What can God not do?

Evangelist R. W. Schambach writes:
“I will never forget, the greatest miracle I ever witnessed began with an offering. It happened under the ministry of Brother A. A. Allen.
I was with this man of God for about five years in the fifties. . .”
“. . . . A woman brought her child, who had twenty-six major diseases, to our meeting. I’ll never forget this as long as I live.

The boy was born blind, deaf and mute. Both arms were crippled and deformed. His elbows protruded up into his little tummy; his knees touched his elbows. Both legs were crippled and deformed; he had club feet. When he was born, his doctors said that boy would never live to see his first birthday, but they were wrong; he was approaching four years of age. Of course, his condition was breaking his mama’s heart. She came to our meetings all week, and I got concerned about that boy. In those crusades, we had each person with a need fill out a prayer card, and as the Holy Spirit moved, we would pray for the needs God inspired us to pray for. And the Holy Spirit didn’t seem to be moving us to pray for that little boy.”
“The following Sunday, his mother came to me and said, ‘Brother Schambach, I’m down to my last twenty dollars. I’ve paid the hotel bill, but we’ve been eating in the restaurant, coming to three services a day and giving in every offering. All the money has run out. My baby has not been prayed for.’ She was very upset, and she was ready to give up and go home.”

“I said ‘Ma’am, I can’t apologize for the moving of the Holy Ghost. I know you have to leave tonight, but if you come to the service and, once again, the Holy Spirit leads in another direction, and your son’s prayer card is not drawn for prayer, I will personally take your baby to the man of God’s trailer house and see that he lays hands on your baby. You will not leave disappointed.’ And I meant that from my heart.” “That night I came out, and I led the singing in that evening service. Then I introduced Brother A. A. Allen, and he came bouncing out on that platform and said ‘Tonight we’re going to receive an offering of faith.’ I had never heard him use that expression before, and I saw eyebrows lift all over the congregation. He went on, ‘Now, if you don’t know what I mean when I say an ‘offering of faith,’ I mean for you to give God
something you cannot afford to give. That’s a good definition, isn’t it? If you can afford it, there’s no faith connected to it. So give Him something you can’t afford to give.'” “As soon as Brother Allen said that, I saw that boy’s mother leap out into the aisle and come running. Three thousand people were watching her in that Birmingham Fairgrounds Arena as she threw something in that offering bucket. I never saw anybody in such a hurry to give, and, I confess, I was nosy. I came down off that platform to see what she had given. You know what I saw in that bucket? A twenty dollar bill.”

“I knew that was all she had. She had told me that. She had driven from Knoxville, Tennessee, to the meeting in Birmingham, Alabama. She didn’t know how she was going to get home or what she was going to use to feed herself and her baby on the way. I went behind the platform and wept. I prayed, ‘Lord, I’ve been trying to teach that woman faith all week. But now I’m asking You to give me faith like she’s got!'”

“. . . Brother Allen went on and collected the offering and launched into his sermon. But about fifteen minutes into his message he stopped and said, ‘I’m being carried away in the Spirit.'” “I said to myself, ‘Here we go again on another trip.’ This is how God used him: he said he could see what the Holy Spirit wanted to communicate to him like he was watching it on a television screen. He would describe it as he saw it. That night he said, ‘I’m being carried away to a huge white building. Oh, it’s a hospital.’ Of course, I heard this kind of thing every night that I worked with Brother Allen so I was sitting there unmoved.” “Then he said, ‘I’m inside the hospital, and there’s no doubt in my mind where I’m heading because I hear all these babies crying.

It’s a maternity ward. I see five doctors around a table. A little baby has been born. The baby was born with twelve, no, sixteen, no, twenty-six diseases.'”

“When he said that, I started getting chill bumps up and down my spine. I said, ‘Oh, my God, tonight’s that baby’s night!” “Brother Allen continued, ‘Twenty-six diseases. The doctors said he’d never live to see his first birthday, but that’s not so. That boy is approaching four. Now I see the mother packing a suitcase.

