As usual it has been too long since I have written words to help others. I really don’t know if they help, but I pray they do.

So here it is a new year and almost the second month of 2025. So much has changed and so much has passed over us like water in a river of pain, confusion, and agony. And yet, there have been joys of new births, marriages and love there to greet us again and again.

One thing I do know, without God, I wouldn’t be here. I know that not everyone believes that, but I do. And if and when He comes into your life is up to you and no one else, to acknowledge Him.

I can’t convert you, I can’t convince you, and I can’t push you. It is between you and God.

So how should I begin? I can’t make you believe, but I can share stories of others who have had contact with God. You can believe them or not, they are only the ways God has dealt in others lives, and my own. Your own story is yours, you can share or not. It is up to you.

A long time ago, my Dad, Robert (Bob, Yogi, however you knew him) shared his story with me and some other family members. My Mom, Virginia (Ginny) was very sick. (She also shared her side of the story with us.) She had recently had my youngest brother, Don, and the doctors couldn’t find the cause of her illness. This was in the winter of 1961-62.

MY DAD

Dad, related that he didn’t know what to do, he was very heart broken and distraught. There was a wooded area behind us house and it was cold, wet and snowy. He went out into the woods and found a fallen tree. He dropped on his knees and plead in pray to God to save our Mom, begging God to hear her, as he didn’t know how he could care for Five children, aged 11, 10, 8, 7 and a newborn. He also said He couldn’t live without her. After awhile he got up and walked back into the house. He sat down, and looked at the floor. He realized that even though he had been out in the snow there were no footprints on the floor showing wetness and that his pant knees were not wet or muddy where he had been down on them. He rose up thinking maybe he had only dreamed he had been outside. But as he exited the door, he followed his footsteps out to the fallen tree and could see where he had knelt in the snow. He praised God and thanked Him as he took this as a confirmation of God’s healing. He knew in his heart that God had answered his prayer.

MY MOM

Mom, related to us later that at about the same time, she was in the hospital and she could see the doctors gathered around. She said they were talking about not knowing what to do. She also saw a group of tall men, higher than the ceiling standing around and talking about God telling them it was not her time to leave, for the prayers of her family and friends had come up to God seeking her healing and mercy for the families needs. (The prayers of the Saints have God’s ear).

Needless to say Mom recovered and the intercession of God in her and Dad’s lives, and ours as their children strengthened all our beliefs and trust in God.

This isn’t the only time that God’s hand was in our lives. More to come….