THE MIRACLE TOUR

Miracle Moment Submission My sobriety date is October 15, 2018. My lowest point came when I was told that I wouldn’t see my son graduate from high school, which felt devastating as he was only in 10th grade at the time. I had become an expert at leading two lives: the outward-facing persona everyone saw and the internal struggle filled with pain and emptiness that I had tried to fill for decades with straight A's, swimming records, career achievements, money, and the endless cycle of “when this happens, I will feel good.” Unfortunately, I never truly felt good. Each day, I would wake up planning my schedule around when and where I could drink, counting down to that first sip that would allow me to exhale and escape reality. I lied about my habits, hid my struggles, cried alone, and faked my way through life, missing countless precious moments. God was always there, but I seldom acknowledged Him; instead, I often blamed Him for my pain and felt deep anger directed at Him. During my last year of drinking, I found myself in the hospital emergency room or at doctors' offices over a dozen times, all the while answering questions with, “I have about three drinks a week” or “I have no idea why my stomach hurts or why I shake in the morning.” Despite my denial, God never lost faith in me, and looking back, I can see all the moments He saved me from my self-destructive path. On October 15, 2018, I began a new routine. I woke up every morning thanking God, attended an AA meeting during the day, and went to bed expressing my gratitude again. It was simple yet incredibly challenging. I made many mistakes during those early days of sobriety; I was a mess and faced pain that was more intense than I had ever imagined. However, even in the loneliest nights, curled up on the floor of my closet, in the depths of my anguish, He was there, assuring me with "It will be okay, my child." There are still difficult days when I feel the urge to escape through drinking—not for the taste but for the relief it once provided. Yet, even in those moments, God remains with me. In AA, they say, “Don’t quit until the miracle happens.” My first miracle was on October 15, 2018, and since then, countless miracles have followed. I am now living a life beyond my wildest dreams. In just two months, my son will graduate from college, and I will be there, fully present and praising God for all that He has done in our lives.

At 10years old, my brother and I ran our gokart under a parked truck. I was pinned between the wheel well and the exhaust pipe. I was dead, not breathing, turning blue and purple when my mom started praying. God returned me to my body and we went to the hospital. Wow God! Since then, I have used this experience to help ppl know that God sees us and hears our prayers. Life is precious and so is each person he has made.

Our daughter Ryleigh was released to go home from the hospital. On this day we found out they did not expect her to live and for us to leave the hospital with a living child. God heard our prayers and healed her and allowed us to take our sweet girl home a couple days later we celebrated her first birthday and celebrated that God spared her life and she made it to her first birthday against the doctors report.

I was born with crossed eyes. This was a common family hereditary thing. My parents went before God praying deeply for my eyes to strengthen, to straighten, and to have 20/20 vision! After 10 months of praying and believing for a miracle, I looked straight with clear vision for the first time. The biggest miracle, as my parents prayed for 20/20 vision - I am the only one in my direct family that doesn’t need glasses. I say God gave us a miracle!

Well they found a mass in my abdomen that was 20cm big. I quickly had emergency surgery. To remove it. It was miracle that they found it because it was causing other problems. God was there to guide these doctors and nurses to remove this mass. I praise the lord for this situation.

I had been suffering from severe headaches on a daily bases. There was a revival going on at our church. That evening during the service the speaker had an altar call for anyone that needed healing. I walked up to the altar and began praying and asking God to take away the headaches. I left the altar headache free and was healed in Jesus Name!

