarrassed about my financial situation, but there wasn't anything I could do at the time, but pray and trust God.  The following day, that secretary took to me to lunch.  I was grateful to her and I really enjoyed the meal.  Not long thereafter, I applied for a position with the County of Orange.  I interviewed for the clerical position, which paid more than my current job, and the outcome was so positive, I felt in my heart that God provided the job.  I gave two weeks notice at my current job.  My boss at the time was concerned and asked me if I had been hired by the county.  I told him I wasn't officially hired, but I believed in my heart I had the job, so I was stepping out by faith.  After almost two weeks, I hadn't heard back from the supervisor with the county, so I called her.  She said she intended to hire me, but the county just instituted a hiring freeze that week, so she would actually not be able to hire me.  I told her that she spoke of wanting to hire me during the interview, so I had given notice with my current employer, based on her verbal comments that she wanted to hire me.  She told me she would have to speak with personnel about the matter and call me back.  She called me a bit later and told me that because I had given notice, they would make an exception and hire me during the freeze.  If I hadn't stepped out by faith, I would not have landed a career that lasted a total of 18 years with the County of Orange.  The Word of God says, "I have been young and now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor His children begging for bread" Psalm 37:25. “Behold the fowls of the air, for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” Matthew 6:26.   

[1970]  Iris Cogburn, a family friend, asked me if I would like to go with her to a revival in Cucamonga, California.  I accepted her invitation and went to the revival.  After the sermon, there was an altar call and I went up with a number of others to pray.  I had only recently been filled with the Holy Ghost and I had been praying and reading the Word, and the Lord was with me in a special way at this point in my life.  I had been suffering a broken heart from a shattered relationship and I drew very close to the Lord, my only source of comfort and healing.  As many were praying, the power of the Holy Ghost fell on me in a profound way and I began speaking in tongues and I was very shaken.  After praying in tongues, the Lord began to speak through me.  My mouth literally began speaking words that my mind was not thinking.  I only realized what was being said as the words proceeded out of my mouth, not before.  I may not remember everything that the Lord spoke through my mouth to the congregation that night, but I distinctly remember Him saying this, "I would have gathered you, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you would not."  The building became very quiet, as the Lord spoke these words through me.  I was only about 15 1/2 years old at the time.  If anyone was shocked about this interruption, they couldn't have been more shocked than I was!  I knew in my spirit that this was the Lord speaking, but I also knew it wasn't a message for me, because I felt very good in my soul.  My voice was projected as the Lord spoke and I felt there was someone there, or possibly more than one person there who had been rejecting the Lord in some manner.  It wasn't until years later that I actually read these same words in the Bible, Luke 13:34, "Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which kills and stones the prophets who are sent to you; how often would I have gathered your children together, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not!" Reading this passage for the first time sent chills through me.  I was astonished all over again!  I had no idea that what the Lord spoke through me on that night had actually been spoken out of the mouth of Jesus, as He addressed the Pharisees who tried to get Him to leave Jerusalem, telling Him Herod would kill Him.  The Lord was, again, on that night in Cucamonga, California, addressing someone, or some people, who were as opposed to Him as the Pharisees were at the time Jesus spoke these words to them. 

[1969]  I was praying at the altar one night in church and I was seeking the gift of the Holy Ghost until long after the evening service ended.  There were two very anointed sisters praying with me to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.  One of these women in particular fasted often and prayed diligently; her name was Eunice Ford.  My mother had to leave by about 10 pm, but the two sisters wanted to stay and pray with me, so they offered to take me home with them, after I received the gift of the Holy Ghost.  My mother agreed and the sisters and I continued praying into the night.  At about midnight, in the still of the night, the Holy Ghost and fire hit me like a bolt of lightening!  It felt like a surge of lightening hit me.  I fell back from the altar onto the floor, lying flat on my back, and my whole body shook uncontrollably and I was speaking in an unknown language at the same time!  I laid there shaking like electricity was surging through my entire body, speaking in tongues for what seemed like about an hour.  There was a complete change in me when I finally stopped shaking uncontrollably and speaking in an unknown language.  I'll never forgot how, when we were so exhausted from praying during the quiet of the midnight hour, the Holy Ghost fell on me suddenly like an electrical surge!  I felt the anointing and power of God for service like I had never known.  I remember taking my Bible to school and while groups of kids were sitting in the field smoking pot, I witnessed to them about Jesus.  My whole life changed.  I was saved before that and I had received the Lord into my heart, but with the gift of the Holy Ghost, I received power from on high to live a holy life and boldly witness to people about Jesus.  This gift is available to all who have received Jesus as their Savior and who have surrendered all to Him.  "These signs will follow those who believe; in My name they will cast out devils and they will speak with new tongues" Mark 16:17.  "There appeared to them cloven tongues like fire and it sat on each of them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance" Acts 2:3-4. "He (Paul) said to them, 'Have you received the Holy Ghost since you believed?' And they said to him, 'We have not so much as heard of the Holy Ghost.'  When Paul laid his hands on them, they received the Holy Ghost and spake with tongues and prophesied" Acts 19:2,6. Most churches do not teach or believe in this special gift and anointing from God, because many ministers and Bible teachers are far from God today, and some teach it comes automatically with salvation.  This could not be true because in the scripture above, Paul asked these believers if they received the Holy Ghost "since you believed," which leaves no doubt at all that they were already saved, followers of Christ, but they had not yet received the gift of the Holy Ghost (Acts 19:2).  Also, just before Jesus ascended up into heaven, he told His disciples to stay in Jerusalem and wait for the promise of the Holy Ghost (Acts 1:4-8).  The disciples were obviously already saved, but they had not yet received the gift of the Holy Ghost.  If anyone tells you this gift from God is not for today, I can tell you without a doubt that is a lie perpetrated from Satan to deceive God's people and rob them from this special gift from God, which is indescribable, unless you experience it.  If you love the Lord and diligently seek this gift from God, He will freely give it to you.  This was even prophesied in Old Testament scriptures, one passage being Joel 2:28-29, "It will come to pass, that I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh (including the Gentiles) and your sons and your daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, and your young men will see visions, and also on the servants and handmaids I will pour out of My Spirit in those days."  For more information, please visit The Comforter page of this site.  God bless you.

