Several years ago, I experienced constant illness—severe headaches, stomach pain every night, rashes, and blisters. After months of struggling, I sensed the Holy Spirit whisper one word: gluten. A quick search revealed that every symptom I suffered matched gluten intolerance. I cut out gluten completely, and the symptoms disappeared.
However, avoiding gluten wasn’t easy. Even the slightest cross-contamination caused intense pain. Still, I held onto faith, declaring daily I would be healed.
I didn’t mind having a mostly gluten-free diet, but I wanted it to be a choice, not a restriction! I knew what God’s Word promised, that I shouldn’t have to live under the constant pressure of checking every ingredient or avoiding food at buffets and parties out of fear. Jesus came to give life in abundance, and I wasn’t experiencing the abundant life.
Next, I felt God challenge me to strengthen my faith for total healing. Over and over, I kept hearing: Get your faith ready to step out.
Then came the moment. I went to a special high tea, only to discover there were no gluten-free options. Everything on the table was pastries and bread.
Suddenly, I felt God say, Now is the time.
So, I prayed over my food and picked up a sandwich. I knew that if I wasn’t healed, intense pain was only minutes away. But I also knew God had been preparing me for this.
I ate everything with no pain. No headaches. No reaction at all.
A complete turnaround!
And now? I can eat gluten whenever I like! Every time I eat a cake, pizza, or sandwich, I’m reminded again of God’s goodness.
An enormous tree fell on my car while I travelled at 80 km/h and instantly stopped my car. What should’ve killed me instantly left me with only a few broken bones and a lot of stitches in my head.
God miraculously preserved my life.
Most of the first responders were amazed I survived. I endured a compound fractured femur, a compound fracture in my tibia and fibula, a fractured hip socket, fractured c5, c6 and c7 vertebrae, and hundreds of stitches. I was told I’d be in intensive care for 12 weeks minimum. 2 weeks and 2 days later, I was released as an outpatient and home with my family.
God has used this time significantly in my growth with Him and given me such a beautiful understanding of what a church family is and how much we need each other as we grow together. Some call it community, but I think of it as a horticulturist, as us being grafted into the vine.
Psalm 118:17 (KJV) says, “I shall not die, but live, And declare the works of the LORD.”
I have experienced many miracles in my walk with God, some much more significant than others. The small ones are sometimes more significant than the big ones because it shows God cares for the little things. For example, I get a thrill from a kookaburra laughing at just the right time.
Over thirty years ago, I took my two-year-old daughter to the Myer Cafeteria at Westfield Doncaster for a babycino. I ordered a pot of tea for myself and turned to grab something from the counter, completely unaware my daughter had climbed out of her pram.
In a split second, she reached for the tray and the entire pot of boiling water tipped over, spilling all over her face and head.
She screamed. I screamed.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man in a suit appeared. He grabbed her, climbed over the counter, turned on the cold water at the sink, and held her head under it. A crowd quickly gathered, watching in shock.
After a minute, he handed her back to me. I was in complete disbelief.
By this stage, cafe staff and customers had surrounded us, and someone had called emergency services. Paramedics arrived and immediately began assessing my daughter as they walked us to the doctor’s office inside the shopping centre.
This was before mobile phones, so I couldn’t call anyone. I was trying to comfort my four-year-old son while the paramedics carried my daughter and checked her injuries.
Minutes later, we arrived at the doctor’s office and waited. Then, unexpectedly, my dad walked in.
He told me that while he was driving, the Holy Spirit spoke to him clearly: “Christine is in trouble and needs you. Go straight to Westfield Doncaster!”
He immediately obeyed, but once he’d arrived, he didn’t know where to go. Then, he felt God direct him toward the Myer Cafeteria. As he walked in, one of the staff ran over to him.
“I’ve seen you here before with a young woman and her children,” she said.
“That’s my daughter,” Dad replied.
“I think she needs help. Her baby just had a pot of boiling water poured over her head.”
She led him straight to me.
The moment I saw my dad walk through the door, I burst into tears. Just having him there at that moment gave me such strength.
When the doctor examined my daughter, he was amazed. He said her face should have been severely burned, possibly permanently scarred. Yet, there was barely any redness. He suggested we see our regular GP for a second opinion. So we did—immediately.
Once again, the doctor was in shock. He told us that by all medical reasoning, she should have lifelong scars. But there was nothing. No burns. No damage. Not any sign that boiling water had ever touched her.
When we told him the full story, he said, “Whoever that man was who acted so quickly, he saved her from a lifetime of damage.”
The next day, my dad and I returned to the Myer Cafeteria to thank the staff and show them my daughter’s completely healed face.
Two of the senior staff members came to us, looking bewildered.
“You know the most incredible thing?” one of them said. “Right after the paramedics took you away, we turned around to thank the man who’d jumped the counter… but he was gone.”
They searched everywhere—throughout the entire restaurant and even at the only exit. The cashier, who’d been at the register the whole time, swore no one had left. When they checked with another staff member from earlier in the day, she confirmed no one matching his description had even entered the restaurant.
I have no doubt: he was an angel.
What amazes me most is the incredible lengths God went to, not just to protect my daughter, but to take care of me. He spoke to my dad, guiding him to where I needed him. He sent an angel to act immediately when everyone else was in shock and panic.
God’s love, His protection, and His care are beyond what we can comprehend.
I will never forget the day He showed up in such a miraculous way!
Many years ago, my child walked away from God. They got caught up with the wrong crowd, made choices which led them down a dark path and their life became a mess. I prayed—constantly—believing God would intervene and bring them back, but if I’m honest, it looked impossible.
I’ve received too many heart-wrenching phone calls in the early hours of the morning, learning of yet another mistake, another crisis. Things were going from bad to worse, but no matter how hopeless it seemed, I refused to stop believing. I held onto God’s promise: As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord!
I can truly say this has been a March of Miracles!
On the very first weekend of March, I received a phone call from my child. But this time, it wasn’t bad news. Instead, they told me they had started reading the Bible!
I was stunned. Shocked. In awe.
Not only that, but all month long, they’ve continued talking to me about what they’re reading and learning. Now they’re almost finished with the entire New Testament!
I know this is just the beginning of my child’s miracle, but it happened in Miracle March!
God is faithful. He hears, He answers and He still does the impossible!
I had a significant financial need I believed God for, but was uncertain how or when the breakthrough would come. One Sunday, while joining church online, I heard Brooke pray during the giving time. She said something that caught my attention: God wants to give people bonuses.
Something sparked in my spirit the moment she said it. I didn’t just hear it, but I took hold of that word. Right there I declared, “That’s for me! I will see that happen!”
Days later, I received an unexpected call from my manager. My first thought was “Did I do something wrong?” but my manager said the company wanted to honour me for the extra work I’d put in while they were understaffed. Then came the shock: not only did they give me a bonus, but they also gave me the bonuses of the two staff members I’d been covering for!
I was completely overwhelmed. God had gone above and beyond what I could’ve imagined! I’m so grateful for His faithfulness and the way He provides—right on time, and in ways I never expected.
Praise God for His goodness!
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