I have a congenital disorder CSID. I was born with it. I don't have the enzymes to break down sugars and starch in my food, because of that I have to take medication to help digest my food if i'm not taking it the CSID causes stomach issues. Sometimes I get really nauseous or have bowel issues. On the 31st of january, I started to have stomach pain, mom, let me stay home from school. Both of us thinking it was my CSID But as the day went on my stomach, pain got a lot worse and I couldn't use the bathroom. I ended up being taken to the emergency room where they told us it was just extreme constipation and sent me home. On the way home, I became sick and vomited. Mom gave me the prescribed medicine and I went to bed. She came in to check on me, and I had been vomiting in my sleep. So we rushed to ST. Mary's (the) hospital where they told my mom they thought I had appendicitis. I was put through all kinds of tests, they told us there were signs of inflammation and a possible infection, and I was even prepared for surgery. Mom messaged Pastor Jeff and his family asking for prayers. I started to feel better stopped vomiting and by Saturday afternoon, I was feeling almost a 100%. And (after prayers) the doctors could not find anything wrong with me. They ran all tests again and they came back as if nothing had ever been wrong. I got to go home Saturday night and I was able to attend church on sunday morning. I've had follow ups and the doctors still, don't know what caused my stomach pain or how it miraculously went away, but I know God answered our prayers.

We had two small girls and Chris (my husband) was diagnosed with 3 major blood clots in the back and base of his brain. He couldn’t be left alone, especially with our girls. He couldn’t work I was but I also had to watch all three family members. I mean who’s gonna ask someone to babysit their whole family, adult included. We were attending a small rural church that was having a revival at the time. I just knew we had to be there for that nights service. The main speaker called him up to pray for him and went to support those prayers with my own for support to him. As the prayers were flowing Chris said he felt a warmth pass through him from his head down. Where my hands rested on his shoulders I felt that warmth pass through my hand on his shoulders and it filled me up. For me I felt my bone aching exhaustion just melt away, I felt renewed. For Chris at his next scan (like 3 days later) every clot had (3 major blood clots) vanished without a trace. There was no damage anywhere from the clots, no proof that they ever even existed. We told the drs that the great healer did their job for them.

The Christmas before my Miracle Moment(s)we had lost the house we were buying, to no fault of our own. By the grace of God we were able to find a place to live and keep going. About 6 months later we had to purchase a vehicle and the transmission went out 2 days later. By this point my husband had become SO money focused that all he saw was red, and somebody was going to pay for that transmission. Someway somehow, my husband grabbed his gun which was already loaded. Afraid of how he might "get his money back," I prayed for God to " intervene and calm him" . With my eyes still closed and my head still bowed I heard a gun shot. Scared to know what happened, I came into the living room to find my husband standing there with a gunshot to his thigh. Myself in shock and my oldest daughter not able to hear out of one ear because she standing next to him, we managed to call 911. A few hours later at the hospital the Dr told us he was a lucky man and (the bullet) was only 3cm from the main artery and some of the shrapnel couldn't be removed. My husband and I knew right away he wasn't a lucky man, he was a blessed man, because God had answered my prayer instantly. He intervened and calmed him immediately. Since then my family has had a whole new perspective on things. I needed to be the one working now which lead me to my job at Hi5 and other opportunities to provide for my family. My family is back to church and loving it after 8 long years. I have never seen my youngest son so excited to get out there and meet people. He prefers to stay to himself usually but again God has stepped in and opened some doors for him and my daughter as well. Five Stone and Hi5 have been a real blessing for my family and it's all because of my Miracle Moment.

I got a call no wife wants to receive. “We have your husband here and he is in a coma and he had suffered a major stroke and had fluid around his brain. We need you to come here asap.” I get to the hospital and I see my husband Charles hooked up to everything possible and is being monitored by doctors and nurses. I was told by doctors to call everybody I know, because he wasn’t going to make it through the next 24 hours. My first phone call was to his brother and his wife and we began calling everybody friends, family, and our church Pastor Jeff and our 2.0 family came to be by my side. We had survived the 24 hour period and with every movement I would see, the doctors were telling me not to get excited, those movements are tremors. As the days went on his movements were happening more and more. The doctors were trying to get me to take him off life support and I refused and, and on multiple occasions, they had people come in and talk to me about taking him off and I refused on all counts. We had meeting after meeting and doctors said if Charles lived, he would be a vegetable and I would have to take him all day. As days progressed, he was getting better and the talked turned into him getting a trachea to help with his breathing. St Mary’s Hospital the surgeon didn’t feel comfortable doing the tracheotomy procedure so he was sent to VCU Medical Critical Care Unit it is at this hospital where drastic changes began. Our journey changed from keeping him alive to bringing him back home. Charles started walking, eating foods and getting back to the Charles we have always known, but with all that has happened in this last 6 months he is becoming a better Charles. To this day I believe Jesus Was with me and continues to be with me though this journey on becoming a better version of myself for him. He is constantly reminding me of where we were and we are and continues to keep our faith in him.

