Testimony Time

TESTIMONY TIME...
In biblical times people heard about the the power and mercy and faithfulness of God through stories handed down trough the generations...the flood..the dividing of the Red Sea...the Manna for food...the raising of the dead etc..etc. when I was growing up, I remember times set apart on Wednesday nights for personal testimony.
As a young child, I remember loving the retelling  of these personal testimonies and took them to heart as a contemporary foundation that God Is Alive. Jesus Christ did die but rose...he doesn't just live in my heart in some dark, unknown space where I can't see him. He is Spirit and Truth...and I can depend on him in my personal life, because I saw him come alive in the personal testaments of my elders.
Having seen this once common part of the "church" experience be extinguished because of a variety of reasons ...but mostly because the pastors could not control the exuberance and length of their flocks personal experiences... (another nail in the box God has been put in.)
Is it any wonder that the youth of today have decided that God is dead...they have never seen him live 😫😩
I have experienced many, many personal testimonies and try to pass them on to my children and grandchildren as truth that the spirit of God lives ...today , just as it did yesterday and we can count on it for tomorrow.
That said, I would like to hear from other Facebook Friends in the retelling of what God has saved you from, directed you in a miraculous way or otherwise reminded you ...He Is Alive.   I will start you off ...
Somewhere around the year of 1985, my husband and I, along with my daughters Rachel Holloway Moore and Maegan Combs were returning from a visit with family in West Virginia. We left early in the morning because we had to be back at our job as houseparents at the Boys Ranch in Batesville, Ark. that evening.
Coming down from the mountains at that time in the morning, the fog was so think, we could not see very far ahead of us.
All of a sudden, like a horrible nightmare. We saw standing the road before us, a small child. His clothing was torn, bloody and he he stood perfectly still in the middle of the road in front of us...on the highway. Too this day, I still remember his face, surrounded by the thick fog. My husband Dan, was an excellent driver, but there is no way, he kept from hitting that child, except by the protection of the hand of God. There was no car that we could see by the side of the road...where had this child come from????
He was obviously in shock and kept on saying, "am I going to die?" Finally, I was able to calm him down enough to find out that the car he was in, had gone off the road and down a ravine. Mind you, this was before cell phones.
We seemed to be the only ones on the road at the time. So, we put this small boy in the car with my daughters and Dan and I started looking in this thick fog..as best we could for w where the car went over. Finally we found it. We made it down the small ravine and found the car. It had obviously turned over several times. The mother was alive but pinned. We told her that her little boy was safe and that we would try to go for help. She thanked us but then said " could you see about my twin girls. They were in the back seat, and I can't hear them."  I about fainted...there was alkinds of luggage and household goods in the back seat...but I didn't readily see or hear any baby.
So, I started slowly pulling what "stuff" I could reach out of the car....All the while trying to keep the mother calm . Then I saw the first one. Remember. This was before mandatory car seats.) She was laying calmly...eyes wide open...on top of a fluffy pile of blankets..I prefer to think she had been held by angels wings until the car stopped rolling.
I carefully pulled her out and climbed with her up the ravine and put her in a very surprised Rachel's' lap.( Rachel was about 12 at the time.) Then I turned around and went back for the 2nd baby. Meanwhile, my husband Dan, was trying to stop someone to find a phone and alert the police of the situation.
Back at the wreck site, I continued to carefully sift through the car stuff to locate another 6wk old baby...praying all the time that she would not be in pieces. Finally, I heard a very weak cry. Again, I found a best,tiny little girl tucked within some padding of laundry. There appeared to be some blood on the clothing and she was asleep or unconscious...I didn't know. As careful as I could, I took her out from her little "safe place.
Just as I placed the 2nd twin in Maegans lap, I could hear sirens in the distance. To make a Long, long story short, the medical people came, got the mom out of the car and put her and the children in the same ambulance. According to the paramedics, it appeared they all were going to be ok. Turns out, this family was moving to another state. The dad was already there.
There were so many things that could have gone wrong in this situation. But God directed our every move. The Angels of protection were in place for all of us.
This is just one of many times where I was convinced that God is real...he is alive and will direct us while protecting us.
Now it is your turn...tell us all one of your testimonies of who God is.
The world wants to be reminded that God Is Not Dead !!!!!