answered prayers and MiraclesIt was February 15, 2017, and my mom and brother had come up for the weekend to visit BSU. We had planned to go shopping Saturday night, then go to a movie. The movie was called, “A Dog’s Purpose.” We told Julia and Sara we were going to do this, and Julia’s relatives had come up too, so they wanted to come. We were running a bit late to the movie because we were shopping. We were in the checkout line when I said we weren’t going to make it unless we left now. We put our clothes in a place where we could buy them later, then took off towards the theatre. We arrived and walked up to buy our tickets. The movie started at 7:20pm and it was about 7:18pm. The lady told us the movie was sold out. There weren’t any other movies we wanted to go to, so I just called Sara and told her what happened and that we were just going to go back to TJ Max. As we were walking into the store, two homeless guys that were standing on the sidewalk called us over. My mom said, “no thank you,” which I am not sure why she chose those words, but I walked right over to him and asked what was going on. He asked me for two dollars to go buy a coffee for himself and his other friend. I looked at him, and pulled out my wallet. My mom and brother were standing behind me watching. I pulled out a ten and said to him, “I’m going to give you ten dollars.” He was surprised and asked why I would do this, he had just wanted two dollars. I said, “I will give you ten dollars if you promise me that you will spend it on coffee, not anything else you don’t need.” He nodded his head and said, “of, course.” Before I gave it to him, I said, “I also want you to thank God for everything you have, even if it is small, like this gesture. I want you to thank Him.” He said, “yes, I will.” I then asked if I could pray for him, he said yes and his friend walked over. His friend had a limp that I noticed, so I asked him what happened. He said he had arthritis. I said ok we will pray for that. I put my hand on his knee and asked Jesus to come into him and heal him. I still do not know if the guy was healed yet, or if he even felt anything in his leg. I prayed with them both to put all their trust in God, even when their lives are hard. I then told them God loved them both and gave them a hug. As we were walking into the store, I just looked at my mom and said, “That’s totally normal around her.” She was so surprised at what had just happened. I just told her and my brother about healing and how we should show love to everyone. My mom said she was proud of me and my brother asked how I knew how to do it. We talked about it a little longer, then continued shopping. I had felt a lot of power that night when talking to those guys. I knew God was with me, and that the homeless man with arthritis was going to be healed.
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miraclesThis was a miracle but also a voice. It was not an audible voice, but I definitely heard it and felt it in my head. It was one night at Kings when we had brought two girls, Stephanie and Sarah. These girls where very reluctant to come, but Kaleb and I were persistent. We went up to their room and talked to them about Kings for about twenty minutes. They really did not want to go, and the other people in and outside the room were making fun of it. We just took it because we knew God could change them if we just got them to come with us. The guys outside the room joked about getting drunk before going. We just defended it until the girls finally said yes. We lead them to Kings, then prayed for them later. When we were praying for Steph, Austin and Devin looked at me and asked if I had any prophetic words for her. I had never done that before so I just stammered a bit, but then decided to just go for it. I searched and asked God to give me something. My mind went to family right away, then to mom and dad. I wavered between mom and dad until the “dad” seemed to pop out and look more distinct in my head. I asked her if she had a bad relationship with her dad. She looked at me and said, “yes.” I yelled, “yes!” and jumped up and down. Then I was like, “Oh, no, that’s bad, that’s bad that the relationship is bad, but yes that I got the prophetic word correct.” Everyone started laughing. I then asked for healing for Steph’s relationship with her dad. To get a word from God you have to just trust that what comes into your head at the time is from Him, and believe that you are correct when asking. Sometimes you might be wrong, but that does not mean you should feel down, we sometimes get things wrong or aren’t listening correctly. Later that night, I was praying for Sharron’s brother. As I was praying, my weight kept going to my heels. It was almost as if I did not have any stabilization at all. It was weird and I kept trying to fight it, but then I realized it was God totally knocking me over with the holy spirit, so I just said in my head, “I trust you.” Sharnae was behind me, and she managed to catch me, but instead of laying me down, she shoved me back up. That kind of took me out of my trance. I felt so much peace at that time, and I wanted it again. I waited until I heard someone a little bigger behind me like Austin, then I asked God for the feeling again. It came, but much lighter this time. I still just thought about trusting God, then fell back. Austin caught me. I laid on the ground and just enjoyed the little bit of piece He gave me. Kaleb had the same thing happen to him, and he said he cried and heard God say, “I’m proud of you.” After that night, I had felt God in a new way, the way that I had been praying for, maybe without really praying for it.
