The Steps Of A Good Man Are Ordered By The Lord

"Oh death where is they sting? Oh grave where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55

 

 "The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way." Psalm 37:33

 

 

 

Yesterday was a day, of what I will only call, coincidences from the hand of the Lord. God was getting my attention.

 

I am writing my message a little later then usual this morning, as I have had a time of prayer and seeking the Lord, which never seemed to come to conclusion. I have in my hands the testimony of a man who died yesterday. It came into my hands by a series of Godly coincidences. I believe that God wanted the testimony in the man's car in the hands of a Christian who would share it with many others, who would be blessed. I intend, with your indulgence, to do so today.

 

First of all my daughter, who works for the office of medical investigations for the state, was on call yesterday, mid morning, when she received a call of a man who was lying dead right outside of his car. The interesting thing was that the man was getting out of his car and preparing to walk into his church. The church just happened to be a spirit filled church in this county. For privacy reasons I cannot tell you the man's name, or the name of the church.

 

This man was young, in his mid thirties, but extremely overweight. As there was no sign of trauma on his body, my daughter began to form an opinion, that he had suffered a pulmonary embolism. Of course, she would run some preliminary tests to make sure.

 

Now I do not believe in coincidences. I believe that God has every moment of our lives planned. Because I believe that, I believe that God arranged this man's time of going just so my daughter would be on call and I would come into possession of a copy of his testimony, which he just happened to keep in his car. I believe that God wants this man's testimony shared for several reasons.

 

Before I share the testimony, I want to say that the man, was a believer in God. The man was walking into church, and I truly believe that if I had to die, or if anyone in my family had to die, I would want them to do so right outside of a church they were going into. I wouldn't want them to die at a bar, or at a wild party, or at some other place which would make me wonder what in the world they were doing there, tempting the hand of God.

 

When a person dies outside of a church, you know that they were on the right track with God. Secondly, many times people will say to me, "I prayed and prayed for a healing for this person or the other person, and they still died. Why, if there is a God, would God allow that?"

 

I want you to know that I believe death is a graduation ceremony. What a wonderful thing to have the Lord call a person home into His presence. We, the ones left behind, are the ones in pain when a loved one dies. But, if our loved one knows the Lord, we should not grieve for them at death! This world is full of pain, sorrow and illness. The presence of the Lord, is a place of peace, serenity and glory!

 

There are many who read my blog each day who are ill, or who have a loved one who is ill. There are some who are suffering from mental afflictions that read my blog every day. I believe, that as you read this testimony, you will be strengthened. I would also ask you to look up the testimony and writings of the man he mentions, William Branham. I believe that for those who need encouragement these things will be invaluable to you.

 

Here, though rather lengthy, is the man's testimony. May it encourage your faith, as it did mine. Please forward it to anyone who needs encouragement.  FYI the man had moved from Santa Fe, and was working as the head of accounting for a resort in this county.

 

This was written 01/21/09

· God is so GOOD to me!  I just wanted to share a wonderful little testimony that happened today. As most of you know, I almost didn’t wake up one night in May of 2006.  Almost three years ago I woke up next to my bed on my stomach unable to move.  I had a stroke at age 31.  Unfiltered blood pumped from a microscopichole (PFO - birth defect thing) in my heart went to my brain caused a blood
clot rendering my left side crippled. 
Those first days were terrifying! 
I was in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and I was out of my mind with fear and panic. My brain was working
normally (in my internal thoughts anyways) and I felt like the old ******(Name omitted for privacy sake)
but I was physically unable to get my body to respond, etc.  As a Christian, who knew the Bible from my
childhood, I just started to pray and pray and pray some more.  I cried out in despair to my Savior to “not
pass me by” and leave me in the crippled body I was in.  I was a highly functional, successful,
professional Manager one day, and the next unable to move.  I fought the sensation of despair and fear
every single minute in the hospital.  I
still hate hospitals today.  I had heard
this story a long time ago of an old man and an empty chair.  The story is called:  THE EMPTY CHAIR....

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A man's daughter had asked
the local pastor to come and pray with her father.  When the pastor arrived, he found the man
lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside
his bed. The pastor assumed that the old
fellow had been informed of his visit.  I
guess you were expecting me,"  he
said."No, who are you?" 
"I'm the new associate pastor at your local church," the
pastor replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew that I was
going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden
man. "Would you mind closing the
door?" Puzzled, the pastor shut the
door. "I've never told anyone this,
not even my daughter," said the man. 
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.  At church I used to hear the pastor talk
about prayer, but it went right over my head. 
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued,
"until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me, 'Joe,
prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.  Here's what I suggest.  Sit down on a chair, place an empty chair in
front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he
promised, 'I'll be with you always.' 
Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right
now." "So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple
of hours every day.  I'm careful,
though.  If my daughter saw me talking to
an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the
funny farm." The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the
old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to
the church.....

