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About 15 years ago, my husband, our two boys and I were heading home from a weeklong vacation to Cocoa Beach and Disney World. It was a long drive from Florida back to where we live in Ohio. On I-75, heading north, we saw signs advertising fruit stands at nearly every exit. I wanted to get oranges to take home, so I told my husband to stop at the next exit to get some. But we had a lot of driving ahead of us, so he wanted to continue on the road for a while. No matter, there were plenty [More]

This week’s “ripped from the headlines” Mysterious Ways story comes from Grand Haven, Michigan.   Larry Ritsema was out for an early morning jog around his neighborhood Memorial Day weekend. On a quiet, shady street, he began to feel faint. Suddenly, everything went black. Larry collapsed to the asphalt.   Less than a minute later, Tom Alguire zipped past on his bicycle. He caught sight of the figure crumpled next to the curb, squeezed the hand brakes and turned to get a closer look. Tom hopped off his bike and ran over. He recognized Larry immediately.   Tom had been [More]

That night I left the newspaper office where I work and headed to the site of two dilapidated houses that stood waiting for our volunteer fire department to set them ablaze. I planned to write a story about a training exercise called a “controlled burn,” where firefighters practice battling a fire. I got to the site just in time.   One of the firefighters struck a match and lit some kindling. The first house, the smaller one, caught fire immediately. Flames licked at the night sky. The fire raged with such fury that the house was engulfed within minutes.   [More]

James Pribram was in Canada on a business trip. A pro surfer, he earns his living as a company ambassador for various youth-and-sports-oriented companies, and also spends time teaching schoolchildren to take good care of the ocean environment. The ocean is his church, he’s fond of saying. He had three days left before he was due to fly home to California.   But something was tugging at him. He couldn’t escape a nagging feeling that he had to be at home—it couldn’t wait three days. His mother had recently fallen and suffered an injury, and although it wasn’t life-threatening, maybe [More]

Victor Giesbrecht, 61, and his wife, Ann, from Winnipeg, Canada, were driving last Saturday night on Interstate 94 in Wisconsin when they spotted two women standing outside their car on the side of the road. While other cars passed by, Victor pulled over, asking how he could help.   The car had a flat tire, the women said. They were struggling to remove it and put on the spare. Victor got out of his truck, rolled up his sleeves and got to work. Within minutes, he had the tire on. Grateful, the women shook Victor’s hand and thanked him.   [More]

California couple Esther and Nelson Nieves were heartbroken. Their 15-year-old Beagle mix, Dude, had been brutally killed by an escaped pit bull outside the home they shared with their relatives.   Ever since he was a 4-week-old puppy, Dude had been by Nelson’s side, and recently, after Nelson retired, the dog had come with him everywhere. Now Dude was gone.   According to an article in the Manteca Bulletin, Nelson’s nephew, Delfino, was worried about his uncle. Two days after the tragic event, he spoke to his father, wondering how he could help lift his uncle out of his depression. [More]

My very first assignment as a minister was to an inner-city parish in Camden, New Jersey. There was drug dealing and violent crime within sight of our home, and rough characters knocked on our door at all hours of the day and night.   Not long after we arrived, I had to attend a week-long church conference out of town. I dreaded leaving my wife and three children alone in our new neighborhood. God, I prayed, take care of them.   My first spare moment at the conference, I called home to make sure all was well. My wife assured [More]

Here in the Midwest, we’re used to frigid winters, but that morning seemed colder than usual.   Maybe it was because my husband wasn’t sleeping next to me. He had gone out of town on a long trip. It was just me looking after our three daughters. We lived out in the country—no neighbors within shouting distance, and I felt vulnerable. At night I made sure to lock the doors and I prayed God would watch over us.   I’d woken up shivering, with a pounding headache. It was really cold, even for our 170-year-old house. Did our furnace break [More]

The snow often fell hard and heavy during the winters I lived in Colorado. It was coming down like crazy one afternoon when my boss closed the office and sent us home. I hurried to my car. I had to stop at the sitter’s house to pick up my two baby boys.   I made it the sitter’s house without too much trouble. “Be careful,” she said, as I strapped Nick, six months old, and Jon, 22 months old, into the backseat of the car.   “You know I will,” I said.   But almost as soon as her house [More]

Amy Jung of Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, didn’t plan on adopting a cat. She only went to the Door County Humane Society on February 8 with her son, Ethan, to play with the animals.   But one feline caught her eye. A hefty orange-and-white furball, lying on a counter. Amy asked an employee about the cat. Pudding was 8 1/2 years old and had two previous owners, a family who gave him up because their son was allergic and an older woman who had passed away.   Pudding instantly bonded with Amy and Ethan. Amy couldn’t explain it. She just felt [More]

Pit bulls get a bad rap. They’re often viewed as violent, unpredicatble and poorly behaved, even though there is nothing to indicate they’re different from any other dog breed. Call it dog prejudice, if you will. One bad apple, and all the rest get called rotten.   But at least one pit bull can genuinely be called a hero this week.   On Monday night, Danna Smith of Huntington, West Virginia, was getting some much-needed sleep. The single mother had recently spent time in the hospital, and was responsible for raising her three children, who each have varying degrees of [More]

On a gorgeous summer day, Jeff and I were married on a pavilion overlooking a public beach. Cries of “Marco! Polo!” from families playing in the water punctuated our wedding vows. Afterwards, we posed for pictures with the ocean as our backdrop.   The perfect wedding for us beach lovers. Almost. Surrounded by our families and friends, there was one big presence missing. Jeff’s father, Gord. He should have been here, I thought. He would have loved this.   Read More: The Wedding Guest | Guideposts