answered prayersI was in a geography quiz my second semester of my freshman year. It was a pop quiz, so I was not prepared. Halfway through the quiz, I decided to pray to God to help me. About halfway through my prayer it seemed that answers started popping into my head. I quickly wrote them down. I had though at the time that they were correct, before they were on the tip of my tongue, but I could not think of them. I do believe God gave me the words I was trying to think of, even though later I learned they were mostly wrong anyway. It was amazing though that I just decided to just pray to God in the quiz to help me, and technically He did. The answers were wrong, but God is not going to just hand you the answers, He just gave me the answers that were already in my head. Things I had put work into already.
answered prayersThis was at the winter retreat of 2017 at Chi-Alpha Lake Geneva. It was the last day and the speaker had asked anyone to stand up if they had any gluten allergies. Sara, Julia, me, Nate, and Kaleb all looked at Sharnae. She looked back at us and shook her head. We basically made her stand up to get prayed for by the 700 people there. There was other gluten-free people who stood up as well, so it was not just her. We prayed for about a minute for her to totally be healed. As soon as we were done, I just said, “Well, Sharnae, you can have gluten now.” She just looked at me, I do not think that she believed me because she probably did not feel anything. I honestly knew she was healed though. Later, after the conference, we stopped at Subway on the way home. I told her she had to try something with gluten in it, so she ordered the flatbread. She ate it and said she did not feel sick! Then, later that day she had more bread and said she was still fine! Sharnae used to be lactose free, but the Lord cured that too! She can have milk now, which is so cool! She says that her body is not used to having gluten so she feels a little drained but not the same way she used to react. It is a miracle I can remember every time I see her.
MiraclesThis miracle may not actually be a miracle, but I cannot think of anything else to call it. A girl had messed up her shoulder somehow on my dorm floor. I had seen her every once and a while and I always wanted to pray for her, but I was scared to. I did not want to fail and then she is driven even farther away from believing in God. I also did not know if she was Christian. Anyway, about a week after seeing her with her shoulder, I was walking through the lobby when I heard the staff talking about lowering her bed because she could not climb up in it anymore. I thought to myself that this was my chance. This was a sign. So, I walked up to my dorm and saw her with her door open. Before I went in, I prayed in my room for courage and bravery to walk in there and heal her. I knew God wanted me to pray for her, so I walked in her room. A CA, her mom, and two of her friends were in there. I made myself say, “Can I pray for your arm?” It was probably the most awkward prayer of my life. None of them were Christians, and I did not even feel God at the moment of prayer. I left feeling unsatisfied and she did not gasp or say she felt warm. I felt like I had failed and that maybe I did not have enough faith or belief. I had no idea what I did wrong. I felt that because I had the courage to go into her room and announce that I was a Christian and that I wanted to pray for her, God would help me heal her. Anyway, after I got back to my dorm room, I laid down in my bed and asked God what I had done wrong. I felt tired, then suddenlyeverything started to get fast and loud, like how things sometimes do. I usually try to get rid of that feeling, but this time I decided to embrace it. I started speaking in tongues and prayed for Lexi’s arm again. It was super powerful, and I had to whisper because in this state, everything sounded like a shout. I wondered if anyone was hearing me. After the episode was over, I felt better and thought maybe that throughout my life, those little episodes of everything getting fast, was God’s way of inviting me into the spiritual world. It has happened maybe 20 times in my life, but this was the only time I prayed during it. I felt to powerful, like chills and warmth at the same time. I really believed that Lexi’s arm would be healed that next morning. I did not hear anything from her the next morning, so I am not sure if it healed or not. I cannotbelieve it would not be healed. I put so much prayer and power into healing her arm, I do not know what I could possibly be leaving out. The only thing I can think of is that God has a different plan for her, maybe this injury is needed so that I introduce Jesus into her life, then after waiting for her arm to heal, she turns to Him herself. God’s plan is way more powerful than any healing I can do, so I will just have to trust that He knows what He is doing.
