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originally posted by: Notably0ffbeat
a reply to: tigertatzen
Exactly my thoughts on the situation. Friends find it very hard to believe i "find" all that I wish for... I have furnished my new apartment with items i found in the trash. I needed a loveseat, and the next day someone placed it in the dump area. The ncool thing about it is that it was the exact colour and style I envisioned on having... ON a walk I mentioned I was thirsty to a friend, 20 paces later i found a cold beer laying in the field we were crossing. I dont "pray" to any god... but the power of belief is strong....
originally posted by: thepixelpusher
a reply to: 3danimator2014
God also gave us Doctors and answers to address the plague of Ebola too. His worlds grow and develop with all the eccentricities that it entails. Trust that if you died from Ebola that he would grant you another life to live or a seat in heaven if you were ready for that.
originally posted by: KTemplar
originally posted by: AboveBoard
My son was born with a congenital heart defect called HLHS. The left pumping chamber was not functional and we were told that he needed three open heart surgeries so they could stage a palliative solution without which he would die. It was so bad when they first saw it on ultrasound that the doc wasn't sure he would be born. The first time they saw it, the doc wasn't even sure of the diagnosis given how bad it looked, with a large sac of fluid around the heart.
I prayed for him then, and sent as much "healing energy" as I could to that little boy. I wish I could say he's been completely cured but the next untrasound showed the sac of fluid gone and the heart looking better, but the damage and scar tissue were already done. The surgeries could go forward.
Flash ahead to him at six months old. He's had two surgeries already and we are waiting to see when we should do the third one. He goes into massive heart failure. We rush him to the big hospital four hours away to see what can be done. He's in the ICU for over a week, unable to wean off the meds keeping him alive. They get me to fill out heart transplant permissions. Finally one of the docs said that they thought he might not make it and it all clicked, the social worker coming to visit, the chaplain, etc. why they didn't give it to me straight sooner I didn't know. I went to my car and cried a storm. I had been there alone with my husband four hours away and caring for our child with autism. It had been a total of ten days in the PICU.
As an aside, I had run out of money completely and has just given my last dollar for a cup of coffee. Then someone I first met, also a mom of a patient, handed me an envelope. She said "this is Gods money. He wants you to have it. ". I told her I had literally just spent my last dollar and wouldn't have anything more in my account for another week until I got paid and then most of that went to pay bills. It was $100.
Back to the car. I was crying heavily as I had been keeping it together for the whole time we had been there. I sent my anguish up to whomever might be listening and said very clearly " you say to ask, so I'm asking. I want him to live. I want my boy to live."
They did one more ultrasound a couple days later, and to their surprise, my son had started to recover function. It was kind of a miracle.
Flash forward to now, we are in a delicate / bad place again. But I have hope. I do however need to keep my health insurance, so you can imagine what I'm praying for now.
Hugs and I will also pray for you both!
Her ongoing search for love, and little personal support, kept her in the porn industry. It was something she never dreamed she would end up doing, but the doting photographers and the affirming fans seemed to fill her heart’s empty places. Willing to do anything for “love,” she sacrificed anything to get it…even abuse. She met a man who took over managing her porn career and pushed her to do more hardcore shoots. For three and a half years of the seven years Crissy was in the industry, she was in a physically and emotionally abusive relationship with a man who took all over her money. He was what people in the sex industry call a “suitcase pimp.”
After several suicide attempts, Crissy left that relationship with the help of her personal assistant. One night, she cried out to God and asked Him to prove He was real. Nothing she knew about God was what she learned about in Sunday school as a child. She thought no one would ever love a woman like her because she had made so many mistakes. She felt dirty and alone. She prayed for God to send her a sign. He did. A couple of days later, He sent a new friend into her life who told her about Jesus. She knew without a doubt God has used him to help her break free. That day, Crissy left the porn industry and has never looked back.