I have been praying for years that my husband and I would find a place where we both belonged and could hear God's voice. For the first time in 7 years of marriage, and visting 30 different churchs, my husband says that he hears the Lord directing us to stay at 5 Stone (church). God gave 3 confirmations that 1st. Sunday on top of it all. God answers prayers.

In November of 2021 Chris and I took a hard hit from Covid. After 10 days of progressively getting worse despite many medications, we resorted to an IV infusion. I immediately had a severe allergic reaction to it causing every muscle in my body to spasm. Several days later our condition was continually worsening. The doctor who was treating us came to our house along with Chris’s sister, a traveling ICU Covid nurse, who happened to be home during our illness. The decision was made that we needed immediate attention. Our lungs sounded like breaking glass with every breath we took. We were taken to the hospital via ambulance. I quickly packed just a few items….my Bible, laptop, and chargers. Once evaluated by the doctor, I was quickly taken to ICU because I was septic. Chris remained in the ER for quite some time due to the lack of beds available. I honestly had no idea just how sick we were, but I remained steadfast in prayer and believed for healing for our bodies. I continually filled my mind with healing scriptures and even took the liberty to write the scriptures on the white board in the ICU room. Each day would bring good reports followed by bad reports. The battle in my mind was raging heavily. I called on friends to stand in the gap for me and to believe for our healing. During the night shifts I was blessed with a spirit-filled nurse who would just take my hand and pray with me. What a God send she was! Slowly our bodies began to get better. On day 5, we received the news that we could go home. That morning as I was getting ready to leave, I stood up and passed out. Thankfully, the OT and the nurse were waiting just outside the door. Otherwise, I could have lain on the floor for hours due to the isolation. I had taken off my monitor prior to standing, and no one would have known I had hit the floor until the next scheduled nurse visit. Yet those two had stepped into the room just moments before I collapsed. It was another God intervention. Because I had passed out, I was to stay in the ICU a bit more. Chris was released to go home. I finally followed the next day. It wasn’t until weeks later that family began to really share with us just how sick we were. Death was knocking on our door, but God. He stepped in as Jehovah Rapha, our healer. The “stone” meant to take Chis and I out of here, was rolled away. He still does miracles; He still rolls stones!

On 1/12/20 around midnight I was working as a deputy in Amelia County. I was still relatively new to Law Enforcement (I had been on my own on the road for about 6 months). There was a torrential downpour that night and I was driving a brand new patrol car. There was only me and one other deputy working the county at that time and we received a call of a domestic disturbance with “shots fired”. I was in the opposite side of the county and knew the other deputy would beat me to the call by a significant amount. I tried to get there as fast as I could with respect to the rain, but ultimately I ended hydroplaning at around 85 mph. I hit the guard rail to the right before crossing back over the road towards on coming traffic. I was able to steer back before ending up in the median. I was truly blessed that night. I didn’t not get significantly injured, I did not crash into anyone else, the other deputy had to respond to the other call by himself but he and the family he was seeing were alright. It was truly a miracle all around.

I had been taken down the wrong path in life and lost my faith . I stopped going to church , stopped reading my Bible , stopped listening to worship music , everything to do with God was out of my life for 6 months . Well one night people I thought were my friends planned something really sinister and I found out . It destroyed me to a point where I decided I didn’t wanna live anymore . That I had no purpose . So my friend left the house , and I filled a bathtub up ready to take my own life .. when out of nowhere after not having anything Jesus related on my phone for 6 months .. a certain Christian song started playing on my phone … long enough for my friend to come home and find me crying on the bathroom floor . I will always remember that song , Maybe It’s Okay- We Are Messengers

While pregnant with my last child my husband and I were told that he was have come complications in utero and outside. We never believed that report from the doctors. We prayed and had been prayed over at a womens conference from a woman of God who didn’t know what we were told but The Lord put it in her spirit to pray over us about our child and The Lord heard our prayers. Hunter was a miracle baby for sure because everything that doctors said might happen never did and he was born heathy and happy.