answered prayersThis miracle was a trust miracle. We had just finished ice fishing one night. Julia, Sharnae and Sara were with me. We had not caught anything, but the night was still fun. After we got back to the dorms, I got a call from Sara saying she had lost her phone. We figured it was in my car, so we checked. It wasn’t there. We retraced our steps to everywhere she had gone. We came up with nothing. Finally, I said we should go back to the ice house to check. We went back to my car, but there was a bunch of police officers surrounding it so I couldn’t get out. Apparently, some kids were drinking that night and got caught. We walked up to Kaleb’s room and got his keys for his car. We went out to the ice house and checked everywhere. No phone. We went back to campus. I said we should check my car again, but we should pray before we do. So, we prayed and I prayed in tongues but found nothing. I said thank you to God for helping us lookanyway and that we trusted that this was for a reason, and we went back to Sara’s dorm to tell Julia we didn’t find it. Julia suggested it was in the trash bag that we had thrown away. We literally rummaged through the trash on the outside of the residential hall, but did not find it. I prayed aloud again to thank God for just helping us look, and that we know this for the best for some reason. We basically gave up after that. I said goodnight to them both and walked back to my dorm. Before I was going to walk up the steps, I felt like I needed to check the unisex bathroom that we had already checked once. I just felt like I needed to. I walked into the bathroom and checked under the radiator, where Sara had said it would be if it was in the bathroom. It wasn’t there. As I was checking I started to pray in tongues to God, about 3 seconds later I hear a buzz near the toilet in the back. I run over and see her phone laying facedown behind the toilet. I pick it up and run up to Sara’s room. I knocked on the door and hid the phone behind my back. As soon as they opened it I said, “Say thank you to the Lord.” They didn’t respond by saying that so I was just like well here’s your phone. Sara just looked at me. She asked how I found it and I said well I was praying and heard a buzz while I was checking the bathroom. She checked her phone and saw no notifications from a minute ago, when I heard the buzz. There was no reason the phone should have buzzed. I do think that because I prayed and told God we trusted in Him that He would make the situation right, He did.
miraclesThis miracle is a very strange one that happened to me. It is a great example of God knowing what is best for you, even when you feel like you are suffering. During the baseball season of my senior year, I broke my arm. It was a game against Detroit Lakes, and the first batter of their team walked up to the plate. After a second pitch, he hit a long ball in between center and left field. I played center, and another kid named Jace played left. We both sprinted towards the ball. It was perfectly in the middle of us, so no one called it. At the last second I dove for it. I felt the ball hit my glove and I squeezed hard. I came down with the ball and rolled. I heard a small crack, but still stood up. The ball was on the ground in front of me and my arm was in an “s” shape. I started yelling at Jace to look at my arm. As he was picking up the ball he glanced over and swore. The kid who hit it was on third base. Time was called and I started to jog in to show my coach, but everyone started yelling at me to not move. I did not realize how bad my arm was broke. When the coaches and ambulance crew got onto the field, I started to realize I might not be playing baseball anymore. I asked one of the ambulance crew to just pop it back in so I could keep playing. He just looked at me until my coach said, “Your arm is broken, you can’t play.” At this point I wanted to start crying, not from the pain, but from the idea of not playing my senior year of baseball. My whole future was being torn away from me. That fall I was supposed to go play baseball at Bemidji State University. The coach was looking at me, and at a possible scholarship. I was hitting .500 that year without many errors in the field. As I was contemplating how much this was going to affect my future, we walked over to the ambulance. My dad was waiting there. He just looked at my arm and asked if he could drive me himself so we would not have to pay for the ambulance. They said that I would be much safer if they stabilized my arm inside the ambulance. He did not argue, so I stepped into the ambulance. At this point, I was so emotionally confused that I decided to put off thinking about my baseball future. I talked with the ambulance crew and made some jokes. I remember how taken aback they were by my excitement to ride in an ambulance for the first time. I had never broken anything before, or even been in the hospital for anything serious. They asked my pain level and I said a “1” if even that. They asked if I wanted morphine, something I had never had before, so I accepted. It made my whole body feel warm. After we got to the hospital, I was brought into a room where they wrapped my arm in some kind of blue material, then I talked with my parents. I asked my dad how long He thought it would be before I could play baseball again. He just said I would be lucky to even play summer baseball. That was like three months away, so I just told Him that was not going to happen, that I would be back in for the spring. I