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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:42 pm
The reason why I say that love truly does conquer all is beacuase of my story...
When I first started dating my Girlfriend she told me that she has cancer, and that the doctors were giving her only until she is 21 to live, shes 18.Every night since that day she told me I have been praying constantly, one night she got really bad, she was throwing up blood, and blood was coming out of her nose and she couldnt breath.We rushed her to the hospital where they gave her a blood transfusion because she lost too much blood. I went to a nearby church to pray to God to listen to me and by some miracle can He heal her.
Just yesterday she got a call from her doctor who takes blood samples from her and said he had good news. The doctor had told her that he couldnt find any traces of the cancer in her blood. He told her that even he admits that my Girlfriend was one of his worst cases of the cancer,and that in his 30 years of being a doctor he has never seen anything like it. My girlfriend always believed in God but she never really believed that he answers our prayers, but after I literally cried out to God to heal her I felt this overwhelming feeling of relief all of a sudden. Thats when I knew that the Lord was with me, listening to what I had to say. He performed a miracle for me and now My Girlfriend truly believes that God answers everyone's prayers, and even though we may lose hope, He never losses Faith in us.
Im planning on marrying my Girl and Now we can truly spend our whole lives together.
MY MESSAGE TO YOU IS THAT GOD TRULY DOES LISTEN TO US WHEN WE PRAY. LOVE TRULY DOES CONQUER ALL. I HAVE WITNESSED A MIRACLE PERFORMED BY GOD AND IF YOU PRAY WITH ALL OF YOUR HEARTS, HE WILL LISTEN TO YOU TOO!
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 10:24 am
I can't even begin to describe how fascinating and remarkable this story really is. I have to go to class now, but I' going to marvel at this when I get back too.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:01 am
Wow, that's amazing! Thanks for sharing smile
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 12:38 pm
Wow, I almost forgot to come back and talk about how awesome that story is. It's just wonderful that God could bless someone so much. I've never really expected to hear a first hand account of something so miraculous. This is really reinvigorating my spiritual life. Thank you so much for telling us this.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 3:36 pm
Your all very welcome. I posted this story because I wanted the world to know that God truly does answer anyone's prayers. My Girlfriend and I are having the time of our lives now that we can do almost everything together, and not worry about her getting sick. I would like to ask one thing from all of you. Please send this message out to anyone you know who is giving up on life, Tell them that there is always hope no matter how bad something may be.
God plays a huge part in my life. Since I was a kid all I ever wanted to learn was what he wanted me to do. Every Christmas eve, after the midnight mass I kneel down in front of Jesus and ask him what he would like for his birthday, I tell him that I dont need material things in this life, I just want to know what I could do for him on his birthday.
My point is that whether or not your faith is strong, you can always turn to him for help, he will never just abandon any of his children in time of need.
I help a lot of people out whether it would be homeless or anyone in need, and people often ask me, what would you be there for someone who doesnt even care about you. I turn and tell them, Because thats exactly what God does. Half the world may not like him or even acknowlede his existence, but he still loves them all the same.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:25 am
I had an experience of my own, but not to this level, maybe not level, level is a bad word. But this is simply amazing, I am glad to read that it is going so very well. Thank you for sharing your story.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:38 am
Your all very welcome. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:22 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:20 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:06 pm
Thanks for reminding me to stay faithful! I've been pretty isolated from friends due to my stressful and heavy work load lately. Your story made me remember that I'm not alone, and with God I'll make it through.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:27 am
xehanort777 Thanks for reminding me to stay faithful! I've been pretty isolated from friends due to my stressful and heavy work load lately. Your story made me remember that I'm not alone, and with God I'll make it through. Exactly. I understand how you feel to be isolated from the people you care about. But with God you can get through anything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 1:53 pm
I had to bump this. Sorry. Even though this has happened to me, everytime I see my wife I still think about what has happened.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:12 pm