Jesus saved me from a horrific tractor trailer accident. Thank you Lord! During prayer, the Lord continuously warned me to pray for safety around the yellow truck. I prayed for weeks. One morning, I was traveling west bound on a bridge. I saw a tractor trailer entering east bound onto the bridge. I quickly noticed that the tractor trailer was moving very fast around the bend. The trailer began to flip over, I looked out of my drivers side window and saw the box cart flipping onto my car. Instantly I felt angels around me. I blacked out but felt a euphoric, floating feeling. My car was miraculously moved. When it came to a stop, I opened my eyes and looked out of my rear view mirror and saw the tractor trailer flipped over onto the westbound lane. A friend of mine clipped the news paper article regarding this accident and she mailed it to me. The tractor trailer was yellow! I did not notice the color the day of the accident.

After losing a baby and walking through that difficult season God fulfilled his promise that was spoken over us many years earlier and our son was born healthy. We named him jentzen which means Jehovah has favored.

For most people middle school is not fun that’s practically a fact. I had struggled (even before middle school) with making and keeping friends which was not helped by the fact that covid started not to long before I hit middle school. Coming out of online school I struggled with even just talking to people. I felt isolated and ignored by those around me despite the fact that in reality a part of me was also sitting in that isolation. I hated that I felt ignored and forgotten but also just waited for people to realize I was there rather than saying anything. I sat in that isolation for longer than I’d like to admit.Finally in October of (what I think was) 2022 I was admitted into a psychiatric ward. It had been too much and I wasn’t sure what else to do. I was considering at the time giving up entirely on living. I’d never gone farther than wishing I were gone but I consistently wished I didn’t have to be anywhere. I was in for a week and when I got out things felt weird. Eventually things got mostly back to normal. March of that same year a kid that I had barely known since the beginning of that year would invite me to something at his youth group called kidnap gnomes. Finally when the time came for the event to happen I met everyone at brusters. I was very awkward still at this point and had very little to say to introduce myself to anyone there. My mom talked to the youth pastor (on the phone) and I spent the night hanging out with them. At the end of the night I was told I wouldn’t find out who won until the next youth night. I was disappointed but fell for the cliffhanger anyways. That same year in the summer I went to this church truthfully it wasn’t because I was excited or knew what was going on during church that day but because the youth group was going to kings dominion and I thought it was just easier to go to the sermon then get on the youth bus after. Though this  was how my mom and brother happened to become familiar with 5 stone church. The way I am has changed a lot since my first few youth group nights. You can ask anyone this and they would likely tell you that I didn’t talk that much. I’ve made many of my current friends from this church and those who I haven’t met here I’ve brought here. I still have hard moments because, let’s be honest - we all do, but I no longer feel desperate and alone as I did only a few years ago.

At 40 years old, I found myself still grappling with the weight of my struggles—addictions of the past that chained me, the shame that kept me isolated, and the deep depression that obscured my view of myself. For a long time, I was trapped in this cycle, battling feelings of inadequacy and despair. In my search for healing, I discovered the transformative power of faith and the unwavering grace of God. I often wondered if I would ever find a way out. But something pivotal happened. By reaching for God and attending church, I learned that opening up to others and sharing my struggles helped the weight lift, even just a little. By acknowledging my flaws and the pain of my past, I started to take my first steps toward healing. As I continue on this path, I find my faith deepening. The grace of God has become a cornerstone of my journey. In times of deep distress, I turn to prayer and scripture, feeling a connection that reassures me I'm not alone. Each day is a testament reinforced by the understanding that my worth is not defined by my past mistakes but by how God created me. By choosing to move forward and striving to live a God-driven life, I continue to heal and overcome. As I share this, I hope it resonates with those who may be navigating similar struggles. Remember, you are not defined by your past, and there is a path toward healing. Embracing faith, practicing gratitude, and being led by the holy spirit can and will change your life.

