Proof The Bible Is True

“Get in the car!” the hooded figure yelled. He jammed the barrel of his gun into Elizabeth Metzler’s side.   The 30-year-old teacher from Colorado Springs had stopped by Target that evening to pick up toothpaste and shampoo. She was getting into her car when two hooded men in ski masks emerged from the shadows. She caught a glimpse of the gun in the silver moonlight. It looked cold and terrifying.   Read More: A Token of Her Commitment to God – Guideposts

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Four days before the semester started, my son, Keith, decided he was going back to college. My husband, John, and I were thrilled. Keith had taken six months off after his sophomore year and we worried he’d never go back. His last year at Utah State had been less than stellar, but this time would be different. All he needs is a good roommate, I thought. Someone to watch out for him when our family can’t. On such short notice, though, the university couldn’t guarantee him a dorm room, let alone a roommate. We packed the car—extra sheets, towels and winter clothes—and John [More]

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November 11, 2012, is a day Belinda Leal will never forget: the day her mother, Evangelina Garza, died. What happened next has left the doctors and nurses at McAllen Medical Center in south Texas baffled. But to Belinda and Evangelina—now very much alive—the explanation for the events that unfolded is quite clear… Evangelina: The first thing I heard that day was Onesimo’s voice. “Do you want to go out to breakfast?” my husband asked from the foot of the bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I’m 71, and have diabetes, and I don’t get moving as fast as I [More]

I hadn’t wanted to get divorced. I kept hoping my wife and I would be able to work things out eventually. But she was set in her decision. She packed up and moved with the kids to a new place, some three hours from the house we’d once shared as a family. She was already dating someone new. I looked forward to seeing my two young sons every Friday. But I dreaded the reminder of the way things used to be. We would never again have movie nights on a random Thursday after school. I couldn’t even see my sons on any [More]

“Dave!” I called to a fellow parishioner as he walked up to the church doors. “Have you lost weight? You look great!” “Thanks!” he said. “I took up biking. At first I could barely make it a mile. Now I ride everywhere, and I’m down 30 pounds!” I was impressed—and a little envious. Weight loss is a funny thing. Sometimes progress just plateaus. That’s what happened to me, and I’m no couch potato! I’m always dancing, walking and doing floor routines. Looking after the toddlers at the preschool where I work burns quite a few calories, too! But I’d been [More]

His name was Mitku. The orphan we’d ultimately decided not to adopt. Though my husband, Michael, and I’d prayed for guidance and believed we’d had no choice, I often found myself thinking about the sick baby who’d been found in the African bush.   Had we done the right thing? Who will care for him?   Read More: Mysterious Ways: The Other Orphan – Guideposts

“You like helping Mommy in the garden?” My 17-month-old son, Kennisen, tottered through the flower bed at the end of our property, pulling up weeds with his little hands.   Truth is, he was having more fun getting dirty than anything. Maybe it would burn off some energy before his morning nap. Kennisen walked at seven months. It was all my husband, Ken, and I could do to keep up with him. Kennisen was no ordinary kid.   I got stuck on one stubborn weed. The root was deep. Better use a spade, I thought. But I didn’t want to whale away [More]

Maybe I should have stayed home, I thought, bobbing my head to the music, scanning the party for familiar faces. When my friend invited me to come watch her husband’s band play at a retirement dinner for local teachers, I figured it would be fun. But now I just felt out of place. It didn’t help that my mind was somewhere else, worrying about the situation I was in.   I’m the director of Eaglecrest Alaska Missions—a Michigan nonprofit that helps needy families in the Mat-Su Valley of Alaska. It was almost time for our 10-week summer program to help needy [More]

Beans and rice again. Can’t really blame the kids for not cleaning their plates, I thought, scraping off the dishes into the sink. I was sick and tired of having the same thing night after night too. It was cheap and filled our bellies, but each sad supper made me feel emptier inside.   “Lord, we’re really struggling here,” I prayed. “I want some real food. Not tomorrow, Lord. Today!”   Read More: Mysterious Ways: Prayers Answered While You Wait – Guideposts

