PRAYER IS MORE POWERFUL
There are many people who go looking for people to do spellcasting, witchcraft etc. But one of the most powerful things that a person can ever do is pray.
You don’t need someone to do that for you. However, the more people that pray I believe it to be the strongest, most powerful tool you can ever have.
The beauty about prayer is it doesn’t have to be spoken aloud, but it can be in your thoughts.
You can do it yourself. Sometimes, it’s hard to pray even though you know the words of The our father etc But it’s believing in what you’re saying that matters.
I often get people saying that because of what I do it is the devil‘s work. But I never give thanks to the devil. I never give him credit for anything, I give credit to God because without him in my life I don’t believe that I could be doing what I do.
It wasn’t as if I came from a background who did readings or encouraged this, in fact, I come from a very standard background and my family were churchgoers. And I believe it’s because of that it kept my face turned to God.
THE POWER OF PRAYER Here are some of my personal accounts of prayers, miracles and visitations
The power of prayer is one of the strongest most powerful things that could ever be done, I remember when my grandfather was in a 3-Stage coma, after bumping his head on the luggage compartment of a tourist bus, I remember how the doctors had put papers in front of my grandmother stating that he was pretty much a vegetable and would be brain-dead and require ongoing help for the rest of his life to eat or look after his hygiene. I recall the doctor saying it was kinder to turn the machine off and let him go. They also had on the papers that she could donate his body parts. To help save others, because he had a very good set of lungs and kidneys, etc.
My grandmother was very hesitant as you would be in these circumstances.
I remember as a young girl I can’t remember exactly how old I was but I had never heard of bibliography before but spirit told me to open the Bible and ask God to show me what needed to be done to help my grandfather. I wasn’t sure of what answer I would receive, or how it would be given but I opened the Bible randomly and my finger landed on James 5:14 which read “Get the elders of the sick to pray over them and anoint them with oil”.
Immediately I ran to my grandmother‘s bedroom and I pointed to this and said we have to do this for Pa! My grandmother then contacted the minister from her Baptist Church, and because my grandfather went to the Church of England she contacted the minister there and told them to please meet her at the hospital and to bring the oil to annoy my grandfather. I remember the minister from the Baptist Church said “with God anything as possible!”. However the minister from my grandfather‘s church said “if it’s God‘s will to take him we must let that happen”. I remember saying to him “you don’t have much faith in God do you?”
I can remember the way he looked at me as if to say you’re just a child you don’t know anything. Although he didn’t say those words it was in his eyes.
So they prayed and they anointed my grandfather with the oil and I just said thank you God for healing my grandfather. Something told me everything would be okay. Three days later the Hospital were once more pushing my grandmother to sign the papers to turn off the machine because there was no change and I told her “Nanna don’t! God is never late!”
My mother sat beside my grandfathers bed holding his hand, I recall her apologising for all the hard times that she gave him, I guess it’s safe to say that she was reflecting on their relationship, which wasn’t very positive. In fact, it was quite toxic. But it’s often in situations like this that whatever goes on between families suddenly doesn’t matter any more.
All of a sudden, my grandfather moved his little finger as if to respond to what my mother said. And she noticed that and called the Nurse over, the Nurse replied “that’s just his body shutting down”. I said ask him again to move his finger, so my mother said to my grandfather, “Dad if you can hear me, move your finger again and he did”.
That day my grandfather opened his eyes on his own, and this vegetable they said my grandfather would be spoke and the first words that he said were God bless you. This vegetable the doctor said my grandfather would be was able to walk, however he had a limp. Apart from that, he was physically and mentally fine. And I believe that was through the power of prayer.
Almost 10 years later he passed away from Bone Cancer.
MY GRANDMOTHERS MIRACLE
One evening at my mother‘s place while visiting we had a phone call to say that my grandmother was admitted to hospital. It turned out she had a heart attack but they were able to revive her again on the way in the ambulance and then at the hospital they had to revive her again because her heart gave away. even as they were doing the stent they had to take it out because they needed to resuscitate her.