They are going on a trip. Another lady’s with her. The baby’s in a bassinet. It’s in the back seat of an old Ford. They’re driving down the highway. I see the Alabama/Tennessee border. That automobile is driving in the parking lot. Lady you’re here tonight. Bring me that baby! God’s going to give you twenty-six miracles.'” “That woman came running again for the second time that night. She put the baby in Brother Allen’s arms. I jumped up to stand beside him, and everybody in the audience, 3,000 strong, was standing. Brother Allen must have wanted to be sure that the audience was agreeing in faith for the miracle because he said, ‘Everybody, close your eyes.’ But I thought, ‘Not me, mister. I’m going to be scriptural on this one. I’m going to watch and pray. I’ve been waiting for this all week. ‘” “That little boy’s tongue had been hanging out of his mouth all week. The first thing I saw as Brother Allen prayed was that tongue snapped back in the mouth like a rubber band. For the first time in four years, the little guy’s tongue was in his mouth. I saw two little whirlpools in his eyes, just a milky color. You couldn’t tell whether he had blue or brown or what color of eyes.

But during the prayer, that whirlpool ceased, and I saw two brand new brown eyes! I knew God had opened his eyes, and if God opened the eyes, I knew He had unstopped the deaf ears.” “Then those little arms began to snap like pieces of wood; and for the first time, they stretched out. The legs cracked like wood popping. All of sudden, I saw God form toes out of those club feet as easily as child forms something with silly-putty. The crowd was watching by this time going wild! I have never seen any people shout and rejoice so much in all my life.”

“I saw that baby placed on his feet, and he began to run for the first time in his life. He had never seen his mama before, never said a word, but he began running across the platform and I was running right after him to catch him. He leaped into his mama’s arms, and I heard him say his first word, ‘Mama.'”
” . . . . The following Saturday after his healing, I received a special delivery letter from his mother. . . She said ‘Brother Schambach, I took the baby to the hospital Monday morning, and the doctors won’t give him back. They kept him all week. They have called in every doctor from all over the country who has had anything to do with the case. They have pronounced my baby cured of twenty-six major diseases.’ Of course, we went on to get the copies of the affidavits from the doctors certifying that boy’s life was a genuine miracle.”

“Her letter continued, ‘You remember that last Sunday when I told you all I had was twenty dollars? God knows that was the truth.

But when that man of God said to give something you can’t afford, I leaped into the aisle. The moment I hit that aisle, for the first time in my life I heard the devil talk. The devil told me, ‘You can’t give that; that’s not yours. Fifteen dollars of that goes to the doctor. Five dollars is for gas to get home.’ The faster I ran, the faster he talked. But as soon as I turned loose of that money, he stopped talking.’

“‘Brother Schambach, all you saw was those twenty-six miracles, but there is one you don’t know anything about. After you were gone, people were staying there. They wanted to see the baby and see what God had done. People shook hands with me. When one lady shook my hands, I felt a folded piece of paper between my palms. I opened it up and saw it was a twenty dollar bill. As I shook hands with the people who had lined up, every one of them had a folded paper in their hand. I went into the ladies room and counted $235!'”

THE ABOVE EXCERPT WAS TAKEN FROM
Schambanch, R. W.

Who says yours is impossible?

GIVE IT A TRY TODAY AND YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

Please Share if you are touched by this testimony to help the faith of your contacts.
GOD BLESS YOU. AMEN

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A simple and beautiful prayer.

When you wake up say:
God, I love you.
When leaving the house say:
God come with me.
When you feel like crying, say:
God, hug me.
When you feel happy say:
God, I adore you.
When you do something, say:
God, help me.
When you make a mistake, say:
God, forgive me.
When you go to sleep say:
Thank you God and cover me with your holy mantle.

Send this prayer to the people you care about …

*God loves you!*

Five Finger Prayer

This is so neat. I had never heard this before. This is beautiful – and it is surely worth making the 5 finger prayer a part of our lives.

1. Your thumb is nearest you. So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis once said, a ‘sweet duty.’

2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers.

3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in business and industry, and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God’s guidance.

4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need your prayers day and night.

5. And lastly comes our little finger – the smallest finger of all which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, ‘The least shall be the greatest among you.’ Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into proper perspective and you will be able to pray for yourself more effectively.

If you decide to send this to a friend, you might brighten someone’s day! Pass this on to someone special… I did.

Don’t tell God how big your storm is, tell the storm how big your God is!!!!! !

Have a Blessed Day 🙏🙏🙏

To All Women

Be an *Esther*, bold and courageous enough to stand for the truth, to voice your opinion and fight for the good of others, even when it means to sacrifice yourself. If God has put you in a position, it is for a purpose. Never be afraid to heed to that inner voice.

Be a *Ruth*, loyal in all your relationships, walk the extra mile and don’t quit when things get tough. Someday, you’ll see why it was all worth the effort.