[1958]  My great grandmother, Emily Alice Brown, was visited by an angel of God sometime before her death on 7/1/1958.  The angel of the Lord told my great grandmother that she would be leaving this world on July 1st (of that year, 1958).  My great grandmother told my mother about her visitation and what the angel told her and, sure enough, my great grandmother went on to be with the Lord on July 1, 1958.  I was four years old at the time of my great grandmother's death, but she was a profound woman of faith and I still remember her.  My mother told me, as I was growing up, about the angel who visited my great grandmother to tell her when she would be stepping out of this body and into her new heavenly body.  

Even many Christians today have a misunderstanding about our departure from this life, believing our soul and spirit doesn't exist with the Lord until the resurrection of the saints.  When the rapture takes place and God's people are resurrected from the dead (1 Thessalonians 4:16), our physical bodies will be changed into a new body and they will be united with our soul and spiritin the meantime our soul and spirit are with God until the resurrection, "We are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord.  We are confident and willing rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord" 2 Corinthians 5:6, 8. It should always encourage us to remember what Jesus said to the thief on the cross, who accepted Jesus and asked Him to remember him when He went to His kingdom: "And Jesus said to him, 'Truly I tell you, today you will be with Me in paradise'" Luke 23:43.  Notice here, Jesus did not tell him "you will be with me in paradise," but He said, "Today you will be with me in paradise;" this absolutely is not referring to a later date and time when the rapture takes place.  When the catching up of God's people takes place, they will be resurrected in new incorruptible bodies (1 Corinthians 15:42-58), but those bodies will be united with our souls and spirits, which never die: "Whoever lives and believes in Me will never die; do you believe this?" John 11:26.These are the Words of Jesus Himself.  

I am going to take this opportunity to share the story of another miraculous event that was told by a renowned evangelist by the name of R. W. Schambach about 20 years ago.  This is a great man of faith and his character is impeccable; you can believe this event just as he told it:  Brother Schamback told this event about an elder member of a church he was pastoring at the time in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  He was preaching a sermon and as he was speaking that day at the church, this elder member, Brother Cottman, suddenly stood up and apologized to Brother Schambach and the congregation for interrupting him, but he said he just had to say goodbye, because the angels were coming to take him home.  He looked around saying, "Goodbye everybody, goodbye everybody," and then he collapsed on the pew, going on to be with the Lord right then and there.  What a grand testimony!  Praise the Holy Lamb of God!  He paid the price for our sins, every one of us, so we can pass from this life and enter eternal life, to forever be with the Lord in heaven, our sins blotted out and our garments spotless, making us worthy to enter into His Holy presence!  Praise God!  * Don't miss the video testimonies given by Brother Schambach dated 10/19/11 on the News Videos page of this website.

[1954]  My cousin, Rodney Wilson, was born premature.  I remember as a child when my grandmother spoke to me of Rodney, she said he was so small he could fit inside of a shoe box.  He was born with some type of gastrointestinal defect (I don't remember the diagnosis) and he was unable to digest food properly, so he was still on a formula when he turned one.  He couldn't keep much of anything down and he vomited whole foods.  His health and weight waned and his physician told my aunt Norma that there was nothing more he could do.  At Rodney's first birthday party, everyone was eating cake and ice cream, except Rodney.  Great grandma Brown asked Norma, Rodney's mother, if she could give him just one bite of cake and ice cream in the name of Jesus.  Norma consented reluctantly, because at this time, he was unable to hold anything in his stomach without vomiting it right back up.  Grandma gave him some cake and ice cream in Jesus's name.  After a while, when he never vomited it back up, they gave him a little more; and when he didn't vomit that back up either, his mother gradually fed Rodney after that, until he was able to eat normally, with no other explanation than God Almighty healed Rodney's gastrointestinal system from that day forward.  Rodney grew to be a normal-sized man, with no further gastric problems.  This is the kind of great faith my great grandma Brown had, glory to His Holy Name! "Jesus said to them...'If you have faith as in a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, Be removed to another place, and it will be moved and nothing will be impossible to you'" Matthew 17:20