I remember during this I just kept praying that God is going to do his miracle again and help her through this. The doctors were saying that we should just let her go because if they do another fibrillator on her, it would damage the heart too much. I said you keep going. To their amazement there was no damage to my grandmother‘s heart even though she was black and blue from her chest to her throat.
It turned out there was a total of 10 times that my grandmother was resuscitated, and she lived a further 10 years. Until she passed away peacefully at hospital with the family by her side.
The family asked me to pray for her so we all held hands and I prayed. I knew that my grandmother was scared, because she knew it was time to leave and even though she had been wanting this for quite some time after my Mother passed way suddenly it was still the realisation that this is the day she would see us for the last time in this world.
I recall we noticed a whiteboard that was directly in front of the bed where my grandmother laid in ER written upon it were the letters JC. I remember pointing and saying “look he’s here”.
Not long after they moved my grandmother to another room where the family once more gathered again. The moment that my grandmother took her last breath I recall the most incredible and intense feeling I will never forget LOVE it went right through my whole being. It was so beautiful, it was peaceful.
I remember saying out loud how beautiful it was, it was then I noticed that she was gone, I was so moved by the love that I felt, I know that my grandmother hugging me, letting me know she was okay.
Moments before she did take that last breath I remember seeing the silhouette of my mother standing in a archway at the foot of her bed. She looked happy and as she was just waiting to help my grandmother over. I remember saying to my grandmother “you can go Nanna, Mum‘s here”.
When we all walked out of that room and passed that bed that she was originally in, we looked up at the whiteboard and the letters JC were no longer there.
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MY DEPRESSION AND THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE - GOD STEPS IN.
Later in my life, I had encountered great loss of losing a son and went through great grief through some very difficult circumstances. It was a very challenging time for me. My marriage failed. I ended up in a women’s refuge and I was broken, and even when I got a home because I gave the house that we had shared in my marriage to my husband because I didn’t want to live in a house that reminded me of heartache. I struggled with severe depression and anxiety and little by little turned away from God.
Eventually, I was consumed with anger, and a hate for life, and I just willed myself to die. I hit rock bottom.
I didn’t honestly didn’t want to be here and was consumed with thoughts of taking my life. I even remember one night I heard a voice saying “Go in, kill yourself, no one will care!” I know it was evil but screamed out “Get behind me Satan! God is my salvation!”
One night I broke down and yelled out to God in despair “Why do I bother praying to you? You don’t even listen to me!” I felt abandoned by God and I even said “you couldn’t even help me find my father!” I threw everything at God. I cussed, cried and begged him to just make my heart stop beating!
All things that I ever went through during my growing up years that didn’t turn out, the relationships that failed. It was devastating. I cried myself to sleep and I was so disappointed when I found that I woke up the next morning. because of my depression I found myself sleeping on the lounge every night because I didn’t want to lie in a bed that I had no one to hold me in, I was so broken in spirit.
GOD LEADS ME TO MY FATHER
Back then I was also a very heavy smoker, smoking Camel cigarettes unfiltered. I remember getting up, getting my middle daughter off to school and then I sat down after doing some housework which I thought might change my attitude for the day, but it didn’t. I was still angry and feeling now quite numb inside. I knew I had to get through the day somehow so I turned on my computer, back then it was all dial up with the big thick monitors that we used to have and towers. When the page loaded on the browser there was a tab that wasn’t there the day before, and I thought great I’ve got a virus! Because I was at that point where I just didn’t care about anything I thought I’ll help it along and click it, But when I clicked it it wasn’t a virus but a drop-down menu and in there were links to Sport, Weather, News, some other things like Dating, Medical and Entertainment and right at the bottom it had People Finder.
I remember looking at that last one it caught my eye. Suddenly my mind was taken back to the very last words that I said when I was yelling at God that you couldn’t even help me find my father! So I clicked on the tab People Finder and I thought here goes nothing. There were two links in there one was switchboard.com I clicked on it, the page looked as though a 5-year-old had designed it. It was so plain, it had first name, middle initial (optional) and surname. Then underneath it had select a state (fortunately the top one was any state) so I clicked Any state. Then it had an optional window where you could type an age. So I took a guess and put my mother’s age.