Daddy had us come to the family room to talk and he let us know we needed to pray. Mommy had hust given my baby brother all the milk left in the house and gave me and my older brother the last of the crackers and butter. The house was empty of food. We all knelt and prayed and i remember praying as hard as a 7 year ild can and i remember mommy and daddy crying to God for answers. 15 minutes after our prayer there was a knock on the door and a couple that was just recently engaged stood there with so many bags of groceries even extra milk for the baby. There was no phone call or asking God sent a message. I saw my daddy fall on his knees and cry and thank God. That was truly God! There was many more answered prayers over the-years of mom and dads pastoring and it taught us to trust and believe no matter what.

My mom and I had been at a family funeral down south and were driving back. She drove most the way because I was only 18 and she didn’t trust my driving all that much, rightfully so at times. We were less than 50 miles from home when she said “I just can’t do it , can you finish driving?” I was excited to be trusted to drive any so we stopped and traded places. She tried her best to stay awake with me and keep me awake as I had done with her. She didn’t make it even 10 miles. I was tired but fine, or so I thought. We came almost to the last small town before getting to our hometown. See this road was a fla road that ran through fields, except for one spot where it ran through a hilly swampy area. One side dropped like 50 feet down to the swamp the other side as well but there were trees about half way down on that side. That rail that ran to keep people from going down into it didn’t start until halfway through the drop off. It was extremely helpful. That was the spot where I fell asleep. I cannot say how long I was out even but what brought me back to the land of the living was a hand sliding into the back of my hair and grabbing the back of my head gently with a very loud “wake up!!” In my ear. I woke up and we were on the wrong side of the road heading towards a semi that was honking and flashing his lights like mad and the side of the road with no trees. Just that straight drop. I screamed and mom screamed and I pulled off the road and sat for a minute to realize what just happened. Had it not been for that hand and voice my mom and I would not be here. Either that semi or the drop would have taken us out without a doubt. It wasn’t our time and we were lucky enough to receive a miracle I think it was my, or moms, guardian angel. He had plans for us to do and he still does.

Joy, one of my twins, developed a blood disease that is significant to multiple births and was little known, she became very very sick very quickly and the docs gave us sad news of little hope of healing. I remember my mom walking into the hospital room crawling under the oxygen tent with her picking her up and praying. It wasn't loud or long just a simple prayer of healing the way God wanted. She laid my baby down and looked at me and told me trust even if i wasn't right with God right now. 20 minutes later (my child) was setting up playing and asking for food. God healed because of a prayer warrior asking with unconditional faith and believing. There has been so many over the years i could go on forever! These miracles along with prayers from the hard prayer warriors brought this girl back to calvary! God has been so good to our family.

God spared me from dying from a stroke. I’m grateful each day that I wake up and I thank God every day.

After having my second son at 34 weeks on 01/08/25, I became very sick and ended up in ICU while he was still in the NICU. On 1/23 my body went septic and after more tests and imaging they found a perforated stomach ulcer that needed to be removed immediately per the doctors. I had a previous major stomach surgery in 2023 and due to this it affected how the doctors could treat me. They began prepping me for surgery as they said I only had a few hours left in my current condition. My husband was told there was only a 50% chance I would make it off the (operating) table and home to him, my two year old, and my newborn. By God’s grace I made it safely through surgery and have been blessed with tons of support as I recover from this experience and allow my body time to heal. During my hospitalization, God kept his hand on my newborn, Ashton, and allowed him to overcome his challenges holding him back in the NICU and beat me home. We are now back as a family healing together under God’s terms.

