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    God Encounters: Stories of His Involvement in Life's Greatest Moments
    God Encounters: Stories of His Involvement in Life's Greatest Moments
    God Encounters: Stories of His Involvement in Life's Greatest Moments
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    God Encounters: Stories of His Involvement in Life's Greatest Moments

    By James Stuart Bell

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    This touching collection of true stories shares personal accounts of God’s presence and activity in the lives of ordinary people throughout ordinary days—and how He shows up in extraordinary ways.

    God Encounters consists of approximately thirty stories with “life turning points” that illustrate how God is active in everyday life, through his involvement with physical crises, relationship issues, and life transitions. Readers will come away with new spiritual insights with life-changing implications, and the upbeat, comfortable, and accessible message makes each story appealing for every reader.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHoward Books
    Release dateOct 13, 2009
    ISBN9781439166901
    God Encounters: Stories of His Involvement in Life's Greatest Moments
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    James Stuart Bell

    James Stuart Bell, Jr., was director of religious publishing at Doubleday, executive director of Bridge Publishing, and executive editor at Moody Publishing. He has written or consulted for more than a dozen other Christian publishers. At present he is the owner of Whitestone Communications, Inc., a literary development agency. His roles include writer, editor, compiler, packager, publishing consultant, and literary agent. He makes his home in the western suburbs of Chicago and is married with four children.

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      God Encounters - James Stuart Bell

      INTRODUCTION

      Where is God when you need Him? You might be surprised. Because whether you see Him or not, He’s right there with you—guarding, guiding, and giving you just what you need at just the right time. There is nothing on this earth like the direct experience of His loving care, His forgiveness, His comfort, His encouragement. Perhaps you hunger for His presence in life’s tough circumstances and need reassurance of His unending love, personally, just for you. If you’d like a peek at God in action, then go ahead, open the pages of this book. On every page you’ll find new visions of who God is and who He has created you to be.

      You’ll read about people who encountered God in the good times, and in the bad. In some of life’s greatest moments, and in ordinary circumstances.

      You’ll see glimpses of God through …

      • Sudha, who was pulled back from diving, in the dark, into an empty pool

      • Jim, who learned that God is revealed even through our failings

      • Pat, who saw God while bombs burst overhead

      • Jon, who found evidences of the Lord in the sweet spot of a tornado

      • Karen, who found God’s fingerprints in her burgled house

      • Lynn, who encountered God on her way to end her life

      • Mimi, who learned from God while riding out Hurricane Katrina

      • C. M., who saw the Lord in the faith of a boy with Down syndrome

      • Jill, who had a visit from God in the grocery store

      • David, who saw God in a newborn’s smile

      • Donald, who watched as his dying friend experienced God’s presence

      And about three dozen other people who can pinpoint faith-sustaining moments when God clearly showed up and brought about important changes in their lives.

      What does it feel like when God breaks in and interrupts the logical flow of cause and effect or moves in quietly to answer your prayers? A sense of His abiding presence was experienced by two disciples walking with Him on the road to Emmaus. They said their hearts were strangely warmed as they recognized this true God sighting (see Luke 24:32).

      Though you may not see Him with your own eyes, you, too, can experience his peace, joy, and comfort in your heart as you observe His work in His followers—people just like you whose dreams are fulfilled, relationships restored, safety protected, and debts paid off.

      Perhaps you need a miracle right now or just a reminder that God cares. Perhaps you just need a nudge to look for God in your daily life or a prompting to praise Him. These stories will not only bring you into His presence but will give you fresh insight and stories to share with others who are hungering to see God at work. You can also use this book personally for fun, challenge, and renewal. Bring it into your quiet time with God, and ask Him to move in similar ways, realizing that He has a unique plan to show Himself just as powerfully to you. Or use it as a weekly reminder to look for God in your life in the days ahead. Remember the promise from His Word—If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me (Jeremiah 29:13). Find Him in these pages and in your life … today … now!

      god is faithful

      CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

      Jill Thompson

      I hesitantly approached the entrance of the store. The automatic double doors slid open in a brisk and definite welcome that didn’t exactly match my mood. My decision to come had been tentative at best.

      I decided that if I saw anybody I knew, I’d respond to his or her greeting with a cheerful Fine, and you? and hope that my public demeanor would not betray the private worry I carried in my pocket. I sidestepped an abandoned shopping cart, shook off my apprehension, and entered the building bustling with people, produce, and possibility. I silently prayed I would be able to feed my husband and our five boys for the week with the ten dollars in my pocket.

      The recent birth of our triplet boys had put a strain on our one-income, one-vehicle family. Still, we managed to get by for a while; that is, until the year of losses: first, my husband’s health; then his job; and finally, his mental state. The latter tailspinned to a depth I could not fully understand.

      In our small town, where nobody uses turn signals because everybody knows where you’re going, it would have been easy to wear my woe for all to see. But I was too shy. And our predicament felt a little too personal to become the subject of pity-induced gossip that would have spread from beneath hair dryers and under car hoods.

      Instead, I had quietly chosen to stand in line at social services to apply for food stamps—which were denied.

