Phil,
A beautiful testimony of God's love and miracles he performs every day if we 
allow him into our lives.  Thank you for sharing this with us.
Virgie and Hoshi
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From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, July 01, 2006 12:21 PM
Subject: The Hand Print Of God


> The Hand Print Of God
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> By Phil Scovell
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>     He called and asked if I had any time to pray.  My
> appointment had canceled for that evening so I said yes.  We set a
> time and he came to my office.  We had prayed together before so
> it wasn't new to him.
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>     As we talked, he explained how he had been very discouraged
> due to recent surgery on his broken foot.  Financially, he seemed
> to be having a hard time but his business was going well and
> improving week by week.  In short, there was just a lot of
> discouragement going on in his life.
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>     The first thing we started with was guilt.  As difficult as
> this may seem for those who don't care that much for pets of any
> kind, this man had recently watched his African Gray parrot die as
> he held her.  She had been swinging upside down from the top of
> her cage and suddenly fell.  Instead of landing on her feet, she
> landed on her back at the bottom of the tall cage.  She apparently
> broke her back because she could no longer move her lower body and
> legs.  He and his wife had carried the bird to his mother's home
> and she made several phone calls trying to find an animal clinic
> that worked with birds.  It was well after midnight so she made
> little progress.  Phone call after phone call passed.  Finally one
> was found but it was some distance away.  As they were driving to
> the animal clinic, his bird died in his hands.
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>     As I said, we started with guilt, as we prayed, because
> somehow, and for some reason, he felt guilt associated with the
> death of his pet.  His emotions were locked down tight.  It must
> have been, as we prayed together, at least 30 minutes before he
> felt anything or said anything.
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>     He suddenly said, "I'm see myself sitting up in my crib."  We
> prayed around that and several minutes passed.  Nothing happened.
> Eventually he said, "I see Jesus standing at my crib with his hand
> on the crib."  We prayed more about this but nothing occurred.
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>     I finally prayed and ask the Lord if this memory was
> connected with another memory.  The man almost immediately began
> crying and  said, "Jesus is helping me carry and bury my bird."
> He had told me that he and his wife had returned home, after the
> bird had died, and he had dug a hole in their backyard and buried
> her there.  I felt tears stinging the corners of my own eyes
> because I, to, own an African Gray Parrot and I had become very
> attached to him.  they become very unusual pets because of their
> long life of 50 to 80 years and their intelligence which is about
> that of a four year old when they are fully grown.  some African
> Gray Parrots have nearly reached a vocabulary of a thousand words.
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>     Although the Lord took this man to other areas and healed
> them, I am focusing on this area simply because it is unusual.  We
> often forget how attached some people become to their pets.  They
> fill a void that is often there and unknown until the pet is
> gone.
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>     Although this man cried when the Lord began healing him of
> the sorrow and grief he felt, I don't want you to get the idea the
> man was soft or weak.  He owned his own business at his current 24
> years of age.  He had his third degree black belt in Karate and
> had also been a marshal arts instructor.  He had competed in
> dozens of Karate tournaments and achieve multiple trophies.  He
> loved riding his motorcycle and he and his wife were raising two
> adopted children at the time this happened.  He was nearly 6 feet
> tall and weighed about 250 pounds.  He still cried when God
> touched his heart.
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>     After the prayer session, he told me something you might find
> unusual.  He said, after Jesus helped him carry his little pet
> out to be buried in the backyard, Jesus placed his hand over the
> little grave.  It left the imprint of his hand in the dirt.  After
> our prayer session, he went to the little bird's grave and
> although no fingerprints  could be seen, there was a definite
> imprint of a man's palm over the small grave.
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>     I understood this man's feelings, as I said, but not just
> because I, too, owned an African Gray Parrot.  I understood his
> feelings of loss and grief and confusion because he is my youngest
> son.
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>     It is time we discover Jesus is truly the only one who cares.
> If you cannot feel this because of grief and sorrow you are
> facing, call me.  Let Jesus show you how He cares more for all the
> birds on the planet than anyone but He cares even more for you
> when you are sad.
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