In 2015 God called me to be an evangelist.and I was tired of running from what he called me to do so I ran with it, and the world came crashing in . I was working 14 hours a day on a good paying job so I went and got a house on rent to own agreement. Then it gets worse. I lost all focus on what God wanted, I became money driven. I was angry all the time. My anger got so bad, I found out Dec 10, 2024 that I was being given 30 days to move and there was nothing I could do about it. At that moment I went to a dark place in my life . I had to take a place that I could get quick, so back to the trailer court I went. I bought a car because my truck was broke and I couldn’t fix it . Had it two days and the transmission broke. July 15, 2024, God had to bring me to my knees. I lost my temper and grabbed my gun and was planning to go get my money back for the car,  but before I left my house, I shot myself in the right thigh . My daughter was standing right next to me. My wife was praying to God for Him to stop me . Not realizing that He answered her prayer when the shot was fired. The 9mm self-defense round went in the top part of my thigh and out the side and hit my left leg . The doctor said it missed my main artery by 3cm. Had it hit, I would have lost my life . I prayed on the ride to the hospital, "God spare me." I asked god to make me better don’t leave me and it hit home . He didn’t leave me . I thank god for sparing my life and I have learned to keep my sights on him and he will help me in my struggles. All things are possible when we walk with God .

I wasn’t sure if I should share this, as most miracle moments usually have a happy ending, but this is the miracle reason on how we gained a deeper relationship with God. Many years ago, we would have never thought we would have a relationship with God in the center. January 10th is the day Adam and I found out we were expecting our first child. We were over the moon excited and gave all of our thanks to God. Not too many days later, we experienced a miscarriage very early in our pregnancy. This may not seem like a “miracle moment” to some people due to the outcome, but our first pregnancy will always be our little miracle... no matter the outcome we’ve had so far. We refuse to call this the ending of the story/chapter because we know God is still listening and working on this situation for us. His timing is better than our timing. When we felt like the world was falling apart, we prayed for Him to guide us through the storm. Which has givin us a sense of ease through it.

My grandfather was on his way to my high school graduation while riding his motorcycle. A car pulled out in front of him and he had a split second to make the decision to lay the bike down. He was then transported to MCV for a possible broken neck and a concussion. When he got to the ER they did a scan and showed his  neck was broken. Before starting the surgery the doctor wanted another picture of his neck to see the extent of the injury. The scan came back as no broken neck

Roger (my husband) literally died on the catheter table. (after) 6 hours on life support and the doc called me in to disconnect him but something kept saying “hold on not yet”. When the minister got there he and my mom went to pray and right after the prayer Roger opened his eyes and pulled at the breathing tube. The doctor, who was buddist said, “your God is amazing.” All Roger ever said was he saw a light and it told him “you are not done yet I have things for you to do” He came back and was healed and served with an honest to goodness servants heart the rest of his life. Even in his prayers as it was ending he served to tell others to love. As you said at his funeral Roger truly found the gift!

Sept 23rd i woke up with a headache it went away and came back more intense than ever. I called an ambulance where I was taken to the hospital while going I slipped into a coma. I had a stroke and was dead and didn't even know it. With God's love and mercy he woke me up and Healed me. I was able to leave the hospital November 26th with the help and love of God. Throughout my country he is still with me healing me giving me the gift of life and Restoring my relationship with him.

Had a large growth in my leg. Laid hands on myself and prayed that it (a tumor) would be totally gone by the next morning. When I woke up and reached for the spot in my leg, I broke into praise in my bed, because it was completely and supernaturally gone!!!

During a challenging period of anxiety, comparison, and a loss of my sense of self, I experienced a profound moment of clarity and support from God. This moment marked a turning point in my life, as I felt a divine presence guiding me through my struggles and insecurities. Through prayer, reflection, and the support of the people around me, I began to uncover a sense of joy and purpose that had been overshadowed by my challenges and fears. This journey not only helped me heal internally but also deepened my faith, allowing me to embrace life with renewed hope and a clearer understanding of my path forward. God restored my joy!

Bristol (My daughter) and I walked away without a scratch from an accident that EMT said would likely have been a fatality if I hadn’t swerved at just the right second.

God guided me through a life-storm. Without Him, I would have been lost. But instead, I’m so thankful to be found!

My family and I have been through a lot in the past almost two years. Colton has been sick a lot, and we’ve had to replace a lot of stuff. It was tough, and our marriage was hitting rock bottom. But things have changed since we started going back to church in the summer of 2024. Our kids are healthy now overall, and our marriage is getting better. We’re even volunteering through security and photography, and our kids are learning and growing so much. It’s been a real blessing!