Be a *Lydia*, let your homes be open, let your hands be generous, let your hearts be big enough to help anyone in need. Joy is greatest when shared.

Be a *Hannah*, never cease to pray. It will never be in vain.

Be a *Mary*, humble and submissive. You don’t have to be great for God to use you, you just need to obey.

Be a *Dorcas*, use your talents, however small it may seem to bring a smile on someone’s face. You’ll never know how much it can mean to someone.

Be an *Abigail*, remember how each decision can turn your life around for good or bad. Be wise.

Be an *Elizabeth*, never doubt what God can do. Miracles do happen.

Be a *Mary Magdalene*, never let your mistakes and judgments of other people stop you from experiencing true joy in Jesus.

Be a *Rebekah*, never forget that true beauty lies within. Draw your man closer to God through your character.

Lastly be *Sarah* age doesn’t mater, Trust & believe. All is possible with God

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Share with all 2018 women to encourage them. And to all men to encourage the women in their lives.
Amen

Hopeful in the Lord

*🌷You will rise as a champion, your rainy season is coming.🌷*
My mother used to cook beans, but before she cooked the beans she picked bad and dirty beans and threw them in our backyard and only cooked the good beans, but when the rains came they became seeds and germinated and started to grow up and looked beautiful,  and the same person who threw  them away started harvesting . She  started to see/realize that the beans she threw away had value. 
Now let me tell you my brothers and sisters,don’t cry when people throw you at the backyard, don’t cry when they reject you, don’t cry while they are looking down at you. The rain is coming and the same people who rejected you will invite you .God loves those that are left out and looked down upon, God will bless you, just stay connected to him and everyone will see how valuable you are. They might try to bury you, but remember that you have germinating ability inside of you through the spirit of God. 
Isa 40:31

 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint

Beware!

BEWARE WHEN YOU NOTICE ALL THESE IN YOUR LIFE.
1. Beware When prayer becomes a difficult thing for you.
2. Beware When fasting is becoming a history in your spiritual timetable.
3. Beware When you no longer enjoy reading the word of God.
4. Beware When attending church programme is becoming a burden rather than a blessing for you.
5. Beware When living a life of holiness is appearing like extremism.
6. Beware When sinful living becomes a lifestyle in the name of grace.
7. Beware When you crave for earthly things rather than the things of God.
8. Beware When waking up in the night to pray is becoming a thing of the past.
9. Beware brethren, when your heart no longer desires to see the Lord Jesus one day.
10. Beware when you eat more than pray
11. Beware when you no longer share the word with others.
12. Beware When u start diluting the preaching Word of God to keep people around you.
13.  Beware When you spend more time on Facebook, whatsapp, twitter, and internet. These things become idols and take the place of God.
14. Beware when you are very spiritual outside but inside full of spiritual dryness..
15. Beware when you have more carnal friends than spiritual friends..
16. Beware When you ignore messages such as these.
Beware of all these, brethren. Satan isn’t resting. We too must be vigilant.


Lets prepare, Jesus is coming soon to take those who are eagerly waiting for him.


PLEASE DON’T LET SHARING THIS BECOME A BURDEN..


LET US ALL BE CONSCIOUS OF THE LAST DAYS.

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Learn to Listen 

​Last  week  l  went  to  a  restaurant,  l saw  there  was  a WiFi  service,  so  l  asked  for  password,  *the waitress  told  me eat  first ,* so  l  placed  my  order, After  eating  l asked  again  for password  and  again  she  told  me *eat  first,* feeling frustrate  again  l ordered  black coffee, after drinking , again  *l asked  for password ,* They  told  me  *eat first..* Then  angry  *l  asked  the restaurant  manager  for  the password.*  He replied  *eat  first,* before  l  was  about to  explode,  *l  finally  saw  a  sign  showing  WiFi password* …” EAT FIRST”. 

*LESSON :*  This  shows  that  most  of  us  we  are  waiting  for  an answer  from  God after  we  have prayed  but  *we  don’t  listen  to  what  God  is  saying.*  At  times  the  Lord  is  showing  us  an  open  door  but  we keep  asking  for direction  *instead  of  looking  at  the one  door  that  is open.

God…. pls  guide  us  to know  how  to  get answers to  our prayers  from  you.

MAY  GOD  BLESS   YOU  AND  HELP YOU TO LEARN  TO  LISTEN !