[1948]  My second cousin, Gene Davis, told me that during the summer of 1948, he was riding in a car with friends and he climbed out of the car through the passenger window and stood on the running board of the car.  Suddenly, the wind blew his baseball cap off of his head and as he reached out quickly to grab it, he fell off of the running board of the car and struck his head violently on the street, as he hit the ground.  He was rushed to the Orange County Hospital in Orange, California.  After Gene was examined in ER, the doctor explained to his mother that he suffered a severe fracture, he had a blood clot in his brain and was in a coma.  He said the damage to his head was so great that, even if he revived, he would remain in a vegetative state.  My great grandmother, Emily Brown, was at the hospital with my aunt and she told the doctor, "We are going to pray."  She contacted the faithful at the church and they all went to the hospital to pray over Gene.  He fully recovered through the healing power of God brought down by the faithful prayers of God's people.  "Is anyone sick among you?  Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord, and the prayer of faith will save the sick and the Lord will raise him up, and if he has committed any sins, they will be forgiven him" James 5:14-15.


[Late 1930s-early 40s]  My mother told me of a time when my great grandmother moved to a new area and there wasn't a church close by for her to attend, so she prayed and asked God to send a church there.  An evangelist with the Church of God soon came to town to start a church in this same area of Iowa.  He was praying that God would open the door someplace where he could begin services and he was waiting on the Lord for an answer.  As he drove down the street my great grandmother lived on, and as he approached the house where she lived, God spoke to him and told him to stop there and go to my grandmother's house and speak to the person that lived there.  He obeyed the Lord and knocked on her door.  When my great grandmother answered, he introduced himself and told her his purpose for being in the neighborhood.  My great grandmother had always attended a branch of the same Church of God in Iowa (Church of God of Prophecy), so she invited him to begin services in her home, and he did.  They had never met one another before that day, but the Lord brought them together and answered both of their prayers."We do not forsake the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhort one another, and much more as you see the Day of the Lord approaching" Hebrews 10:25.  "Do not worry about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God" Philippians 4:6.  "My God will supply all of your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus" Philippians 4:19.

[1930s]  Emily Alice Brown raised her children and my mother during the great depression.  In those days, it was customary to carry a "tab" at the local market and my great grandmother did this frequently, paying the bill on payday.  As times got very hard, she came to the point that she didn't have one thing in the house to feed her children; and not having much money either, she went to the local market and asked only for one sack of potatoes to feed her children.  The grocer refused my great grandmother the potatoes.  Ultimately, she managed and some of the children stayed with relatives, but the next time she went to the local market, she learned that the grocer had shot himself!  Imagine that, not giving a woman with children one sack of potatoes during the great depression, but giving up everything by killing himself.  I honestly believe that had he trusted in God, as my great grandmother did, and if he had prayed through his dilemma, God would have brought him through those depressing times, just as He did my great grandmother.  Now, in the natural it would have appeared that the grocer was much better off than my great grandmother, but we certainly can't rely on what appears to be fact in the natural.  The truth is that my great grandmother was a daughter of the King of all kings and Lord of all Lords. 2 Corinthians 5:7 says, "We walk by faith, not by sight."  The scripture also says, "My God will supply all of your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus" Philippians 4:19.  There is another passage which says, "I have been young, and now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or His seed begging for bread" Psalm 37:25.

[1920s-30s]  Emily Brown was as faithful a servant of God as a person can be in this world and her Christlike example affected many people, not just her family.  She is best remembered not only for her faithfulness to the Lord, but she had a mountain of faith that I can only pray to attain in my lifetime.  She raised my mother and my mother told me that in those days (1930s-40s) her neighbors would even bring sick folk to the house for prayer, because "grandma Brown could pray the prayer of faith."  Her daughter, Ruby, was in a near fatal accident, as a young girl.  She was sitting in the middle of the bench-style front seat, as the driver was driving up a hill and a car in the opposite lane crashed into their car, head on (no seat-belts in those days), and my grandmother flew through the windshield (glass was made differently in those days too).  She said that her right hand was shoved up to her elbow, with the bones protruding.  Her right breast was nearly severed completely from her body, and the right side of her forehead was cut and lifted at the eyebrow, baring skull.  The doctor who attended my grandmother told Emily Brown, her mother, that it would have to be a miracle for her to survive.  My great grandmother believed God, and especially since she didn't believe my grandmother was ready to meet God, she began praying in "faith-believing."  My grandmother survived and carried the scars throughout her lifetime that portrayed just what a great, miracle-working God we serve.  2 Timothy 1:12 "I suffer these things, but I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and I am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him against that day."


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