Abbey's Testimony

After a healthy, normal, beautiful 14 month old little girl was knocked down to a newborn's capabilities - where did I turn? When feelings of anger, fear, & hopelessness consumed my whole being - where did I turn? As a Christian of minimal knowledge & faith, I turned to God. My biggest question of Him, was why did You let this happen?

Modern medicine, specifically an MMR (mumps, measles, rubella) vaccine took my little Abbey's ability to walk, crawl, talk, & laugh away. All of her joy was replaced with shaking tremors, a hoarse whine, choking, & the inability to crawl or walk. Her nervous system was severely damaged. Intense hospital testing showed nothing was wrong - but the doctors would prescribe medications to stop the tremors. Abbey's Mom & Dad absolutely refused to medicate her. "It was medicine that hurt her, we won't hurt her anymore." Guilt that they were the ones to cause this disaster was now a new emotion to work with.

As Abbey's grandma, I turn to God to blame Him for hurting the ones I love the most. Anger, fear, hopelessness, & guilt were all God's doing. How & why, could He let this happen? Why couldn't He have afflicted this on me? I've lived my life & would be more than happy to take Abbey's burden. God, why?

Wally has been a big part of my life for 8 1/2 years. He was always there when I needed help in my business matters. I knew he & Jan had recently committed themselves to God & His teachings. As in the past, I merely emailed them saying, Help! Jan & Wally immediately responded with God's words - This was not God's doing & through strong faith & prayer, this little girl will be (not maybe) healed.

Their reassurance, that she will be healed - was enough to keep me & all of my family believing that we will get our little princess back. I invited Jan & Wally to my home to meet Abbey & to help me & my family pray for her well being.

Wally & Jan, through their readings, taught us that when you pray- let your intentions be known - make it clear what you are asking for & immediately start giving thanks for an answered prayer. Believe that your prayer has been heard & has been answered. Say "Thank You."

Jan held a restless Abbey while Wally intensely prayed aloud - casting out the bad & evil and inviting the healing power of our Lord, Jesus Christ. The feeling in that room was one of calm, peace, love, & healing. You could physically feel the healing power.

Abbey's healing has come full circle. She's walking, running, jabbering, & doing all those incredible things that 2 1/2 year olds do. She was healed by the love & grace of God. My entire family has been changed by Abbey's burden. Our faith is strong, we talk about our beliefs in God, & we share what we heard in church.

What Jan & Wally have taught me about their faith, the power of prayer, & how to apply God's teachings in everyday life has been a priceless treasure that will go with me for the rest of my life and beyond. PRAISE BE TO GOD

Abbey's parents Randi and Troy recently sent this updated picture to us and a brief explanation of where Abbey is today. Their faith and getting to know Jesus has blessed this family. Abbey is in Kindergarten and enjoying it a lot.  She has made much progress.  Her teachers who look after her, have felt she has met most of her goals that we have set for her since she began the Early Childhood program. 

So, Troy and I are very happy with that.  She is a social butterfly and will talk with anybody and that there is probably the best thing going for her right now.

Today, I went back to the website where the Abbey's Healing story is.  As I read it, I cried again, & relived just how important you two have been in my whole family's  lives.  Again, I thank you for being the Ambassadors of The Word......

I’ve Been Healed  

   
In December of 2000, I had my first heart attack. It was in the middle of the afternoon and I was sitting around talking to my grand daughters.  My arm had hurt me all day and it was really beginning to bother me. I thought it was arthritis and if I got it warm, it would quit. I told my granddaughter, Misty, I was going to go to bed and get it warm, thinking that would take care of my problem.

I lay there a long time.  I realized both arms were hurting and in my back, and I knew something was wrong. Mama was down the hall. I got to her room and collapsed. She called 911 and I remember seeing them in the hallway and they were talking about something sitting on my chest. I went into the hospital and had two stints put in and spent a week getting started on the road to recovery. That meant pills, diet and exercise. Food was the first to go. I started my heart diet. You’ve heard of them, no salt, on sugar and no fun.
  
