A God thing

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...the hour of His judgment began October 22, 1844.

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sky

Thanks for your concern Sky.

When the doc told my wife that she broke her hip, she had just changed insurance companies in Dec. She checked the new company out before changing and they had all of her Md's. But in January, they dropped all the orthopedics except one group that is moving their office and not seeing new patients until March. Praise the Lord she is going to be getting her old company back March 1.

But in the meantime, she is walking on her "cracked hip" And in the process of moving so she is bending and squatting and lifting and carrying boxes. I instructed her to not do these movements that twist and stress the injured area. She says OK and 5 minutes later, she forgets. Called me in severe pain afraid that she is making it worse. I repeat the do's and don'ts.

Regarding Bible prophecy. It was difficult for the people in Jeremiah's day to distinguish if his message was the word of truth or if Hananiah was speaking the truth. When it came to pass, Jeremiah was vindicated. Unfortunately in the endtime, when it comes to pass, 5 of the 10-virgins won't have time to get ready. They did not wake up in time. They did not see the need of studying to show themselves approved of God like the Bereans.

The love of Christ transcends different ways of reading the Bible, like Jesus said "How do you read...?" Then when Jesus understood where they were coming from, He could start from there.

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In case you missed it -- is this a God thing?

http://clubadventist.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/425907/Re_Egypt.html#Post425907

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Lest I come across as saying that God things are bad or tragic, I would share a good God Thing.

Our home was foreclosed Nov 2010. My wife stole our kids away without as much as a good bye when I was not at home. I came home to an empty house: no note and nobody.

It was almost a week before one of our grown children thought that I might be worried. He called me to assure me that everybody was fine and to find out what I knew. He was very surprised that i only knew that she had left with the younger kids without a clue to their whereabouts. He let me know where they were and that he was not in favor of the secretive tactics or the decisions that had been made independently.

One day the new owner came by to survey his prize. He was surprised that the house was still occupied. I was surprised that it foreclosed so quickly, since I was not that far behind. He offered to sell it back to me @ $30,000 less than I owed and well above the fire sale price that he got it for. I gave him the grand tour.

No appliances, no hot water tank, roof that leaked, basement that flooded when it rained - water poured right through the concrete walls, septic system that was not working - when it rained it backed up into the basement, black mold on all the down stairs walls, all the carpet was ruined from the flooding, and a central air that was new when I moved in but that did not work the first summer I turned it on.

I was unemployed and could not afford the repairs. I had been working to fix some of these things, but then it would rain or the possibility of generating some cash would present itself and my attention would be turned away. My office would get dried out and cleaned up and then it would flood again. I just gave up on it.

As the time of my moving out neared, I called to ask the new owner if he would cut me a better deal. He did, but I still did not have the cash to make it work. He extended my move date to let me work on a buy back plan. Then the third time he lowered the price again and extended the move date.

I decided to buy it back and resell it to get a little money to help with the move, but I did not have any money. so I advertised it locally and told everyone what the deal was. Only church members looked at the property.

When one "elder" heard the story, he jewed me down so low that I regretted even considering selling it to him, but I had given him my word and accepted his. As the date for closing neared, he brought my price down more.

It was not like I bought a bargain and was making $50,000 in a month. I had put $60,000 into my house that was taken away. And now the man with less cash in it than I put in it (because he had cash up front) was making a killing and the elder was cutting me out. And finally when I asked the "elder" about the closing, he said he was not sure that he was buying it.

I had been turning prospective buyers away because he gave me his word and as it got down to the wire, he changed his mind and was not sure that he was going to buy it. But never told me. He was stringing me on.

What to do? I called everyone that was in my caller ID trying to find the buyers. For a host of reasons, none of them could get it. The most regrettable reason was time. Had I not trusted the "elder" these prospective buyers would have had more time to have building contractors and plumbers to check it out. But the clock had been run down to the last week and there was not enough time to make it come together.

Tuesday morning, I usually went to a mens prayer group at 6 AM. They had been praying that the Lord would work this out. And I prayed that prayer constantly though the weeks and months. This Tuesday, I almost decided not to go to the prayer group, because I had to be out by Friday and I was no where near ready.

At the prayer breakfast, I shared how the house situation was at present. We prayed together. And one of the group asked if his parents could look at the property. They did the next day. Thursday, they agreed to purchase. And Friday we closed.

Later I learned that this young man wasn't going to go to the prayer breakfast that morning. At the last minute, he decided to go as did I, and God's timing was perfect.

Had the house not been foreclosed, i never could have got what I still owed on it and the payments that were in the rears and some money to start over. But because it did foreclose, the buyer on the courthouse steps made some money, I did not leave empty handed, and the final purchasers got a fixer-upper that they put into shape very quickly well below its current market value.

That was a God thing.

God works in mysterious ways.

Here's the rest of the story.

My youngest daughters now (8 & 13) have always had a phobia of Tornadoes. Every time a bad thunderstorm would come along with wind gusts they would ask me if we were going to be ok. I always reassured them that God would take care of us and there was nothing to worry about. And I always prayed my heart out that God would be mindful of the children's fear.

On Wednesday 27 April 2011, I published my latest book on endtime prophecy. There is a significant section that deals with wind, water, fire, and earth (Tornadoes, floods, wildfires, and earthquakes). I document how many of these disasters had occurred in America during the decade and the year before 9/20/01 and after that date and why the difference. The numbers tell quite a story. And I stress throughout the book the importance of maintaining a relationship with God because it is not the trial that forms our character, but it is trusting in the God who can keep us no matter what.

The people that bought my house in December had fixed it up but not moved into it. On 27 April, shortly after I published "Echoes of Doomsday" a bad storm with violent winds headed for my children's school that was about a mile from our empty house. The storm stopped short of the school, but since the storm system was going to be in the area all day, the school closed and sent the students home.

Had we not lost our home to the bank and been compelled to move from it in Dec 2010, we would have gathered the children from school and gone home to it. Around 6PM the day I published and that the children went home another group of storms moved through the area. Most of the houses in our neighborhood were demolished. Our house had its roof completely removed. and some minor structural damage. The people that had purchased it had not put insurance on it. But yesterday (5days after the tornado)they had the temporary roof framed on it and it is raining today.

Our pastor and several neighbors had walls ripped away, rafters twisted and the shells that remained that did not look too bad will have to be totally demolished. They cannot be repaired.

One house was wiped away so cleanly that the concrete slab was all that remained. The family in it did not have a basement to hide in. It was a miracle that they lived to tell about how their house was demolished while they were in it. All three had injuries, but nothing life threatening. and their family car was found parked in what had been their living room after the storm passed. And their parents house that is directly across the street from the one I had owned was a perfect oasis. After the storm it was a stately house on well manicured yard with a few shingles missing - no damage.

This was a rural wooded area with hard wood trees to big for a grown man to hug. There might be a few of them still standing as 30-60 foot pillars without branches and their crowns plucked off. But mostly acre after acre of chaotic logs thrown every which way.

Now I know why the bank foreclosed the day we went 5-months in the rear and why they would not let us catch up when we tried to work it out with them. God was answering my prayers for my children. He was making it so that they would not have to go through a tornado that they feared so much. And God knew that I did not have a job (just the books that He sells from time to time) so I would have no way to rebuild and no where to go. So God moved us away 6-months before the tornado struck.

That is a God thing!

If you want to read the synopsis and an excerpt from

"Echoes of Doomsday" and see the covers just go to http://stores.lulu.com/DanielsRevelation

I'm not sure how to post pictures. I have some.