was to have surgery the next morning. A doctor came in and put me under drugs to put my arm back into place. Apparently while I was under, I kept telling the doctor to take it easy on my arm. I honestly wished my dad would have videotaped that part because I guess it was funny. I went to bed that night and probably experienced the most pain and aching I have ever had. I do not think I really slept that night. The hydrocodone they gave me for the pain did not help much. I went in for surgery early the next morning. I was put under again, but longer this time. I really do not remember much, but I do remember counting down from 100 and making it past 90. Everyone says you do not get past 90 but I did. So, that was a minor victory. After the surgery, all I wanted to do was sleep, but the nurse made me eat a piece of toast, and my dad wanted to get home. After that surgery, I was mad. I was mad that God would take away my future so quickly. I was mad that I couldn’t do anything with my left arm. Everywhere I went, people wanted to know what happened. Even to this day, people point at my two large scars and ask “how I did that.” Right away life was fine because of the attention, but once the next baseball practice started up, I knew I couldn’t take having that arm for much longer. Only three days in and I was sick of my dumb arm. I decided that I was going to heal it in 3 weeks so that I could play the rest of the season. My mom and dad laughed at me when I told them this. The doctor had said 8-12 weeks before I will be recovered. I had laughed at him. I had about six screws and two metal plates keeping my arm in place. I was told I could get them removed later, but I always thought it was cool to be part metal. When I decided to heal my arm in three weeks, I researched how to grow bone back quickly. There obviously was not an overnight treatment, but I did read a story where a man healed his quickly by eating a lot of calcium. I knew what I had to do at this point. I went to the store and bought everything that had to do with calcium. Yogurt, milk, cheese, anything I could find. My dad laughed when I came home. He said I was just wasting my money, and that the bone would heal at the same rate. I wasn’t done though. I had my mom buy me vitamins to take at night. I took calcium, vitamin k, vitamin e, vitamin d, fish oil, and multivitamins. I was making sure I was as healthy as I could be for my bone to heal correctly. I was also starting to get big in the gym before the accident, so now I knew I was going to have to start all over again. I couldn’t use my left arm so everyday became leg day. I would lift legs, then ride bike for 20 minutes, then usually sauna. My friends were all pretty cool about it. I remember the night that I broke my arm, Chandler came over to see me and I almost broke down crying about it. He just gave me a hug and told me I would heal it quickly. That was something really cool he did not have to do. Now, I was still mad about my arm though. Every practice I did as much as I could. I hit balls by holding the bat and ball in my right arm and throwing it high enough so I had time to swing the bat around. Otherwise, I just watched. It was horrible. The games were worse though. I sat for two hours either watching my team win or lose without me. The worst was watching them lose when I knew I could be helping. Throughout this whole thing, there was something in the back of my mind that told me this was for the best, that this was God’s plan, but I didn’t like His plan. After a while of eating and exercising, about two weeks, the doctor let me take off my splint. I did not need a cast because the bone just needed to stay straight, there was no need for a hard cast. After I took it off, it smelled bad, mostly because I had to shower with it on, and sometimes the plastic bag covering it would rip and water would get in. After taking off the splint, my skin was gross. It had dead skin, and the glue that they used to keep the stitches in were dried to it. It took me awhile to clean my arm, but I felt much better knowing I could shower without it. I still had to wear a brace, but it was much better than the splint. At this point, I have had a broken arm for about 2 and half weeks. I was so tired of not playing baseball or doing anything but legs anymore, so I decided to start riding motorcycle again. My dad said it probably wasn’t the best idea, but I didn’t really care. I just needed to do something fun again. I started up the little 250 Kawasaki crotch rocket and swung my leg over. I could barely squeeze the left handlebar because my brace was blocking it, but that was all I needed. I started off down the road. It was so great to ride again. I started riding to school every day. People were probably wondering how a kid with a broken arm was riding motorcycle, but I did not really care. My life continued with the arm, and I started to realize that maybe this was for the best, because God was testing my resilience to see if I could get back to my old life by trusting in Him. So, I kept up the eating large amounts of calcium and doing legs so that when I got back to baseball, I would be faster than ever. Even though I was trying, I didn’t get back in baseball before spring, but after watching my team lose in playoffs, I was ready to go again. It was the first week of summer ball when I was cleared to play by the doctor. Honestly, I knew I was healed before that fifth week, but the appointment was in that fifth week, and my dad said my arm wasn’t