Dark haired and dark eyed, this striking uniformed woman entered the crowded gift shop. The Hebrew on her uniform told me she was an Israeli army officer. An elderly American couple accompanied her. When I greeted the strangers by the impulse of the Holy Spirit, the elderly Christian woman explained she personally never took the opportunity to witness Christ to her Hebrew friend. They made friends in Israel.
I saw this as a divine appointment from the Lord. Since, the officer did not speak English, I witnessed to her in the only words of Hebrew I knew.
"Baruch a shem Adonoi, Yeshua ha Meshiah." ("Blessed be the name of the Lord God, Jesus the Messiah.")
I showed her a gold Star of David I wore around my neck. At this, the pretty officer beamed a big smile and gave me a hug. Her Christian lady friend pulled a New Testament in Hebrew out of her purse and handed it to me. The officer, not a Christian, autographed the book in Hebrew for me.
" Next year in Jerusalem!" It is the Israeli war cry.
My family and I had moved to Marion County. I found work in public relations, which helped me to get to know the area and the people. As a family, we also worked together taking turns to deliver newspapers by car. Monica rode with her mother to throw newspapers, or Brian rode with his dad.
Early one morning in the dark, there was a horrible rainstorm with strong thunder and flashes of lightening. To deliver newspapers at a large apartment complex on our route, I pulled our white station wagon in to a parking place under a big, spreading oak tree.
Immediately, the Spirit emphatically impressed me in my heart to remove the car.
The warning came a second time. This time, I remembered how I had come to suffer two weeks of poison oak all over my face in the past when I did not heed such a spiritual warning. So, I obeyed. I pulled the car back out, and parked in another space up the line. Flashes of lightening illuminated the scene.
I delivered newspapers on foot around twenty-one apartments as the lightning continued flashing, and then I returned to the parking lot. There, in the parking space I vacated now lay half the huge spreading oak tree. Lightening and wind split it and knocked it down. If I had remained parked there, my car would have obviously been crushed and Brian injured.
For the rest of the newspaper run, we praised God together for the saving miracle.
The pregnancy of our last baby took Mary quite by surprise, or maybe I should say, more by shock. In South Florida, we lived in a three-bedroom adobe townhouse. All four girls, Monica, Emily, Joanna, and baby Margaret inhabited the master bedroom; Brian bunked in another, and mom and dad in the third.
"We just weren't established!" said Mary. "I had to work, and it seemed like it must be the wrong time for a baby. Not only that, we ministered to a prayer group in our living room. We were still new to Florida. A baby was the furthest thing from my mind. I really felt sick during my early pregnancy. “
Mary and I are country people; we decided to move north to live closer to some of our relatives. South Florida was a cultural shock. All the trees were trimmed to the height of the low buildings. Everything was concrete city. That's when we came to Marion county.
“I was five or six months along by the time we moved to Ocala. We wanted trees and grass, something more familiar to us.”
We moved to Silver Springs Woods in the very green Ocala National Forest. In our new church there was another young couple who invited us for dinner. During prayer, this young woman prophesied that what was happening to us was truly the hand of God.
"The baby you are carrying is a boy, and his name is Daniel," she said.
The name Daniel means "God has judged." The weather was very hot, and Mary was very uncomfortable wondering what day the baby was to come.
Three weeks before the birth, Dad prophesied the baby would be born on October 20th.
This gave Mary comfort. It turned out to be a Saturday morning at Monroe Regional Hospital. Daniel was born soon after noontime following just an hour and a half of labor. He's been a servant of the Lord, ever since.
More wonderful miracles in the storms of life. I find that I too have suffered for not listening to that tiny little voice inside, giving me warnings and red flags. I am more careful now-a-days to pay attention and heed to His voice.
Thank You for sharing Bill...