I don't know why I didn't see this until now, but thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story. It sounds like you and your girlfriend (now wife? Congratulations!) are extremely blessed. My story is not quite so extreme, but it has really reawakened my faith recently. About...I guess it was well over a year ago (doesn't feel like it's been that long), when me and my friends were still heavily using heroin, my really good friend James overdosed. Nobody noticed that there was anything wrong with him, because he shot up and then was just relaxing in his comfy chair, with his eyes closed, which was perfectly normal for him. I'd decided that I was tired and going to go home, and I always hug and kiss James goodbye whenever I leave, so I went over to him and said, "James, I'm tired as s**t and it seems like people here want to party, so I'm gonna head home." And he didn't respond, and when I bent down to kiss his cheek, I felt that he was deathly cold and upon closer inspection, I couldn't tell if he was breathing. I immediately started yelling for help while I checked for his pulse, which was so weak that I thought it was just wishful thinking at first. Everyone in the house was freaking out, and one of his housemates said that he would get a cold shower going and a couple people should try to get him up the stairs. But something just told me that we didn't have time to ******** around with ice cubes and cold showers like we usually did, and I insisted that we get him to my car and take him to hospital ASAP. Luckily they listened to me. In hospital, he apparently flat-lined three times, and the last time it happened he was clinically dead for over five minutes, but they were able to bring him back. In the waiting room, the friends who had come with me were just chatting and laughing like usual. I was on my knees in the corner, practically bent in half over my clenched fists, praying harder that I've ever prayed. Please, Lord, please spare him. I know he's a sinner, but aren't we all? I need him, Lord, I need him. I've lost so much already, I can't lose him. I won't. I know I'm being selfish, but he has so much to offer the world if you'll just spare his life and give him another chance. Please, Dear God, don't take him from me. Spare him, in your infinite mercy, please Lord...and I went on like that for over an hour, until a nurse came out and said that James was conscience and asking for me. When I got to James's bedside, I kissed his forehead, grabbed his hand, and didn't let go. I clutched it while the doctors told me what had happened. James had to stay overnight in hospital for observation, but he was fine. After all the doctors left, I hels James so tightly and told him never to do that to me again. As I rested my cheek on the top of his head, I silently mouthed "Thank you thank you thank you thank you" again and again. It restored my faith, and it inspired both James and me to get clean off opiates, which we've both been successful with. Experiencing a miracle first-hand is extremely powerful. muse_4_music Every Christmas eve, after the midnight mass I kneel down in front of Jesus and ask him what he would like for his birthday, I tell him that I dont need material things in this life, I just want to know what I could do for him on his birthday. Are you serious? I thought I was the only one who did this, haha! Right on! I feel a little less dorky now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:58 pm
SinfulGuillotine I don't know why I didn't see this until now, but thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story. It sounds like you and your girlfriend (now wife? Congratulations!) are extremely blessed. My story is not quite so extreme, but it has really reawakened my faith recently. About...I guess it was well over a year ago (doesn't feel like it's been that long), when me and my friends were still heavily using heroin, my really good friend James overdosed. Nobody noticed that there was anything wrong with him, because he shot up and then was just relaxing in his comfy chair, with his eyes closed, which was perfectly normal for him. I'd decided that I was tired and going to go home, and I always hug and kiss James goodbye whenever I leave, so I went over to him and said, "James, I'm tired as s**t and it seems like people here want to party, so I'm gonna head home." And he didn't respond, and when I bent down to kiss his cheek, I felt that he was deathly cold and upon closer inspection, I couldn't tell if he was breathing. I immediately started yelling for help while I checked for his pulse, which was so weak that I thought it was just wishful thinking at first. Everyone in the house was freaking out, and one of his housemates said that he would get a cold shower going and a couple people should try to get him up the stairs. But something just told me that we didn't have time to ******** around with ice cubes and cold showers like we usually did, and I insisted that we get him to my car and take him to hospital ASAP. Luckily they listened to me. In hospital, he apparently flat-lined three times, and the last time it happened he was clinically dead for over five minutes, but they were able to bring him back. In the waiting room, the friends who had come with me were just chatting and laughing like usual. I was on my knees in the corner, practically bent in half over my clenched fists, praying harder that I've ever prayed. Please, Lord, please spare him. I know he's a sinner, but aren't we all? I need him, Lord, I need him. I've lost so much