'But God'

  Another testimony that I am so blessed to share is about Jerry's daughter. For privacy reasons (on her part) I'm not going to mention her name, but this is a fabulous not only 'But God' story but an 'Only God' testimony. Picture taken from Getty Images When Jerry and I married in 1995 I already knew that he'd been married previously. Actually, so had I but in Jerry's case he'd had a daughter with his previous wife and for countless reasons, he was not able to stay in her life. One reason was that his ex-wife remarried a military man, and they moved around and traveled to many other states that were very far away, so it became harder and harder to have visits, but another was because he was young at the time of their divorce and the stepfather wanted to adopt his daughter. Jerry really didn't feel he could fight it in the courts at the time. He was without a home of his own as he'd moved in with family and didn't even have a full-time jo

  The following is a story that shows the miracle-working power of Jesus in our lives. God is sovereign and a protector of our very being. 8/26/21 2pm est (10am akdt) Jaclyn texted me “Josh just fell off the roof” I wasn’t sure how to respond. My initial response was just “Oh. I text back “Is he ok?” She answered “No” I was still unsure and tried to call. She told me to call my granddaughter Amelia’s phone. She answered and told me that her dad was lying on the ground and wasn’t moving, but he was able to talk to her mom. I ended up FaceTiming the girls to keep them occupied while Jaclyn tended to Josh and waited for EMS to arrive. The girls were a little shaken, but in true child fashion, they were curious as to what was happening and stayed near the window. Fortunately, there wasn’t any blood or anything truly scary-looking happening. Just Josh lying in the yard and Jaclyn sitting next to him. We were unsure of injuries or pain. Having just moved to Fairbanks 6 weeks earlier, they di

"A Divine Revelation in a Dream" In the stillness of an October night in 2015, I found myself in the grip of a nightmare so vivid, so unsettling, that it lingers with me even now. Three figures stood at the end of my bed—children, or at least they appeared to be. But their eyes… their eyes were pools of blackness, void of any light or humanity. I was frozen, paralyzed by an unseen force, my voice stolen, my body locked in place. Fear twisted in my chest as I struggled to move, to speak, to break free from their sinister hold. Suddenly, as if the heavens themselves intervened, an angelic presence appeared to my right, shimmering with divine light. The angel leaned close and whispered a command, a name—Yahu. "Rebuke them in the name of Yahu," the angel urged. In my dream, confusion wrestled with fear. Yahu? The name was unfamiliar, foreign to my ears. But there was no time to question. I tried to speak it, but the words caught in my throat, barely a whisper. The grip