A word..

I received the most amazing word from the Lord today. Only a few times have I received such a strong, sure thing that I can stand upon it. Those times when I know that I know that I know......like when I was praying to be pregnant, God told me I would have a son and that he would grow up to preach His word. I wrote it down on a scrap of paper that was inside my Bible so I wouldn't forget....now I have a 2 year old son. Amazing.

Today at the beginning of the church service the pastor gave an altar call for those needing miracles.( There has been a particular miracle I have been praying for....I have prayed for my ex-husband to be out our of our lives completely. God knows my heart and that I honestly feel that growing up without this man in our lives would be the best thing for G. And for me. There has been so much hurt, pain, fear...I don't want to give the enemy any glory so I'll just say that he has done a number on our family! ) I know that if this prayer is answered, it will only be by God's deliverance. There is nothing I can do in my own power. So today when the altar call was given, I went forward to pray. I've asked God repeatedly for this miracle to manifest. I heard an altar worker lean over me to pray. He prayed a kind of general prayer, then left to pray for someone else. He came back to me and asked if there is something more specific he could pray about. Now it wasn't like I was the only one at the altar to be prayed for. The altar was literally packed. He could have prayed the first time and moved on. But God urged him back toward me and I told him of my specific needs. We prayed together and I left the altar. I have never met this man, nor can I recall seeing him in church before. His face wasn't familiar. I didn't know his name.

As I went back to my seat, someone began speaking in tongues. As the interpretation was given, the Lord said that if I come to him without doubt, that which I have asked for would be given. Now that is amazing enough in itself but through my tears as I was praising God and thanking Him, I noticed the altar worker who had prayed for me. He wore a name tag..."Don". That is also my dad's name.

Some may call all of this coincidence or happenstance, but I know this is neither of those. This is God, real and at work in my life. And I humbly thank Him from the bottom of my heart.