Proof The Bible Is True

Empty. No other word described how I felt. I’d lost the baby I’d carried for six months. Six months of planning for the daughter I’d named Angelica.   The loss of the baby had been too much for my already rocky marriage, and my husband and I separated. Now there was just Jordan and me. My son was my pride and joy, but he was only three. How could he give me the comfort I needed so desperately?   Jordan had looked forward to being a big brother, and I took him in my arms when I came home from [More]

Every year my family gathered for a week at our summer place in northern Michigan. Kids, grandkids, great-grandkids all descended on my lake house. Normally I loved gathering at the house for a week of sun, swimming, and time with my family. But this year was different. My beloved husband, Bill, had died less than a year before, after a long battle with brain tumors, and I couldn’t imagine being up at the lake without him. He’d loved that special place every bit as much as I had, all 62 years of our marriage.   But my kids kept begging [More]

“The video is missing but you can read the story by clicking on View Transcript on the page.” Admin   Carolyn’s daughter Vanessa had just graduated from Navy Nursing School when she got her orders for San Diego, 2,000 miles from home. Carolyn worried. Lord, she prayed, please send an angel to watch over Vanessa. Keep her safe. As soon as the words left her lips, a picture came to mind, … Read More: Everyday Angels: Someone to Watch Over Her – Guideposts

“The video is missing but you can read the story by clicking View Transcript on the page.” Admin   Fran and her husband, Tom, parked on an isolated Nantucket beach. They wanted to watch the sunset.   When the light was gone, they decided to go back to their inn. Tom stepped on the gas. The tire spun in the sandy mud. Each attempt to get out made them sink deeper.   Pushing the car didn’t work either. They were very far from the main road. God, Fran asked, send someone our way.   Read More: Stuck in the Mud [More]

Our family needed to come together more than ever that fall. I decided to have Thanksgiving at my house.   I hadn’t fixed a formal dinner in months, and I had a full set of white stoneware in my china cabinet just begging to be used: plates, salad plates, cups and saucers, creamer, sugar bowl, butter dish—the works. A week in advance, I made out my grocery list, including ingredients for my special fruit punch. It had been my granddaughter’s favorite.   Amanda, 20 years old, had lost her life in a car accident in the spring. She had visited [More]

You can’t go home again. That’s what they say. But I returned to California, where I grew up, after seven years of being away.   My roots were there, I figured, even though my parents and grandparents were now gone and I’d lost touch with all my old friends. Besides, my lonely new house was about to become a home. I was getting a dog. I straightened the family photographs on the end table while I waited for the shelter volunteer to drop the dog off for a trial run.   My father and grandmother smiled out at me from [More]

I couldn’t believe my eyes: “Mom, is that really me?” In the mirror stood a happy young woman in the most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen. “The one and only,” Mom said. “This is your big day.”   Right at this very moment, friends and family were taking their seats in the lovely church my fiancé and I had chosen. Dad waited to escort me up the aisle. I’d tied white satin bows on the pews, and arranged white and lavender flowers by the altar. Lavender, to match the bridesmaids dresses.   It all seemed like a dream, especially [More]

My son, Matt, was diagnosed with leukemia at the end of April 2001. He was 16 years old. We made the trip from our home in Louisiana and checked him into St. Jude Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee, for chemotherapy.   Prayer sustained Matt—and our entire family—through those brutal months. No matter what happened, Matt kept an unshakable faith that God would heal him. After several chemo treatments and a stem-cell transplant from his father, the leukemia seemed to go into remission.   Matt stayed at St. Jude so that his health could be monitored, but I slowly got used to [More]

Ten dogs were brought into our clinic that day. All with the same owners, all in bad shape: malnourished, severely underweight, mangy and flea-ridden.   The worst of the lot was a black German shepherd named Maggie. She was rail thin. Every bone in her body showed. She was covered with open sores from her mange. I cradled her head in my hands and sighed, having seen cases like this far too often in my 15 years as a veterinarian.   Overpopulation is the leading cause of death among pets. Millions of dogs and cats are put down every year [More]

