FATHER KNOWS BEST

Jean

I pulled into the HEB parking lot to find my favorite parking space right by the front door. I prefer this spot because it makes it very convenient when I'm loading in groceries. I took my space happily, put my car in park and then I heard a soft "no".  I ignored it and turned the motor off and picked up my coupons and grocery list. I heard again, "move your car". I knew then that it was the Holy Spirit gently speaking; even so, I proceeded to negotiate with Him. His answer was still the same "move your car". I tried to explain the reason why I wanted to park there, but this time I heard no response. So, I moved my car.

I ended up having to park far away from the front door. I complained all the way into the store (grumbling about how hot and how far I had to walk).

About 45 minutes to an hour later I've completed my shopping headed out to the car. There in the front parking spot where I was asked to move from was a man standing by his truck very angry. Some one had slammed into his truck and he wanted to know who had done it. At that moment I realized this was why the Holy Spirit told me to "move your car". God my Father was protecting me from inconvenience and cost to repair a damaged vehicle. I immediately repented from grumbling and complaining. The lesson I learned that day is ?MY FATHER KNOWS BEST" and He watches over me. 

TAKING MY MIRACLE

Rose

Emma, my granddaughter was 37 days old when it started. Our daughter-in-law Carrie dialed 911 calling for the paramedics because Emma wasn't breathing and she was turning blue. She was instructed to stimulate her tummy until the paramedics arrived. When they arrived Emma appeared to be ok. So, they left, but had to return and Emma was then taken to the nearest hospital. They drew blood and Emma turned blue. She was placed on a monitor and transported to Texas Children's Hospital because she was over the age limit for their NICU. When we got to Texas Children's Hospital a team of people performed several tests and took x-rays. The doctors couldn't find anything that would explain why Emma wasn't breathing. The tests only revealed that an infection existed but could not pin point the source.

Later the doctor came in and said that Emma probably wouldn't make it and if she did pull through she would probably have some problems due to the high doses of antibiotics she had been given. The doctor's report was that she could lose her sight, hearing and be left with brain damage.  As a believer and grandmother who knows the power of God, I said, NO, to the doctors. I said, they were wrong and had made a mistake. Carrie asked me why I told the doctor that and I said that through this ordeal I had prayed and declared the blood of Jesus over Emma and I knew she was going to be ok.