      If you sold your van, the nonchalant caseworker said with a sigh, you’d be over the income limit. So you have too many assets to receive government assistance.

      My isolation felt immense. Yet how could I feel alone when there were lots of other young mothers with mouths to feed, absent spouses, and financial burdens beyond their control?

      Some people have faced even worse, much worse. I tried to talk a little truth to myself. I mean, who was I to pester God about food and health and finances when we had clean water, a roof over our heads, and lived in a free country? I wasn’t so bad off.

      Who was I to pester God about food and health and finances when we had clean water, a roof over our heads, and lived in a free country?

      Certainly I’d given my heart to God with no expectation of a trouble-free life in return. I began to see our family’s circumstances in the light of a grand experiment, a God-given opportunity even. Could I actually live as joyfully and contented in our days of want as I had in times of plenty?

      Yes, I decided. No fair-weather faith for me, even if God seemed to be acting like he hadn’t heard me.

      Three steps into the store, I ran into people I knew. Harold and Ruth, an elderly couple from church, had just finished shopping and were heading toward the checkout line. Though I knew these two were not overendowed with material goods, they enjoyed a wealth far beyond what money could provide. They had raised three kids, had seen hard times come and go, and still were able to live faith-filled lives.

      My smile was genuine, and even my Fine, and you? had rung true as we visited and then continued our separate ways.

      A big bag of potatoes, some oranges on sale, and milk. Now the meat department came into view. A friend of mine had told me that while she put her husband through med school, she’d served him and their two little boys cow tongue. I looked over the cellophane packages. She was right; it was cheap.

      I took a long hard look and shuddered. I just couldn’t do it. I moved to the generic-food aisle, hoping to select from among the black-and-white packages there.

      Jill … oh, there you are. It was Harold coming slowly toward me.

      Hi, Harold. I thought you and Ruth were through.

      Yep we are. She’s waiting for me, but I had to ask you a question.

      Okay, what is it?

      Do you believe that God speaks to us?

      Harold was a deacon in the church. He knew his Bible inside and out. Yet he was one of those saints who lived his faith in the real world. Was Harold testing me?

      Is this a trick question? What do you mean, like, does God talk to us while we’re praying or something? I responded.

      Harold’s eyes twinkled, a smile played on his lips.

      No, I mean literally, so we can hear. Do you believe that God talks to us … that He speaks so we can hear Him?

      I thought about that. I weighed both the positive and the negative responses I might give. A coupon-laden mother and her curly-haired, wide-eyed little girl pushed by us heading toward the meat counter. I took a chance.

      "You know, Harold, I think I do believe that God can really speak to us. So, yes, I guess my answer is yes."

      Good. I’m glad you said that, because then you’ll believe me when I say that God just spoke to me as I was leaving the store, and He told me to give you the money in my wallet. And with that, Harold reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. I was astonished.

      Now, there have been many times in my life when another person’s words or actions touched my heart in a way that made me feel unworthy to receive them. I felt like that now. I watched this precious elderly gentleman with shaky hands and arthritic knuckles fumble through his ancient wallet to extract the bills. Gently, he held them out to me.

      Harold, I … I …

      I really heard God speak to me, he said, putting the money in my hand.

      Harold, I … I don’t know what to say. I … I think I’m going to cry!

      Buy some tissues. They’re in the next aisle, he chuckled, patting my shoulder.

      Oh my … The tears trickled over. I looked down at the answer to prayer in my hand. Thank you, Harold. Just … thank you! I said as he turned to go.

      See you Sunday! He waved and continued down the aisle, disappearing around the soup display. Standing there, holding evidence of God’s faithfulness, with unaware shoppers swirling around me, I felt, well … loved.

      I hear you, Lord. I whispered. "I know now that you value me more than the birds of the air. I hear you reminding me that if you can feed them, you will take care of us who are worth infinitely more.

      "I hear you in Harold’s actions. I’m reminded that nothing, not a husband’s illness, not unemployment, not more kids than resources, nothing, separates us from your love. Not a thing!"

      With contentment and even joy, I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, turned my shopping cart around, and joined the wide-eyed girl and her mother at the meat counter.

      god is Protector

      ANGEL IN FLIGHT

      Veronica Rose

      I must not oversleep, I thought as I set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and crawled into bed.

      I lay in the darkness considering the events of the past year. Since the demon of alcohol had invaded our home, everything had changed. I felt at times I was just trying to hang on to my own sanity, as I saw my husband, Andy, becoming more and more delusional and irrational. He certainly was not the Andy I had married twenty years earlier. Under the influence of alcohol, he had changed from an optimistic, fun-loving guy to a person I didn’t recognize.

      I had to take on the responsibility for the welfare of our family, despite frequently feeling helpless and untrained for this journey. Alcohol had never been in my home or on the scene with my friends, so for many weeks I didn’t know how to spot the obvious fact that Andy had started drinking.

      Beside me, Andy lay snoring softly, oblivious to my worries and concerns. Sleep seemed as foreign to my brain as the pathway I had traveled this past year, trying to learn how to respond to the quirks and paranoia of an alcoholic.