According to The Enterprise Ledger, Vincenzo and his wife, Anna May, visit yard sales every Saturday morning, always leaving their home at 6:30 AM to get first pickings when the sales begin, usually at 7.   But the last week of June, Vincenzo spotted a flyer for a yard sale that began at 6:00 AM. The items listed for sale intrigued him. He told his wife that they’d have to get up even earlier than usual to go check it out.   At 5:30 AM, the Parisis stopped at a traffic light on their way to the sale. When the [More]

My pickup’s headlights pierced through the murky twilight as I sped up the country road through the woods. I needed to get home… if home was still there. Up ahead, fallen trees spilled out onto the asphalt like a pile of giant pick-up sticks. I slammed on the brakes. I would have to go on by foot, three quarters of a mile through the debris and the dark. I hadn’t been to church in 40 years, but now I prayed harder than ever. Please God, help me find my family.   Earlier that September evening, four funnel clouds had formed [More]

Talk to her, I thought. Talk to her. Normally, I don’t strike up conversations with perfect strangers but there was something about the woman waiting for the elevator with me at the medical complex. And after I pressed the buttons for our floors—six for her, seven for me—I couldn’t ignore the voice in my head any longer. “Nice day, isn’t it?” I said. “Sure is,” she replied. And that was that. A pleasant distraction from the backache that had brought me there, but not much more. At my appointment I received some injections to help ease the pain. An hour [More]

Lisa. Pray for Lisa. It was the strangest thing, this urge that suddenly came over me. It was as if an actual voice had spoken, firm and commanding.   Pray for Lisa? I prayed for my six-year-old daughter every night, just like I did for her brother and sister. But why now?   We were on the road, headed to my parents’ house for Christmas. Lisa was riding with my brother Bobby up ahead. I was following along in my car with my two other children.   Bobby was holding the speed limit, just like I had asked him to. [More]

In these chaotic times this is a great psalm to memorize so you can speak verses from it in faith over yourself and loved ones if the need arises.

My husband has a soft spot for strays. Driving down the highway one rainy day, we spotted a hulking mass of grayish-black fur, with paws the size of a bear’s, wandering along the roadside. “We already have two dogs and two cats,” I protested as he pulled over.   “We can’t just leave him there,” he said. “No telling what will happen to him.” He opened the door and the dog climbed in.   “Okay,” I agreed, “but we have to try hard to find his owner.” The dog seemed friendly enough, but there was a look about him that [More]

Never has a Bible passage spoken so strongly to me or to my husband, Jim, or so inexplicably. That’s the only word for it: inexplicable.   Something happened that Sunday when we heard our pastor speak on the passage, something extraordinary, and we both knew, separately, just sitting in the pew, that we needed to act on it. Now.   “‘Do we own our possessions or do they own us?’” Jim said, quoting the lesson as we were driving home. “When he said those words, it was like a light flashed on. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the stuff [More]

This is crazy, I thought. I trudged through the wet forest, ducking beneath dripping branches, trying not to slip, keeping my eyes peeled for movement among the trees. By my side, one of my two two-year-old Newfoundland dogs, Ruby, sniffed at muddy tree trunks.   “Nike!” I shouted into the wild, “Come here, girl! C’mon!” Only silence answered. No throaty bark, no snapping twigs or flurry of leaves that signaled Ruby’s best friend barreling through the underbrush. There’d been no sign of her for two days. Still, I hiked on. I was following a lead.   A crazy lead, an [More]

My home was a two-bedroom trailer, and the winter was just beginning in my area of rural western Oklahoma when I heard the weather report on television: An ice storm was coming. In preparation, I gathered blankets, and sure enough, the power went out. I said a prayer that God would get me through the night safely and made myself comfortable on the couch, huddling under the blankets. At midnight I awoke as the TV and lights came back on. Feeling all was well, I turned everything off and stumbled to bed.   Fifteen minutes later, I awakened from a [More]

Airports stress me out. So after a short flight from San Jose, California, to visit friends in Portland, Oregon, I was anxious to escape the terminal. I’d brought only a carry-on to avoid the chaos of the baggage claim.   A quick stop in the restroom and I’d head down to the lower level, where my friends were going to pick me up.   Then I saw it. A cute little stuffed dog, sitting all by itself on a bench in the main terminal area. Some poor kid was probably heartbroken at having lost it.   Okay, God, I thought, [More]

Ever since my husband, Ricardo, lost his job and we lost our home, I’d said the same prayer every day. Lord, help us find an apartment. Lots of light, warm and homey, a new kitchen, a clean, fully tiled bathroom. Outdoor space, like a balcony, would be nice, but asking way too much. A decent place would do.   Ricardo didn’t believe in prayer. But he didn’t have any other answers. We were renting part of a rundown house in Rockford, Illinois, not ideal conditions to raise our eight-year-old son.   It was dark and cramped, the floors cold and [More]

A young mother acts promptly to save her baby daughter, thanks to divine guidance.   Read More: Mysterious Ways: Televised Message

Twelve hundred miles to go, I thought, pulling onto the highway here in Indiana, my 75-year-old mother-in-law in the passenger seat. My oldest daughter was getting married in San Antonio, Texas, in a few days, and we were anxious to get down there.   It was a beautiful, sunny March day, light jacket weather, and barely any traffic. We’d get to Texas in no time at all, I figured.   Wrong. The lamblike weather quickly turned into a lion. Flurries began to fall before we even hit the Illinois state line. By the time we got to Joplin, Missouri, we [More]