Prayer Answered

I have been praying for years for the salvation of my family. Especially (but not limited to) my brother Jeromy and sister-in-law Christine. I see so much in them that needs to be part of God's family. They have so much to offer. I had been thinking about them a lot the week prior to breaking my foot. But, after I broke my foot I didn't call them to tell them what was going on with me. My mom, however, called and told them. On my birthday (Feb. 20th) they stopped by unannounced with balloons. Well, Esteban and Chantal had come by to visit right before Jeromy and Christine arrived. Conversations got going and ended up that God had this "random" meeting set up. As you will read in my brother's testimony title "I'm Listening" they [Esteban and Jeromy mostly] had an in depth conversation that really brought light to all of the signs that had been going on in the previous weeks. After Esteban and Chantal left my brother told me that they would be coming to church.
My brother had not been to COG for over a year. I was very surprised and really encouraged.
That Sunday morning I was in pain again and thought... "oh, I don't know if I am going to church... the girls need baths... so do I... it is already 9:30am... do we have time... " and on and on. But, no! My brother and his family were finally coming back to church. I had to be there. This in itself was important to me.
I quit my whining and got to church (a hum 45 minutes late). As we were pulling into the parking lot my mother was being dropped off (and she had not been attending regularly in a while either).
Getting to the point... at the end of service (as my brother said in his testimony) he went up and spoke with Rodney. They prayed as the tears rolled down my face. I clutched Russ' shoulder as I watched. I look over to the other side of the stage to see Christine (Jeromy's wife) praying with Mary and Renee. I could barely contain myself. Oh, who am I kidding... I bawled like I had just broke my foot. So Russ thought at first that is why I was crying. But no... the tears were of sheer joy being released from what seemed to be an over flowed dam of emotion.

The 2 weeks prior I had been asking God if my life was a testimony to anyone at all. If just how Russ and I lived was enough to bring people to our God. I asked Him to speak more clearly to me. I asked for clear signs. I also had sent out a note on Facebook and in the last of the 25 random things about me I wrote... "I hope to one day be a walking testimony". It was addressing a specific healing that has not been healed to my knowledge yet, however, this testimony is much more wonderful in the grand picture. Although not fully walking... more like hopping testimony till I am off the crutches!

He is good. All the time.