Two nights later the
daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon.
"Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the
house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his
corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour
later, I found him dead. But, there was something strange. In fact, beyond
strange--kinda weird.  Apparently, just
before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the
bed.....

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When you are crippled, thinking you might die, you
act and do funny things.  I remembered
this story. I haven’t told many people
(maybe 1-2 people) this… but after a few lonely nights alone in my hospital
room.  I would reach out and grab a chair
close to my right side (the arm and side that still worked) and pulled the
chair close to my bed.  Or I would roll
on to my stomach and pull the left side chair close to the bed.  This was quite an ordeal in my crippled
state.  But I would visualize Jesus
sitting in that chair in the darkness and I would pray out loud in a
conversational way to Him.  Of course
being in the ICU, I would get checked on from time to time and the nurse would
always move the chair to check on me.  I
would do my best to laugh and smile to the nurses (pretty or not) so they would
come back and check on me.  No one likes
a cranky sick person... the cranky ones get hauled out in big black Hefty
bags.  If they spoke Spanish, I would
laugh and smile in Spanish, just as long as they would come back and laugh at
me, I didn’t care as long as they showed up.  
After they left, I methodically and with great frustration would AGAIN
pull the chair back to my bed to “talk to Jesus”. (You would appreciate the
effort more if you did it 10-15 times a night in that condition.)  But I was determined if I had another stroke
and died this time, Jesus would be there sitting in that chair ready to take me
home.....

.. ..

I wrestled with Fear and Doubt, but as a Christian
I claimed the promises of healing in the Bible. 
I read a little book called “Healing Thoughts” from sermons of William Branham and I soaked it up day after day. THAT BOOK WILL BUILD YOUR FAITH.  It was a few days later and God spoke to me
in the Bible Text… Fear Not, Be not Afraid, etc.  Everywhere you look in the Bible Christ is telling us to not fear or not to be afraid.. 
in fact in the King James Version it says FEAR NOT, 63 times.  The revelation for my healing came when I
cast aside my FEAR and put my FAITH in Christ’s promises.  I just claimed the promises of Healing and
within days I was out of the ICU and into a rehab hospital room and talking
again, within weeks I was walking again. 
Within two months I was back to work. 
But I was in so much severe pain from nerve damage in my left arm/hand
and that didn’t go away for like 4-6 months and no drugs were good enough to
stop the pain.  Within a year most of the
effects of the stroke were gone.  I was
“healed” but it took awhile to recover. 
I claimed the healing every single day, no matter what I faced.....

.. ..

I had to go on blood thinners and I still have
scary moments of blood in urine or my stools, etc.  Recently (a month or two ago now), I had
weeks of this and a family friend who is a Pastor and his wife from South
Dakota came through town and we had dinner and prayed about this issue while
laying hands on me and afterwards it went away again!  Fear was trying to take a hold in my mind but
Mark 16:18 says “they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall
recover.”  I just believe it and the
devil knows he can’t shake that from me. (but he tries and tries…)  Try urinating blood and not feeling fear and
despair set in!  But I just kept claiming
my healing and confessing it and had hands laid on me and it went away.  NOT BACK SINCE.....

.. ..

Well I am a big guy and a BIG TARGET for the
Devil.  I am his most recent favorite
punching bag, I think.  Before Christmas
of 2008 I was waking in the morning here in ....Santa Fe.... and having really bad dizzy
spells.  I could barely get to the shower
without wanting to vomit.  For former
stroke patients… that is a bad thing if you couldn’t figure that out already.
(Kind of a small warning sign.)  Of
course a fear of another stroke came right back but I am ready for death any
time he wants to show up!  There IS NO
FEAR for a Christian in death.  “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where
is thy victory?”  (1 Corinthians
15:55).  Just move a chair close to my
bed when I am dying and pull the plug on me! 
Jesus will take me home.  But I
went back to my old Church in ....Tucson....
for Christmas and at the end of the morning service I got sick and dizzy
again.  One of the ladies went up for
prayer and they laid hands on her… so I followed her.  I followed the directive in Mark 16 and had
hands laid on me.  One dizzy spell the
next day and NOT ONE MORE SINCE!....

.. ..

