Hi Phil, that is an interesting testimony. I'll be praying for Deborah.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Love,
Pat Ferguson



At 02:18 PM 12/17/2005, you wrote:
>I have this saying, "It sound like God to me."  I have seen and
>heard and witnessed so many unusual things that people have either
>said, or experienced, over the last three years, there is just no
>other way of describing them other than to say, "It sounds like
>God to me."  I should have kept track of all such stories in the
>last three years and put them into a book called, "It sounds like
>God to me."  Here is a very unique testimony.  Deborah is a lady,
>about 52 years of age, and we have been praying together for
>several months twice a week.  She is retired now but used to be a
>paralegal.  She and her husband met in a small Pentecostal Bible
>college over 30 years ago.  Deb has lived with depression since
>she was a teenager, and probably earlier, and she has been to
>Christian counselors, psychologists, and psychiatrist all her
>life.  I wish I could tell you more but you wouldn't believe it
>even if I did.  This woman has suffered like few people I know.
>If I told you why, as I said, you wouldn't believe it.  It is
>something I had never heard of before either but the weight of
>depression she has carried around all these years is beginning to
>lift due to the healing the Lord is bringing, and has brought, to
>her life in the last few months.  She lives clear across town from
>me but drives over to my office faithfully every Tuesday and
>Thursday.  I called her last Thursday to cancel because I was
>getting sick again.  she makes reference to that call in this
>testimony.  Additionally, she goes to church 50 miles north of
>Denver to a small church in Loveland, Colorado which she makes
>reference to as well.  I asked for her permission to send you her
>testimony because it is definitely something the Lord would do.
>It wasn't what she found, or got back, that is the testimony.  It
>is what the Lord told her afterward that is the miracle.  So look
>for what the Lord told her.  Believe me, such things are huge in
>the spiritual realm when god speaks to a person because it also
>brings healing and a measure of spiritual intimacy that few
>Christians ever experience.
>
>Phil.
>
>
>Hey, I want to tell you my little garage door remote control
>story.  I think I told you I had managed to leave the remote
>control for our garage door on the visor of the PT Cruiser we
>rented while my Honda was being fixed.  I realized it the same
>day, Monday, but when we went back to Budget, the car was already
>gone, and the clerk told us it was in the Avis system now, out at
>the airport.    Well, I called Avis on Tuesday, and the clerk said
>they had a box full of remotes that we could come look at on
>Wednesday.  I was going up to Loveland for the day Wednesday, so I
>left Alan a note that he could pick it up before 2 o'clock.  He
>didn't make it, so I decided to go Thursday after talking to you
>on the phone.  I did chores, ate lunch then took off.      I drove
>out to Denver International Airport.  At Avis the clerk was quite
>nice, but none of the remotes looked remotely like mine.  For some
>reason, I asked her if she could possibly see where the car was by
>looking at the Budget rental paperwork I had with me.  She got on
>the computer, banged around for a while, then laughingly told me
>that the car had never left Budget's system, and had been rented
>out twice already, but by Budget, not Avis.  I had driven past
>the Budget Airport location on my way to her, so I asked if she
>thought it could be worth checking there.  Her theory was much
>like mine;  what the heck, having driven all that way, I might as
>well hit one more stop.    So, off to Budget I went.  They had an
>even bigger box of remotes, but none resembled mine at all.  As
>the clerk walked off, another clerk who was helping new customers
>happened to remark, rather loudly, "Well, I have a nice, bright
>blue PT Cruiser all set for you."  Since Alan was not there to
>stop me, I trotted over, held out my paperwork and said, "I know
>this sounds crazy, but could the PT Cruiser you are renting to
>this couple possibly be this one?"  He started to say, "Oh, I'm
>sure it's not," but then   creased up his forehead and asked, "How
>on earth did you know that?"    Well, I'd hit pay-dirt.  An old,
>frail looking black man who worked there decided to take me under
>his wing, so he told me to follow him and the renting couple
>outside.  There sat my little PT Cruiser!  The old man checked the
>car for the remote, but alas, it was not there. The couple started
>looking under the seats and in the back seat, so I waved them on
>their way, assuring them that they didn't need to look for me.
>The old man told me to wait, then limped over to the work bay from
>which another car had just emerged, dripping wet from it's bath,
>and started hollering over and over again, "Anyone seen a garage
>remote?" .  I just laughed to myself, but, lo and behold, he came
>limping out in about thirty seconds with my remote in hand!  I
>recognized it immediately, we rejoiced together, and off I went.
>  Boy did that little experience cheer me up!  Had I gotten there
>five minutes sooner, I'd have left empty handed, figuring that I'd
>need to call a bunch of other Budget offices before giving up.
>Had I gone a bit later, the remote would not have been turned in
>to the lost and found department yet.  I believe the chances of me
>finding the remote in the way I did were about zero, yet there I
>was, driving home with my lost remote in hand.    Now, this may
>sound silly, but I felt a sudden peace in the whole thing, as
>though God was patting my head and saying, "It's all right honey,
>there's nothing wrong with your mind after all, and I have
>everything under control."    So, there you have it, my remote
>control moment of praise.  I thought you'd get a kick out of my
>little tale.    See you Tuesday!
>
>Deborah
>
>
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