      Andy was scheduled to enter an alcoholic treatment center in Boston for thirty days. In the morning our nephew would take him to the airport. He was lined up to change planes in New York, but I was apprehensive. I suspected he would take advantage of the opportunity to have a few last drinks, and I worried he would not be sober enough to get on the correct flight. Where would he end up? Would he follow through on this plan, or would he call for someone to come and get him and take him elsewhere?

      I needed to find a release for all these fears; so quietly, hoping not to disturb him, I eased out of bed and tiptoed to the living room. My faithful old rocking chair seemed to be waiting for me that night, as it had many nights lately. Just rocking gently back and forth always brought me calmness as I let go of my anxieties, at least for the moment.

      I had been a Christian for twenty years, but this past year my faith had been tested in a way I would never have imagined. Through it all, the Lord had been my strength and comfort, and I believed He had much better things for Andy and me and our family. I could not, nor would I ever, settle for the disorder and upheaval that threatened our family’s happiness.

      With tears, I asked God to send an angel to ride with Andy to watch over him.

      I sat in my rocking chair in the still night and asked God to take all my fears and frustrations and bring us back to a family living in harmony again. With tears, I asked God to send an angel to ride with Andy and watch over him.

      Please get him safely to his destination and bring him back a new man, I begged.

      I looked at the clock as I crawled back under the covers. It was 1:30 in the morning. I felt at peace. Now I knew I could sleep.

      Andy returned from the treatment center as a new, happy, and healthy man, and a year later he still had no desire to tempt the alcoholic demons. He talked frequently about the programs he went through, and at one point he said, They couldn’t believe that I arrived with no alcohol in my system. Most people arrive really pickled, because they know it’s the last time they get to drink.

      How did you arrive free of alcohol? Didn’t you drink on the plane? I finally asked.

      He hadn’t spoken about the flight, except when he called from the airport that morning to tell me his flight was canceled. He had asked me to call the treatment center and tell them he would come on another flight. The other flight would not include changing planes in New York. I was so relieved and grateful. I knew one prayer had been answered.

      Now he picked up the story as he said, "I need to tell you about that flight. It was very strange and a bit aggravating. I got on the plane, fully intending to have some last drinks before I arrived. But before I could order a drink, this congenial lady came down the aisle and sat beside me. She told me some things about herself and said she was going to a church conference in Boston.

      She asked me what my mission was in Boston, but I hedged a bit. As she continued to talk to me and tell me about the great God we serve, I just couldn’t bring myself to drink in front of her. So I only had an orange juice. It was really strange. You would’ve thought she was assigned to me, or something. She never left my side the entire flight.

      By this time I was nearly jumping up and down with joy.

      "But she was assigned to you, I exclaimed. She was an answer to my prayers! Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?"

      Andy looked at me, somewhat perplexed. How did you know that woman?

      I didn’t, but God did. He heard my prayer that morning before you left, I said. He looked out for you just as I asked Him to!

      Well, she certainly did get under my skin. I was in no mood to talk, but I had to respond to her or appear rude. He removed his glasses and started to clean them with his handkerchief as he continued. Her demeanor was so nonthreatening and genuine that even though I didn’t want to talk, I found her conversation calming and encouraging.

      I watched as he placed his glasses back on, and I said, Isn’t it wonderful to see God in action like that? She was like an angel from God. An answer to my prayers.

      Yes, he nodded, "and now it all makes sense to me. I just couldn’t understand why she seemed so concerned about my welfare.

      She did her assignment well, he added with a chuckle.

      God knows how to handle tough situations, even if we might have our doubts, I said, as I squeezed Andy’s arm.

      god is Comforter

      MIRACLE IN MOTION

      Renae Brumbaugh

      Miscarriage is a fact of life. It happens to a lot of people, right? It is sad and disappointing, but you deal with it. You move on. Or at least that’s what I thought before it happened to me.

      I didn’t realize that with the premature death of my baby, I would also mourn the loss of something intangible, unspoken. When my baby died, hope died. At that point, I entered a black tunnel of grief and despair that was beyond description.

      Somehow, I kept moving. But I can’t really say I kept living in the fullest sense. My life took on a robotlike quality. I moved, I spoke, I did what was required; but there was no spark, no depth.

      I attended church and tried to be the perfect android pastor’s wife, smiling and nodding, trying to remember names, trying to say and do all the right things. But the protective shell I had placed around my heart was a thin one and was in danger of cracking at any moment.

      I didn’t eat or sleep. All I really did was cry. Not the deep, heart-wrenching sobs that stem from great emotion. Instead, silent tears slid down my face so often that I almost stopped noticing them. Most days, I stayed in my pajamas. Some Sundays, I didn’t even have the strength to get dressed and go to church. I just couldn’t do it.

      I quit talking to God. I was mad at Him. I couldn’t understand why He had played such a dirty trick on me: first, with years of infertility, then dangling my baby in front of me only to take him away. And I didn’t want to hear from God, either. I was so angry with Him; I didn’t really care what He had to say.

      Late one night, I woke Mark from a deep sleep. Sweetheart, I have to tell you something. He sat up groggily and

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