You would think I was over my fear by now,
huh?  Nope, just another more lesson/test
for me.  A week or so ago I went to a ..Santa Fe.. doctor to get “established” here in ....Santa Fe.....  So she takes a look at my size, reads my
medical history (along with the recent blood, dizziness issues, etc.) and
thinks the worse, and orders up a SLEW of blood tests and referrals.  The Devil starts whispering to me… “Jon, you
know Diabetes runs in your family, along with cancer, stroke issues, etc.  Don’t be stupid, the Doctor is worried about
SOMETHING, think about it.”  Then I would
say “You know Devil, just go away, in the Name of Jesus. I am healed.”  Back and forth, temptations to fear and
worry… but I just went to Jesus in prayer. 
I claimed my healing back then and I hold on to it now.  I confessed to the lab nurse drawing my blood.  I am healed... you don’t get it, Jesus healed
me in May of 2006 and has healed me on numerous occasions since.  When it’s MY time to go, I will go happily,
until then I am healed!  ....

.. ..

I said it to them even though in my mind the family
diabetes, my size, blood pressure, cholesterol and such was weighing on
me.  When fear crept in, I prayed and
prayed for Faith since I know faith is a revelation from God.  Finally God spoke to me THIS VERY MORNING on
my way BACK to the Doctors office to get the results. He said to me very
clearly “Jon, you don’t have to worry, you don’t have diabetes.  You will be okay.” THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID TO ME.  It was up to me to accept it.  I did. 
To me it was THUS SAITH THE LORD.....

.. ..

William Branham said in a sermon
titled “Water from the Rock” ....Phoenix..,
..AZ.... 1955, “If a man can ever be healed and see the power of God, what it does to
you, he will then become a believer. That's right.”

.. ..

I walked in the doctor’s office and waited in the
waiting room.  My faith was building
because God spoke to me.  My doctor
walked in.  She was literally shaking her
head but then she looked up at me and our eyes connected.  She then saw a big smile on my face and I
said to her… “It’s ALL good news isn’t
it?”  She said, “Yes Jon, I have to tell you how surprised I am, to tell you the truth.”
 I said, “You expected bad numbers didn’t you, after seeing me last week?”  I then started to laugh and she started to
laugh… “Yes, I did.  I expected high or bad numbers on your
cholesterol, blood pressure, diabetes, thyroid, etc. But they are ALL good!”
 I was laughing so hard by this time I
was coughing… so I said “PRINT THEM OUT
AND LETS GO OVER THEM.”....

.. ..

So down the line, diabetes, no.  Thyroid, just fine, in fact a really good
number.  (I was actually hoping for a bad
number here so I could maybe get extra help losing weight. Nope!  I am just TOO MUCH HEALED I guess.)  Blood pressure was good, heart rate was good,
Cholesterol was good and my Triglycerides were SHOCKINGLY low!  Blood counts were just fine and on and on and
on.  It was like a report card with all
A’s and B’s! She was blown away by the
results with my past history and such.  I
told her that I actually eat fairly healthy with chicken/fish and veggies.  She said… “Its obvious you do eat healthy or
these numbers would be bad!  Now just cut
back your portions to lose weight.”  The
only “bad number” on the report was my B12 vitamin number and that was
low.  She said “You are feeling fatigued aren’t you?”  I said yes, and she said, “Well that’s an easy fix, you just take some
B12 going forward and you will feel better:” ....

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The Devil is a dirty, rotten, corrupt, good-for-nothing,
foul, degenerate, depraved, disgusting, wretched, lying BLUFF. Remember that!   I praise
the Lord for my healing!  I am healed,
redeemed and saved by the Blood of Jesus. That is the ONLY thing you can have
faith in. Take it from me, IT IS EITHER
FAITH OR FEAR!  When you see my license
plate on the front of my Mustang Convertible… “Now You Know… the Rest of the Story.”  THIS IS MY TESTIMONY and it goes out in front
of me wherever I go!   ....

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NO FEAR – That’s my testimony!  ....

 

A Word From The Lord To Pastor Cathie 

Beloved, while those in the world are celebrating Satan today, keep YOUR eyes on Me.

There are no coincidences with Me.  My servant received his perfect healing yesterday and was welcomed lovingly into My arms.

What I did for one, I do for all. Now is the time to reach out for your miracle answers to prayer.

I put miracles in the hands of others, who are not afraid to share what I have shown and given them.

As the little song you remember from your childhood states, " It is no secret what God can do, What he's done for other's he'll do for you, with arms wide open he'll pardon you. For it is no secret, what God can do!"

 I love you~~

© Cathie Miller 2011 This message was put into the hands of God's humble handmaiden for the encouragement, edification and uplifting of His people. He could have used a donkey.

 

 

For We Know That Nothing...No Thing..  is impossible with God