Before the party started I hoped to steal upstairs to the trunk where I kept our son Rod’s favorite things. I spent a lot of time with that trunk since Rod’s death in a car accident in his sophomore year in high school. That’s where I went when I missed him so much I couldn’t bear it. Like now.   My husband, Rodney, and I had decided to throw a graduation party for Rod’s classmates. They’d taken his death hard too. In the months after the accident the kids wrote dozens of letters telling us how much our son had [More]

Different. That’s what I’ve always been.   As far back as kindergarten, the other kids saw I was clumsy and got really distracted sometimes. They didn’t want to be friends, so God and I got extra close.   One night in my room, when I was five years old, he even spoke to me. “Kyle,” he said, “this is God. You’re going to have a baby sister.” Sure enough, a few days later, Mom found out she was pregnant.   My new sister, Libby, never shied away from me or laughed when I fell down. I wished the other kids could [More]

Jeff was one of the most popular kids in my high school class. He was a soccer and baseball star, a talented artist, an honors student, and “best-dressed senior.” But the list of honors under Jeff’s yearbook picture didn’t convey his real achievement.   At the beginning of senior year, Jeff was diagnosed with cancer. Even as the disease rapidly advanced, he continued to come to school and do all his work.   Read More: Graduation Day – Guideposts

Communication wasn’t easy when I started dating Lynn. She was deaf, and my sign language was limited to the alphabet. Lynn would wait patiently for me to spell out a word and then teach me its sign.   The tedious process was worth it. Taking the time to really communicate only brought Lynn and me closer. I was fluent in sign language by our wedding day and our 10 children also learned.   Lynn was killed in a car accident in June 1999. “She’s with God in heaven,” I told our children. But silently I wished I knew that for [More]

Elsewhere in the world it was Christmas Eve. The calendar said December 24, 1944, but it seemed impossible.   This was no holiday for us American soldiers, out in the snow-covered forests of the Ardennes Mountains, in Belgium along the German border. We were far from home, battling subzero cold, and the enemy was all around us.   Most of us were young college graduates, trained as pilots or bombardiers in the Air Force. But there was a shortage of B-17s for us to fly, so we’d been assigned to the ground troops and reduced in rank from lieutenant to [More]

In my studio on New York City’s Upper West Side, I train professional opera, cabaret and Broadway singers right alongside talented amateurs from every occupation you could imagine. When I look out of my eighth-floor window onto Broadway, I know Frank Sinatra was right: If you can make it here…   Competition is fierce. But often it’s that competition that forges strong bonds between people. All different types of people. And it seems that every type of person has come through my studio. One February afternoon about three years ago, I received my most unexpected visitor ever.   Read More: [More]

These righteous testimonials illustrate a heaven-sent presence that provided spiritual comfort, aid and healing.   As God says in Isaiah 41:10, “I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” In the amazing cases of these three Mysterious Ways readers, that righteous hand was a physical presence that brought them much-needed comfort, miraculous aid and spiritual healing.   Read More: 3 Mysterious Stories of Divine Hands at Work – Guideposts

“Be prepared for the worst,” the fire chief warned us that January night last year. “There’s been a lot of damage.”   A little after midnight my neighbors and I had been forced out into the cold by a blaze in our apartment building. Now, hours later, the fire extinguished, it was finally safe for us to reenter our homes—what was left of them, anyway—and collect a few essential belongings.   Accompanied by a firefighter and a Red Cross volunteer, I opened the door to my apartment, feeling sick with anxiety. I didn’t have renter’s insurance. What if I had [More]

Ah, summer vacation! I hunted along the rocky shoreline of North Truro, Massachu-setts, for sea glass.   I’d been collecting the stuff for years but had yet to find a single piece this trip.   What I had accomplished was to finish reading a book about guardian angels. The author claimed they were always near. That gave me an idea. Could an angel help me find a pretty piece of sea glass?   Read More: Angel Glass – Guideposts

