Sis. Connie Young--

I didn’t want to open the door as I could see the look of concern, on my pastor’s face. I knew the news he had to bear, must not be good. And it wasn’t! Our only daughter twenty years old, had been killed in a car accident, and he had to tell us the sad news.

It happened around the same time my husband, youngest son and I were listening to a sermon our pastor preached on the three Hebrew children, and the fiery furnace. As he preached that evening he talked about storms in your lives, and how we must walk through them. You could feel the burden that he carried, and the concern. As he preached he mentioned that he felt his sermon was for someone in the audience that evening, and he mentioned it could even have something to do with a child.

As he preached I remember praying for who ever they may be that God would give them strength to make it through. Not knowing that person was my husband, our two sons and myself. And now I’m standing at my back door, not wanting to open it, because I know if I do, I open the door to my own personal furnace. Eventually I do open the door, and our pastor tells us the sad news. Our world fell apart that night, as she was our pride and joy. It was a terrible time for us, we had to make all the arrangements, because our son in-law was hurt in the accident also and was in the hospital, he couldn’t even attend his wife’s funeral. She left a twenty-one month old son and he couldn’t understand where his mommy was.

It took me three years to make it through that trial by fire, and I only made it with God helping me all the way. No I didn’t come out of the furnace a beautiful diamond, by no means. My knees were scratched and bloody from where I fell a few times. My face was raw and chapped from all the tears I had shed. My throat was sore from screaming and begging God not to make me go through anymore. I questioned God why, over and over, “why me?” “Why my baby? I was given a scripture from the Bible that became very dear to me. It’s found in Isaiah 41:10, the first eight words to that verse, I would repeat to myself for strength and comfort. “Fear thou not, for I am with thee. You see God knew I had a furnace to walk through, but He didn’t make me walk it alone, He was there all the time.

Are you going through a trial? Are you in a furnace? Do you feel alone, and feel like giving up? Remember the fourth man, take hold of His hand and let Him guide you through.


Bro. Mike Young--

I will start this story off by letting you know that if you will let God control your life that he has a purpose for you.

One day out of the clear blue a thought came into my mind to return to the Military. I had spent two years in the Army prior to this time. My wife did not like the idea so we went to talk to our pastor. When I told him what I had in mind, he told me he thought that would be the best thing for me.

I spent two weeks in basic training and then had A.I.T. training at Ft. Polk, Louisiana. I was then sent to Ft. Riley, Kansas where I was to spend four years until my ETS or Re-enlistment.

In March of 1979 I got to where I was having difficulty breathing, and then started having severe lower back pains. One evening I went to the emergency room at the base and a Doctor saw me and took chest X-rays and blood test. He called me into an exam room and showed me the X-ray. I had a white film around my heart. He admitted me into the Hospital right away. We did a lot of test and were told I had Cancer.

I was sent to Fitzsimmons Medical center in Denver, Colorado. They did more tests and then I had major Surgery on my back to take out the Cancer. Then they removed my spleen. I was told I had Hodgkin’s disease and I was in stage 4B. I was sent home to have Chemotherapy or MOPP. I took several chemo’s but it would make me deathly sick and I was not good for anything. I would be in bed for several days at a time. I finally got tired of being sick and decided I would rather die then take any more.

One day I went to the hospital and when I went to the pharmacy to get my chemo I took one look at the needle and syringe and headed for the car. My wife asked me where I was going. I told her that I was going home. We got out on the highway and as I went around a large curve I rolled down my window and pitched the needle and syringe containing the Chemotherapy out the window. I had to trust in God from then on out for my healing.

It has now been twenty-one years and I am still Cancer Free. I give God all the Glory for being so good to me.


Sis. Paula Libick--

My parents don't go to church, but when I was little they brought me a couple of times. I found an interest in church and started going to Vacation Bible School with friends. I got a ride to Church every opportunity I could.

When I was able to start driving, then I could start attending devoutly. I went to a Baptist Church in high school. I was a cheerleader and a model for Prom Style Shows. My parents loved the fact that I did both of those, but I was lonely and unloved. It was though I had to prove myself worthy to be loved.

I had a lot of friends and guys that gave me attention, but there was still something missing. I examined everything in my life and everything seemed fine, except my faith in my salvation. Did I really Know God? Did someone that cried theirself to sleep every night know the peace of God? Was I going to heaven? All of these questions weighed heavy on my mind.

I started "Church Shopping". I went to the Mormon, Catholic, and the Non- Denomination church. I knew that God would let me know when I found where He wanted me to be, because one night in prayer I asked for him to do as such. In the midst of trying to find God, my grandfather, my hero, passed away. I was extremely upset and scared. I prayed even harder for God to direct me.

The very next Sunday, I went to a Pentecostal church. As soon as I walked in, I felt love. God surely brought me there! The church was at that time in revival; I went back the next night and repented of my sins. That Wednesday I was Baptized in Jesus name.

My parents told me I was betraying them by going to this church, but none of this seemed to matter anymore because I had finally found my Heavenly Father and truth. I had actually started to have a relationship with the One and Only true God.

Later I was filled with the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in other tongues, which was incredible! God has totally changed my life; I now have joy beyond all joy and love beyond all love. Nothing could ever compare with this awesome experience!


Sis. Julie Groves--

I have what is truly called a miracle baby. When Bradley was born 2 years ago, I was told he had a heart murmur. I was told he needed to see a pediatric cardiologist. I said not now. The very next time I went to church I had him prayed for and believed that he would be healed.

The next doctor's visit he had I asked about the heart murmur and he said it was an innocent heart murmur and he would outgrow it. He is now 2 years old and no more problems.

Several months ago on a Sunday morning, Bradley was standing on the church pew and started to jump off and I reached to catch him to keep him from falling. I caught him by the arm and when he jumped it popped his shoulder out of place. He started screaming and crying. As a normal thing Bradley is not a crying baby, he is always happy. He cried all the way home and everytime you would touch his arm or if he'd forget and move his arm he would scream in pain. You could tell he was in real pain and not just wanting attention.

He could not sit up by himself or roll over. I called our pastor and had him pray for Bradley over the phone. I did not want to take him to the hospital and put him through the trama of being x-rayed. I knew it would scare him so bad and I knew if God could heal him of a heart murmur He could heal his shoulder.

I finally got him to go to sleep for a nap. Even asleep if he moved his arm he would cry. I raised his arm and felt it pop in place. He still was crying and upset and couldn't move.
My mother and I joined hands and began to pray for him. He went from screaming and crying one minute, and the very next second he sat by himself and went to playing and laughing and moving his arm by himself. He was never even real sore. He has had no more problems.

To God be the glory.


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