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  1. Judi Siegrist Stahly says:

    Thank you, Natasha! I love hearing about such amazing answers to prayer. We know that God hears us before we even speak the words. He already knows them before they are on our tongue, but it’s wonderful to get the proof! I was once feeling a little sorry for myself when I was with Youth With A Mission, in Scotland, because the other girls had brought more spending money with them than I had. And my money had to last for not only the 5 months in Scotland and outreach in Sweden, but for the following year to be lived in Germany, and then, any personal vacation time. It was with me…my savings account emptied, and divided, in my mind, by the months that I had left. There was no way that I could go to the store and buy myself an item of clothing from the wool mill in Hawick, like my friends were doing. I accompanied them, anyway, and my eye fell on a beautiful red woolen sweater. I wanted it so badly that I went home and prayed for it. I wrote the request in my prayer journal, and I’m SO GLAD that I did. Because therein lay the proof that God heard my request, when two weeks later I got a letter in the mail, and a check dated that very day, mailed on the day of my request, saying that I should buy myself something to remember my time in Scotland. I’m so glad, because I would never have remembered the exact day that I had prayed unless I’d written it down, and it was so special to know that God had heard my request.

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      What a beautiful story, Judi! Do you still have the sweater?

  2. beautiful. I have a few of my moments. Will try to write them out soon and share

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      Oh, Julie. Love that. So much.

  3. It was a summer of pain, confusion, and terror from a body that seemed to be going crazy. Allergic reactions and medications were drowning my teenaged life and mind. Then, a diagnosis of a disease with a cure of radioactive iodine treatment. The first night of isolation, I broke down. I couldn’t fathom three more days of this. The black hurt and fear were too overwhelming. I sank to my knees and cried out to God…and He was there. I spent the remaining days sequestered from the world and wrapped in His Arms…

    Years later, I was running. Running from God, angry at the battle of infertility we were going through. Driving home in pouring rain, from a sweet student I tutored, my heart bruised and aching, I was angry. Hot, bitter tears coursed down my cheeks. I wanted a son, a daughter, a baby…I felt so alone and lost. A song came on the radio- sweet piano music, an angelic voice singing about God’s Love. I heard Him say “I love you so much…” And I could FEEL Him crying with me. I had to pull over while my heart emptied its ugly pain and filled with the glowing Love of my Savior. It’s changed my life.

    Thank you for sharing this post. God bless you, friend!

    1. Natasha Metzler says:

      Oh, what a beautiful testimony! I think one of the most life-changing moments for me was when I realized that God cries over my pain as well, just as he did at the tomb of Lazarus, all those centuries ago.

      Thank you, so much, for sharing these pictures of God with us.

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