 We had a large house and I suddenly couldn’t even keep it dusted. So, we sold it and moved to East Texas, close to my youngest daughter, Mara. This was in case I also needed help with Mama. Mama had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
    
Things went smooth for awhile. I stuck to my diet and exercised. I walked when the weather was good. I was walking one morning when one of my stints closed almost completely. I couldn’t walk very far after that, because I couldn’t breath. I would give out before I could get back to the house. I started having chest pains again. The doctor suggested I carry Nitro on my person at all times. I had to use it several times a day and sometimes in the middle of the night.  The heart doctor suggested I might need by-pass surgery. I was scared tee totally to death. I knew I would fight it as hard as I could.
  
At that time, my husband was still working in Dallas. He was laid off and our insurance went with the job. I knew there was no way I could go to the doctor and I certainly wasn’t going to the hospital. It would be two years before we could receive Medicare. Every day I prayed for God to keep me strong and every night I prayed he would take away the pain in my chest. One night I woke up to a loud booming noise. I thought it was the AC unit outside my window. It took me a minute to realize it was my heart beating that hard in my chest.  I knew then I would have to have surgery. I made a deal with God. I asked him to keep me well enough to stay out of the hospital until my Medicare was good, and in return I would give up and go quietly. Things didn’t get any better but they didn’t get any worse. It still took a prayer several times a day for the pain. The pills didn’t work any more.
   
Over the next several years, I couldn’t do much. It tired me out to cook dinner, going to the grocery store would put me to bed sometime for the rest of the day.
  
On a Saturday morning in 2005, I was up to drive my daughter, Julia to work. I would usually go up after the newspaper and work the puzzle before I would leave. Ours was a long driveway. As I was walking up, I had a chest pain that almost took me off my feet. I was walking through the orchard, I just backed up to a tree and rested and put a nitro under my tongue. I was resting and it came to me, we had signed our Medicare papers a month and a half ago. A big red flag was waving in my face. I walked on, thinking about my bargain with God. I said” Lord, if this is what you want, then give me a sign”. Then I was ashamed for asking. Who was I to ask for a sign from God? I was still walking and I looked down to see my shadow from the guard light on my left side and on my right side was a seven foot tall shadow. I knew this was my guardian angel. He looked so funny. I thought, he looks like Uncle Sam same striped pants. I knew this was Gods way of telling me go ahead, everything would be all right. I started back to the house laughing. I was so relieved.
   
The pain had left me. I drove my daughter Julia to work and I didn’t tell her what was wrong. I started back home and the pains started again. I drove home and told my husband I needed to go to the doctor. I don’t think I was thinking clearly or the pain was just that bad. I got in the car and drove myself. The doctor confirmed what I was thinking. I had a triple by-pass on Monday. My nurse was named Peter. A wonderful person, but nobody remembers him but me. I’m sure that was my angel.
    
In 2008, we moved to Denton, where my daughter, Julia was now working for The Merrit Buffalo Ranch. I met Jackie and Bob and Wally and Jan Ninneman. Jackie was having a Bible study every Sunday. Wally and Jan were teaching it.  I couldn’t go because of mama. Mama left me to be with Jesus in September 2008.
   
In March, I went to my first Bible Study. I had been set up. Julia said on the way over that they were going to pray for me today. I said Ok. Now, I was raised a Baptist. I thought it’s all right if they pray. I’ll be sure to thank them. Something happened Praise God. Before they (Wally, Jan, Jackie) started Jackie told me to picture Jesus. I shut my eyes; they all laid hands on me and started praying. I felt the heat from the Lord coming through their hands and I saw Jesus on a hillside. He held out his hand to me and I knew God that instant had healed me. My heart, my blood pressure and anything else.
 
I went to the doctor this week, for my six months check up and it came back, blood pressure normal and heart normal. I get stronger every day and Sunday evening Bible Study is my favorite place to be.

Testimony of Raven Miller of Emory, Texas

I want to tell y'all what the Lord has done!!!!!!

I started a new job at a nursing home a week ago.  After just one week of work, my supervisor told me that she had put in a request that I get a raise and more hours but was told that until my thirty day probationary period was over I couldn't have it.  OK - Get Ready.....The very next day my supervisor came and found me and said: "Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you...they upped your pay!!!!
Hallelujah!!!!  She then told me:  "You are too good of an employee and I cannot afford to lose you".