healed anyway. I knew it was though, and by the fifth week, the doctor said it was fully healed and I could play baseball again. I cried on the way home from the hospital. I was so happy that I was normal again, except for a weak arm. I had to do physical therapy for a couple of weeks which I absolutely destroyed in just one. My coach couldn’t believe it when I came to practice that day with clearance. I had dreams of becoming the comeback kid who broke arm, but still went on to be great. My dreams were shattered quickly when I tried to swing a bat. My wrist had gotten so tight from the metal in it and from not moving for five weeks, that I could not swing the bat quickly. Usually you flick your wrists quickly when you swing, but I couldn’t. I could hardly hit a ball 50 feet. I didn’t get discouraged though. After practice I went to lift at the gym. Everything was so heavy, I had to start by curling 15 pounds when I was doing 40 pounds before my break. My bench press went down as well. I could hardly do 100 pounds when before the break, I was hitting 200. I didn’t care about that though, I just wanted baseball back. I worked hard to get my arm back to normal, but I just couldn’t hit the ball like I used to. I still remember the game we played against Bemidji, when the college coach was watching us. I had hit two doubles that game, which was alright for the old me, but amazing for the new broken arm me. I just remember him saying, “Keep working at it.” I just remember thinking that there was no way I was going to play on the BSU team. My batting average at the end of the summer ball season was barely .200. No college would give a scholarship or even let that player start with those kinds of stats. My life was crumbling again. I still thought that maybe I could do it though, so I planned to play at BSU. As soon as I moved in for college, I started to meet people everywhere. I met a few kids, Nate, Kaleb, and Jake who were lifters. I basically hung out with them the most, and I still do. I had a few flings with some girls, but nothing worked out for dating anyway. Then, my friendstold me about Chi-Alpha and Kings, two organizations that worshiped Jesus. I sort of went and thought they were okay. My real concern was still baseball. I went to the first day of sign and immediately was let down when I saw how many upper classmen and freshman there were. I quit right then and there. It was probably the best decision I had made, ahead of quitting basketball my senior year. It sucked too because I had quit basketball to lift for baseball, and then my broken arm wrecked 2 years of progress. Anyway, I started having time to do other things. I joined clubs, organizations, and started going to religious stuff more. Best decision ever. I had never felt so close to God. That is how I knew that God’s plan was good. If I was in baseball,I would never have joined Chi or Kings, and they have changed my whole life. I would probably be a partyer if I was in baseball, that environment does not really promote God. One of my friends from high school plays here at BSU and he has changed a lot from trying to be a good kid in high school to just hooking up with girls and drinking a little bit here. I relate a lot with a couple other guys who also broke or injured something during their senior year. It really was horrible going through, but I am so thankful that it did happen. It showed resilience and trust in God getting through it. God was trying to get my attention that that life was not right for me. I got much closer to God and now have a scar with a story behind it.
answered prayers I have always wondered what God wanted me to do with my life. I did not want to pick the wrong thing and then live a bad life. Well, one think I know now is that God is with you no matter what you do, just live for Him, and you will never go astray. Well, I was about to get a big sign at Kings one night. Now, this happened just a few days ago, it was the 20th of January in 2017. It was my brother’s 15th birthday that day. Anyway, we were at Kings and everything was going all right. The beginning was fine, we just were singing. We had brought a few new people and they were getting used to the environment around them. I did not really feel what I usually feel, but I still was enjoying myself. Kaleb, Nate, and I were planning for that night whether we were going to drive to Kaleb’s. His parents wanted us to wait until, but Julia and I had a Lions Club convention Saturday morning at 9 that we had to be at. The whole trip to Kaleb’s house was supposed to be for the convention, but then Nate and Kaleb decided to just hang out at the house while we went. The convention was located about thirty minutes from Kaleb’s house, and his parents were away so we could stay there. I really wanted to leave that Friday night so me and Julia would not have to drive to Grand Rapids in the morning because I hate to get up early. We also always stay up late on Fridays because of Kings. We stayed up until 3:00 AM that night and had to get up at 6:30 AM to leave. Anyway, it turned out that Kaleb and Nate did not want to leave that night, basically because they did not have to get up early for the convention anyway, and due to that we had to drive separately. This whole thing could have been avoided if we did not bring Julia, but she did not have a ride, and Kaleb only had three seats in his car because of all his ice fishing stuff that he did not want to take out. So, I drove up Julia in the morning and Nate and Kaleb