“God is concerned even with out small problems.” Admin   “It was one of those days I had anxiously awaited all summer—September 5, 2009, the opening day of the Florida Gators college football season. My husband and I, however, were in Vermont performing volunteer construction work on a church. Fortunately, we had a satellite dish connected to our motor home. No way we’d miss Tim Tebow and the Gators.   “Just before game time, my husband turned our television on. We could get no picture. We flipped through the channels. Nothing.   Read More: One Fan’s Inexplicable Tim Tebow Experience

The frozen, snow-covered lake sparkled under my feet in the bright noonday sun. It was the first Saturday in March, still cold enough in Michigan for a coat and gloves even for a short walk. I’d learned to love the rugged Midwest winters during my four years at seminary, one of many adjustments from where I grew up in South Korea.   My eyes traced my footsteps back across the ice, to the trees, then to the retreat center on the bluff, where I’d started my hike and had been staying since the evening before. Other than the caretaker, Robert, [More]

“A child like faith, something we all can use more of.” Admin   I stood and buttoned my coat after the Sunday morning service, steeling myself to face the January chill, the dreariness of another long winter setting in.   David, my five-year-old, came running. He grabbed my arm, pulling me down the hall. “Mom, you’ve got to see this,” he said.   I hadn’t seen him this excited since, well, Christmas morning. But that seemed ages ago. I’d long since boxed up the Nativity, the ornaments and lights, and dragged the tree to the curb. All the work of [More]

A family relies on faith and prayer to bring loved ones home in this heroic tale of survival.   KEISA: Not a cloud in the sky, sunlight kissing Charleston, South Carolina’s downtown market. This was the perfect way to spend the Saturday before Labor Day, shopping with my mother, sister-in-law Paula and our three girls, while the guys were off deep-sea fishing.   It was all my husband, Rex, had talked about for weeks, from the moment he got the new boat—a 38-foot cabin cruiser. He’d had it out only a few times before. I checked the time on my [More]

My boyfriend Wayne and I, along with my older sisters, Sherry and Deb, were headed up I-275 from our home in St. Petersburg, Florida, to the small town of Hudson that July morning.   It was only an hour’s drive and I should’ve been counting down the minutes until we arrived. This was the moment I’d prayed for, reuniting with my little sister, Missy, after 30 years.   On my lap I held photos of us—celebrating her eighth birthday, eating pizza with everything on it, me pushing her in her wheelchair. Sherry held her old teddy bear. My stomach was [More]

I sat by my wife’s bed in the Duke University Medical Center ICU, staring intently at Becky’s closed eyelids for the slightest sign of movement.   “Can you hear me?” I asked, squeezing her feverish arm. “Our baby is out of the hospital. Olivia went home with your sister on Christmas Day. The doctor says she’s fine now. The boys are doing well too. They’re with your family. We’ll go home and all be together again…soon…”   I looked at the blown-up pictures of our daughter, now two weeks old, that I had just about wallpapered the hospital room with. [More]

The gladioli in my garden were in full bloom. On my way to visit my mother in the retirement home, I cut three tall stalks and wrapped them in a damp paper towel and waxed paper. Purple and lush, the flowers would make a beautiful bouquet for her room.   When I reached the home I passed through the lobby and walked toward Mother’s room in the G wing. Suddenly I stopped and turned around and headed down another hall to the nursing unit.   I had no idea why I had changed direction, and I cannot tell you why [More]

“A lesson in kindness and following Gods guidance.” Admin   Ron and I didn’t know where the food would be coming from for the Thanksgiving dinner we had in mind. We were both between jobs and didn’t have the money such a feast would require.   Still, about 10 days before Thanksgiving, a passage from the Bible had come loud and clear into our prayers: “But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind.”   “Sunshine,” Ron said, “let’s invite some of the guys here for Thanksgiving.” The “guys” Ron was referring to were [More]

