Phil,

This is a wonderful little story you wrote, and it had me in tears! 
You write so beautifully, and you teach us so many things! I love 
this list because it's like sitting down after a church service and 
drinking coffee after worship.

LOVE AND GOD'S MANY, MANY BLESSINGS,
Reeva Parry.


At 10:21 AM 7/1/06 -0600, Phil Scovell sent:

>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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>Has He Ever Crossed Your Mind?
>www.SafePlaceFellowship.com


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