I only had the name my aunt gave me, entered the details. Sadly my mother would never talk about my father, so I never pushed her. I entered the name and selected any state and for the age I put in my mother’s age. I waited for the animated egg timer on the screen to stop spinning and as I was waiting Iit up another cigarette, suddenly the page began to load slowly and there were three people with the name that I was given for my father Randy Lee Keever.
But there was only one that was of the same age as my mother, and not only was there an address but there was also a phone number. I was stunned.
Without thinking of time difference or anything like that I called my service provider and asked how do I call this number? The operator said to me that I don’t have access to outside of Australia on my phone and to set that up will take 48 hours because they have to enter paperwork etc. They told me that when I do have access to overseas line I will need to dial 0011-1-704 then phone number.
The operator said they would let me know by giving me a phone call once it’s activated on my phone, which I thought was kind since I had expressed to her why I needed that on my phone I said “I think I might have found my father”. So after I got off the phone and agreeing to the terms of having this extra access on my phone. I then said out loud “okay God if this is you, you’ll make it possible for me to call this number now and get through!”
I dialled the number the way the operator said I would need to dial, 0011-1-704 before the phone number that was on the screen and to my surprise it rang!
I thought since I don’t have overseas access yet, it’ll probably drop out. But it didn’t, it was then a man answered with a very broad American accent and I said “hello can I speak to Randy Keever?” He replied. “I’m Randy Keever” I then said “I’m calling from Sydney Australia. Can I ask you a few questions please?”
I remember him saying “this isn’t another market research is it?” I said no he said okay.
I said, were you ever in the Navy?
He replied yes I was!
I asked him if he’d ever been out to Sydney Australia?
He replied as a matter of fact I have! I then said, do you remember a lady by the name of Diana May? He went silent. It felt like forever and all of a sudden he replied with “Oh Lord I think I know what this calls all about!”
HE REALLY IS MY FATHER!
It was right then hearing those words I knew this man really was my Father and I broke down crying saying “I think you’re my dad!” He then told me how he was a young man in the Navy and he received a letter from my mother to say that she was with child, but his shipmates tore the letter up and threw it overboard telling him not to be so foolish because she’s probably looking for a dual citizenship and that this is very common for women to say they’re pregnant when they’re not or if she is pregnant it might be someone else’s child and she’s looking for a father for the child so they told him not to fall for it. He said he always wondered if he was a father and then I told him not only are you a father, but you’re also a grandfather. he was elated. And apologised profusely for believing the shipmates. In every call he apologised for having not been there for us in my life.
The only thing that mattered to me was knowing him and being accepted.
“Now I know why God let me live! It was because my little girl was looking for me”
We were both crying but we were both happy. Finally after all these years I found my father! And the only thing I can put this down to was the fact that God was listening to me even when I thought it wasn’t and what I hadn’t realised until that moment was how present he was in my life. As it would turn out my father was actually in a wheelchair.
It then occurred to me how God had been there all along, he put in my path a connection with another person who was in in a wheelchair. This was a woman next door who moved in to the property, she was wheelchair bound, paralysed down one side from a stroke. I would go over to spend time with her, and tend to her animals , help with house work for her because I took pity on this woman who couldn’t do anything for herself.
Little did I know that at the time, but it’s very possible that God put her in my life to prepare me for what my father was going to tell me when I found him.
my father then told me that he had to a gunshot to the head which paralysed him down one side, he said “I often wondered why God let me live” and then he added “now I know why, it’s because my little girl was looking for me”.
We must’ve sat on the phone talking for a good 4 to 5 hours. Sending each other photos via email and learning about my background and Native American heritage.
Two days later, I received a phone call from my service provider. It was the same operator that I was speaking with at the time and they were excited to tell me that I could now call overseas because the line now has overseas access. I said “thank you so much but after I got off the phone with you, I actually was able to call and got through and yes, it is my father!”
The operator said that’s wonderful, did you go through the operator at the exchange? I said what’s that? They said where an operator connects you and I said no. I just dial the number like you told me. They said no, you would’ve had to have gone through the exchange because you didn’t have that access on your phone yet, I said “no I didn’t go through anyone. I just dialled 0011-1-704 and the number and I got through” it was then it dawned on me…“OMG it really was God!”
