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 > > >And God Divided The Light From The Darkness >www.SafePlaceFellowship.com