came up later that day. So, I went a bit off track, but this explains some of the real story. So, during Kings, the worship was going fine until Nate and Kaleb said we were going to drive separate. Well, the road trip would have been half the fun so I was bummed out for a while during Kings. So, as I was sitting there thinking about how lousy this trip was turning out to be, Jake, one of the guys at Kings, came up to me. He said that he really enjoyed the speech I had given at Chi-Alpha the night before. I had given a speech about how we should not worry about anything because God has us, and He has a plan. The verse I shared was Matthew 6:25-34. It is about how the birds of the air do not even worry about food or shelter and God gives it to them. We are the children of God, so how much do you think He would give to us? The sparrows know that God will be there for them, so we should too. Then I showed them all the song “Sparrows”which has a great message from scripture. Then I prayed over everyone, then I was done. Jake said that the next morning, he read the verse again and started to cry. Then he said that he loved the speech and asked me if I had ever thought about being a speaker. Now, as soon as he said this, I was blown away because before that, all my friends were telling me that too. I had kind of thought that I was an all right speaker because I have confidence in front of others, but I always cast it aside because they were my friends and wanted to make me feel good. Well, I did not know Jake that well, so I believed it more. As he kept telling me about why I should be a speaker and about all this stuff that helped him, I was becoming more convinced that this was a sign from God that I should be one. I told him about how I felt so amazing when I would speak, and that if were to speak about any other subject, I did not get that feeling anymore. All my friends can testify that I get extremely excited when I talk about Christianity or anything about the Bible or God. A lot of times I start yelling or will dance around. I just do it; the Holy Spirit is in me. After Jake was done talking, he gave me some scripture to read. By this time, I was so convinced that this was a sign, then I read the scripture and became even more happy about everything. He told me to read Philippians 3 and Mark 4. I have not read Mark 4 yet, however Philippians 3 was awesome. It was about realizing what you have that God has given you. It talks about how people do not know they have a gift until they realize it. When they do, they realize that it has been there the entire time. The rest of the verse is about looking towards the future and not in the past. The Bible says that after we sin, we are not to look back one time after repentance, we are to look to the future. This was great for me and Jake to talk about. I told all my friends that night about what had happened, and do believe that God wants me to become a speaker, someone that goes around at conferences or churches and just talks about God. I had prayed for what God wanted to me to do with my life for as long as I can remember, so basically my whole life. He finally told me, probably a while ago, but I just was not listening. So, He used the people around me. The funny thing is…when Jake was walking over to me right away, I knew something incredible was about to happen to me.
miraclesThe first or second time we went to Kings, we decided to pray for one another. I think Julia was the only one with me. The person who was to get prayed for sat in a chair while everyone laid on their hands. When it was my turn I was pretty excited so I sat in the chair and waited for everyone to be ready to pray. They started praying. I did not feel anything right away, but after a few minutes I started to get this feeling. It only lasted a few seconds, but that was probably because I was scared and I opened my eyes. It was like when you feel dread, and your stomach drops, except instead of dread, the intense feeling was like a huge ball of excitement that shot up to my chest. When this happened, I got so scared that I opened my eyes, something that I regret doing because the feeling went away immediately. I wish I would have kept focusing on it, maybe something more would have happened. Anyway, after that I just told everyone what had happened and the rest of Kings went on. To this day, I still have not had that kind of feeling again, now I just feel warm or get chills when the holy spirit is in me.
voicesIt was about 3 AM and I was hanging out in Sara and Julia’s room. We were just talking when suddenly I heard this voice in my right ear that said, “Right now”. It was so clear, but at the same time almost blurry. If I could illustrate the words, they would be white, fluffy maybe, and in cursive. It was a man’s voice and it was a whisper. I asked the girls if they had heard it or maybe said something like it, they didn’t. I still don’t really know what God was telling me, nothing was happening right then and there that I knew related to that, but it was still an amazing thing. I am trying to figure out that maybe God wanted to tell me that I can do all things through Him “right now” at my own will if I do it for Him and the right reasons, and it makes sense because I invited Jesus down to the basement that same night, and on Sunday of that weekend, I started my dead car with faith. I am not sure that it was for those reasons, but I am going to have faith that it is for that.
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