What was even more incredible was there was no record of any phone call made from my line that day so I sat for 4 to 5 hours on the phone for free!
LINCOLN TIMES NEWSPAPER
Our story ended up in the Lincoln Times newspaper front page. I would never forget that day I found my Father for as long as I live, so if you have found your faith dwindling to virtually nothing or feel like giving up and wishing yourself dead I understand. Because I’ve been there, but I’ve also seen what God can do and this is why you should never give up on him because he’s never given up on you.
The Lincoln Times Newspaper article I blanked it my maiden name. To think 40 years later I found my father the day after I took my hands off and gave up, I realise now that was the only time that God could step in because I had been trying to control finding my own father without his help.
MY FATHER VISITED ME
Unfortunately, before I had the chance to see my father face-to-face, he passed away. The first I thought this was cruel of God to let me find him only to take him away from me. But then I stopped thinking that way and beingGrateful for the chance that I had to know him whilst he was in this world.
I remember when I got the phone call to say that he was going and could I be at the hospital as quickly as possible. My passport was still being held up for some reason and I was so distressed my poor father couldn’t even respond over the phone, but they held the phone next to him and I remember saying to him “Dad I love you and I’m so sorry that I’m not there with you. But please visit me.”
The next call was to let me know that he had gone, I remember feeling mixed thoughts and emotions but something told me I had to prepare my home for my Father’s visit. So I began cleaning. Everything had to be perfect for this visit!
I remember that night laying in bed, I couldn’t sleep all I kept thinking about where our conversations and the missed opportunity of seeing him face-to-face and giving him a big hug. As I lay there with my eyes closed all of a sudden I saw a very bright light form across my eyelids and all I could think was great! I haven’t slept and now the sun’s come up. But then I heard familiar voice right by my side saying “I want to give you a hug.” it was my father‘s voice and I didn’t want to lose that moment even if I thought it might’ve been something that I was imagining due to lack of sleep, the light got brighter and brighter still thinking it was the Sunlight on my face as it was warm I just lifted up my arms and said “I wanna hug you too, Dad”. Then I realised It’s him! He’s really here! I open my eyes to find the room pitch black.
The sun wasn’t up, my father‘s spirit visited me to say goodbye.
My father visited on his birthday and said how proud he is.
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BLUE THE CORGI PUP
Another memory I have as a child was when our Corgi Kisma had a a litter and one of the pups was born dead. I remember my mother holding this blue pup in her hands and raising her hands up she closed her eyes and said Jesus please spare this pup if it’s your will, I give thanks that you have healed this little one. Then she took some water, dipped her finger into it and did the sign of the cross on the head of the puppy. I remember I was sitting there bawling my eyes out because I didn’t want that puppy to die but it had no movement and it was all blue. All of a sudden it began moving its paws. And I recall my mother saying “Thank you God!”. We named that puppy Blue, and we kept her for many years until she passed away of old age.
I believe my mother had a beautiful connection to God a very strong one because even when we would go out on a boat back (then I obviously wasn’t vegan and didn’t know any better but we would go fishing) and I remember my mother said as there were no fish biting “God said cast your lines to the other side of the boat and I will make you fishes of men!” so she did and one after another she pulled fish up. I remember her telling me Bible stories when we would sit fishing I loved those moments.
I’ll never forget the day I got the call that my mother had passed away. I remember driving to the hospital and everybody in the room crying. It felt so surreal because only 10 minutes before that phone call came my Mother sent me an email about angels I believe it may have been a sign.
I remember I couldn’t sleep. All I thought about was what am I going to do now that she’s not here? I only just recently ordered a corner computer display cabinet so my partner said to me why don’t you put that together to take your mind off things so I began putting it together and undo the computer and detach the speakers. The speakers had the cords wrapped around them no power running through them when all of a sudden talkback radio came through the speakers, I knew it was my mother because she always listen to talkback radio.
Since then I’ve had numerous visitations from her but she tells me all the time how beautiful it is in the new world.
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~Karen🌹
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