Opening the blinds early that morning, I wondered if I’d be able to catch a glimpse of Mount Baker 40 miles away. The 10,000-foot peak dominates the Nooksack River Valley. At least it does on the days when you can see it. Western Washington isn’t known for its clear skies. Even in late May, clouds can sometimes shroud the landscape for weeks at a time. But that morning, the view looked postcard-perfect.   All spring Chad Gruizenga, a part-time employee at my company, Pacific Pumping, had been after me to join him for a snowmobile run on Mount Baker. “I [More]

Elmer Hambaugh will never forget that Easter weekend. Especially that Monday morning when the doctors came to operate on his foot.   Good Friday morning, thinking to take a short work break, Elmer parked the city bus he drove for a living in front of a suburban Cincinnati police station. As he chatted inside, Elmer was dumbstruck to see his empty bus start slowly rolling downhill, straight for an intersection packed with rush-hour traffic.   Read More: An Easter Healing – Guideposts

Just another dreary March day, I thought, looking out the kitchen window. Not a bit of color. No hint that spring might arrive soon. And it had been a long, long winter.   My husband, Raymond, was sitting at the table in his wheelchair while I cleaned up after our breakfast. “Are you the lady who’s keeping me here?” Raymond asked in a testy voice from behind me. “I want to go home.”   I turned from the window and walked over to him. “You are home, honey,” I said, patting his shoulder.   This may have been the toughest [More]

I was working the 3-to-11 shift at Miners Hospital in Spangler, Pennsylvania, when a patient I was feeding asked, “Why don’t you have a little pin on like the other nurses?”   “I do,” I said, reaching to show him the golden, wreath-shaped R.N. pin on my collar—one of my proudest possessions. It had been given to me when I graduated from nursing school in Altoona, and it stood for years of hard work and study. But now, when I looked down, the pin was gone.   I knew I had pinned it to my uniform just before I left [More]

Did you know that in the Bible, there are 139 references to the healing power of God’s love?   Indeed, when Jesus walked on earth, he brought a two-pronged message of good news. First, he preached the message of forgiveness, offering imperfect people reconciliation to God and the promise of eternal life.   Secondly, he healed people. Physically, emotionally, relationally and spiritually, Jesus healed people.   Forgiveness and healing: two sides of the same coin that, according to the Bible, pretty much sum up what God is all about. I discovered it in a surprising way.   I was 24 years [More]

Fliers featuring our dog, Casey, were hung up all over our neighborhood. My husband, Al, and I had contacted all the shelters and put up posters at the veterinary clinics. Still, we hadn’t found our poodle.   Casey was skittish. We’d only had him a few days before he slipped under the fence. I knew he’d be hesitant about letting a stranger help him. Sure enough, Al took a call about Casey. “A lady spotted him, but he ran away.”   We got more phone calls over the next few days from people with similar stories. Again one rainy afternoon, [More]

Bread, milk, cereal, peanut butter…   My grocery cart rattled through the aisles. Like a lot of New Yorkers, I went to the grocery store on foot and carried my bags the eight blocks back home to my apartment. I wasn’t planning to buy much food today, so I’d left my trusty portable cart at home.   I turned into the produce aisle. Everything looked so fresh. I took some carrots and blueberries, then some plums and lettuce. I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in my canvas shopping bag. Can I carry all this eight blocks? I had to try. [More]

I could barely make out the keyhole in my front door through my tears as I fumbled with my keys.   What am I going to do? I thought.   I’d just been terminated, along with all of my coworkers. The family-owned car dealership where I worked was shutting down for good. In an instant, we’d all lost our jobs. Now I had to face the future alone.   It was times like this I missed my husband most. Together we could beat anything, but Warren had been dead for 16 years. I still miss you, I thought. Warren, I wish you [More]