already, I can't lose him. I won't. I know I'm being selfish, but he has so much to offer the world if you'll just spare his life and give him another chance. Please, Dear God, don't take him from me. Spare him, in your infinite mercy, please Lord...and I went on like that for over an hour, until a nurse came out and said that James was conscience and asking for me. When I got to James's bedside, I kissed his forehead, grabbed his hand, and didn't let go. I clutched it while the doctors told me what had happened. James had to stay overnight in hospital for observation, but he was fine. After all the doctors left, I hels James so tightly and told him never to do that to me again. As I rested my cheek on the top of his head, I silently mouthed "Thank you thank you thank you thank you" again and again. It restored my faith, and it inspired both James and me to get clean off opiates, which we've both been successful with. Experiencing a miracle first-hand is extremely powerful. muse_4_music Every Christmas eve, after the midnight mass I kneel down in front of Jesus and ask him what he would like for his birthday, I tell him that I dont need material things in this life, I just want to know what I could do for him on his birthday. Are you serious? I thought I was the only one who did this, haha! Right on! I feel a little less dorky now. Your experience is quite moving as well. I believe that God does these things to test our faith of him. Then he gives us that chance that we ask for to change to be good in his eyes. I am deeply moved by this Story because any act of God in our lives is simply a miracle. I love storied like this and I think I am going to create a sub forum dedicated to inspiring stories of faith such as these. Yes, I always do that every Christmas. lol I also know a ton of people who do it too. If it makes me dorky then I'll gladly be a dork for God.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:53 am
Is it totally possible that my friend would have been all right even without my prayer? Well, yes. Miracles happen for people who don't ask for them, and ask ten different people to define "miracle" and you'll probably get ten different answers.
But there was something that compelled me to pray like that on that night. We've had ODs in our group before, and usually I'm sort of the ringleader of the act-as-normal-as-possible-to-cover-up-how-scared-you-really-are act. If anyone ever wonders why my sense of humour can be so callous and tasteless at times, it's because I usually deal with bad situations by trying to make them funny. In most cases I feel that I could either feel sorry for myself, or laugh about it, and I'd rather laugh about it.
But I feel like both me and James were being looked after that night. I'd insisted we take him to hospital right away because this feeling in my gut told me that that's what needed to happen, and the doctors told me that if he'd come in even just a few minutes later, they probably couldn't have saved him.
We also got lucky with which doctor was on-call that night. I guess the thing he hates most in the world is for anyone under the age of 45 to die on his table
Apparently the last time James flat-lined, everyone else in the room was telling this doctor to give it up and just pronounce the time of death, but he refused to stop trying. (Five minutes of your body being clinically dead is sort of considered the cut-off point by many. If you've been dead for five minutes or longer, you're a lot less likely to come back, and even if you do, there's risk of severe brain damage due to your brain not getting enough oxygen).
And then something just...compelled me to walk away from my friends and pray. I hadn't prayed in a long time by that point, and if someone had actually told me to pray, I probably would have laughed at them. But for some reason, that night, I just felt like I NEEDED to pray, almost like I might die if I didn't, and I felt that James would most certainly die if I didn't.
I can't help but feel that God knew my faith was waning, and since of course He knows me, He knew it would take something pretty drastic to get me back on the right track.
And I feel so much better with God in my life. For maybe the first time in my life, I feel GOOD about my faith. I feel certain about it, I feel certain of the path I'm on. I feel like I'm glorifying God with my life and work. I feel safe and loved in a way that's completely different from feeling safe and loved with friends and family. I feel blessed. I feel at peace. And honestly, it's just now hitting me how much things have changed for me, both internally and externally. I'm actually crying a little bit, but not the bad kind of crying.
I just don't think the full magnitude of everything that happened that night James overdosed really hit me until..well, right now. Wow.
And regaurding the Christmas thing, I always just feel slightly dorky because nobody else seems to. Though I told my little brother about it years and years ago, and now we do it together if we see each other for Christmas.
Anyway, a thousand thanks for posting this thread. Not only is an absolutely beautiful, inspirational story, but just through replying to you and sharing my own story I've had some important personal revelations.
You, sir, are awesome, and I shall be proud to have you as my Vice Captain. *salute*
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