My husband and I searched for a housekeeper for months. Running our business left little time for the house, but we just couldn’t find the perfect person.   Our home was filled with eclectic souvenirs from our travels—glassware from Eastern Europe, hand-carved spoons from Poland, ironwork from the Czech Republic, pottery from Japan. We wanted a housekeeper who would care for our mementos as we would.   Then one day I bumped into my old neighbor Michelle, who had recently moved back to the area. I hadn’t seen her in years. She invited me over to her new place. I [More]

That Christmas got off to a promising start.   Alison and I and the children—two of our four were still at home—had picked out a tree and its lights were twinkling merrily in the living room. I had lit a fire to take the edge off our raw English air. And then 12-year-old Matthew hesitantly asked me a question that would have been perfectly natural in any other household: “Dad, would it be all right if I put on some Christmas music?”   “Of course,” I said, too quickly.   I braced myself. As strains of “Hark! The Herald Angels [More]

Christmas Eve I woke up early for our big family dinner.   Dozens of relatives were due to arrive in a matter of hours, and of course there was lots to do. I went to the kitchen to put in the turkey. But first I took a deep breath.   I had a special Christmas request I didn’t want to forget. A prayer not so much for me and our guests, but for my teenage son, Darryl. Please, God, I asked, let us spend Christmas at home, and not in the hospital.   Darryl was born with spina bifida, a disease that [More]

The Boston Red Sox and our grandson, Justin. Two of my husband’s greatest pleasures. Justin spent countless hours with Grandpa Gabe, laughing and talking while they worked in the yard and around the house. Gabe taught him how to use tools and even to repair our riding lawn mower.   Their happiest times together were in baseball season, cheering for the Red Sox on television, munching handfuls of peanuts, Gabe’s favorite snack. “He’s my best friend,” Justin always said.   My husband battled gastrointestinal cancer for most of Justin’s young life. He never gave in to the disease, and our [More]

We were still living in the city when our family became the proud owners of a 6-week-old puppy. She was blonde, with the nose and tail of a chow, and the eyes, fur and build of a cocker spaniel. Our teenaged sons named her Pilgrim after John Wayne’s sidekick. But it was our 10-year-old daughter, Juli, whom Pilgrim followed everywhere and slept beside every night.   After our move to the country Pilgrim thought it was her responsibility to patrol the fence around our 160 acres. We put up a No Trespassing sign, but sometimes hunters came onto our property [More]

Early one July morning I arrived by train in Salt Lake City eagerly anticipating a week’s camping trip with my son, Dan. We planned to explore the Oregon Trail. My great-great-grandfather had trudged West along that trail beside a covered wagon. Dan wouldn’t arrive for a while, so I stowed my gear in a station locker and walked into town. When I returned, the station doors were locked. A sign announced it wouldn’t reopen until ten o’clock that night. I peered in the window, but no one was inside.   Read More: The Key to Praying – Guideposts

Before my husband, Omar, and I got married, we had the “kid” conversation. This wasn’t our first marriage, and we each had children from previous relationships. Our blended family got along wonderfully. Why add a new baby to the mix?   Besides, I was 39 and Omar was 42. In a few years, our kids would be out of the house. Neither one of us wanted to start over, to go back to sleepless nights and changing diapers, right?   Then my period was late. I’d left Omar and the kids back in Texas to spend a week with family in Massachusetts. [More]

https://rener.org Do you hunger to know what God wants to do with your life or what steps to take to fulfill the perfect will of God? Or maybe you need an answer from Heaven for a life-changing decision? You can learn to hear from Heaven to know God’s plan today with Rick Renner’s updated teaching series The Will of God — The Key to Your Success. Rick answers the hard questions about the often-misunderstood subject of hearing God’s voice and how you can know His will for your life. He shares from his own life how he discovered the will [More]

05/04/24   Only 6% of Christians have a biblical worldview as many Americans embrace syncretism, according to a new survey.   The Cultural Research Center at Arizona Christian University released a new batch of research from the American Worldview Inventory 2024.   The main takeaway from the report is that “the typical American adult is not a worldview purist but is essentially a worldview plagiarist, combining beliefs and behaviors borrowed from an average of nine recognized worldviews into their personal worldview blend.” The research considers this finding as consistent with the fact that “the dominant worldview in America is syncretism, chosen by [More]