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David Hogan, December 1, 2012.
In May we had frosts two nights in a row, temperature was 27 degrees. Our apple-trees and strawberries were in bloom. The day after the frost two apple-trees, strawberries and their blossoms were in a fine condition (see photo).
And leaves on the third apple-tree and the blossoms of the magnolia were frozen (see on photo). What was the difference?
I remembered how our apostle Daniel Rodes heard about approach of a frost and told his daughter to pray for their strawberries in bloom. When he came home after work, he decided to pray over the strawberry, and understood that somebody already prayed for it. He asked who prayed. It turned out, his daughter did it as he told her.
Their strawberries survived the frost perfectly. This example inspired me. I prayed in faith over our two apple trees on which there were blossoms, and over the strawberries, and all was good. For the third apple-tree I did not pray, because on it there were no bloom. And I had simply forgotten about the magnolia, and its bloom was lost.
My husband began to sprinkle apple-trees in the middle of day (he had heard that this way gardeners keep orange trees from frost), but I asked him to rely on God’s power and protection, he agreed, repented in not believing God, and switched off the water. We saw God’s power at work. I also photographed what became from a frost with the hosta leaves.
Glory to our wonderful and faithful Lord! He is the same yesterday, today and forever.
7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. (Mat 7:7-8 KJV)
This is a testimony about God’s miracle working power in the heart and the body of one of His children, Brother Mikhail. We are providing actual text of our recent correspondence with this Brother.
March 1, 2013.
Hello sister Tatyana!
Sorry for the long silence, it was difficult to write.
This is my 3d month of going through an ordeal that the Lord allowed for my correction.
Honestly, I don’t know how to pass this trial, I am praying and fasting, but the problem gets worse.
I’m seriously afraid of ending up in a wheelchair… At night I spend hours in prayer…
Because of my carelessness I ruptured, herniated spinal disc, I am having a disability, almost all the time I spend in bed… I am avoiding a surgery as much as I can, but today got up briefly and suddenly my legs began to numb, no strength… I fainted…
I scared my children, they dragged me to bed…. Not fun…. I came to my senses – again prayed for healing with tears…
I opened my E-mail, and here is your letter [with Ivan Komarov’s message “To receive healing is simple“], may the Lord grant it to be the answer to my prayers!
Again, thanks for the link, I’m going to watch the program!
I (Tatyana) shared my testimony with Mikhail how the Lord healed me from back injury
On March 3, 2013, Mikhail wrote:
I started watching the video on your link, & 5 minutes was enough for me to lay hands on myself and to declare myself healed through the sacrifice of Christ (Isaiah 53). My heart began resisting it, but I strongly kept telling it that according to God’s Truth my spine has been healed already. 20 minutes went by and I fell asleep.
In the morning I felt very good, even took a shower without anyone’s help, and several times I got up on my own. But in the afternoon my condition began to deteriorate rapidly.
I spent the night without sleep, prayed and asked Jesus to reveal to me how the power of God works.
In the morning my family stirred in my heart thanks to God. However, a heavy stone laid on my heart. I talked with my sons and then verses from Job came to my mind. I grabbed my Bible and it opened up to Chapter 32 of Job! I was reading as drinking the living water. “Whom I love I punish, in order to turn away from pride” – Job 36:7-9. Great God in His mercy – He helped me to see my sin! Repentance brought untold relief, even pain let me go, thanks to our Heavenly Father!
It was so easy on my heart, again I laid hands on myself and declared myself healed by the stripes of Christ. This time my heart did not resist, it was delighted. But full recovery has not happened. I will try not to give up, because trials strengthen our faith.
The curse causeless shall not come.
—Proverbs 26:2 (KJV)
The truth is more amazing than fiction, and the story I tell here is true. I began as an emotional failure and an alienated loner doomed to spinsterhood, and became a happily married wife. At first, I offered my story only to friends. It made a deep impression upon them and inspired optimism; they advised me to publish it.
King Solomon’s Descendant
When I was 7 years old, a dramatic vision made me believe that the most important in my life was to love and be loved.
Out of nowhere, there came a bright scene, which lingered for a long time. I smelled the freshness of a river in shadowy woods. A slim young man with dark hair stood on the bank of the river waiting for his chosen one. With a graceful smooth walk, a young woman met him. She wore a white ballroom dress with a fluffy, airy skirt. Her face glowed with a happy smile. She stretched her arms out for an embrace. She was confident in her happiness, in their mutual love. I believed I was to be that girl.
Later, this childhood impression grew into a conviction that the meaning of my life was to love a certain man. I wished to dedicate myself to him and to live by him and for him. However, an insidious voice inside whispered, “It will not work. You will not make it.” I listened to it. Moreover, I believed it.
For long decades, my private life went nowhere. Those I fell for were either indifferent to me or despised me. I felt rejected and hurt.
If I had met my future husband earlier,
either I would have not noticed him
or I would have pushed him away
If my early failures were just random and unfortunate, they should not have repeated themselves every time. I should have been able to connect with someone at least once. I was not ugly. Young men would come up to me in the street to express their interest. Nevertheless, they did not interest me, and I did not have any success with the guys whom I did like. If I liked someone, he would not like me—or vice versa. I kept asking myself, “Why are they not interested in me?” I thought I might have been cursed.