WHAT HAS GOD BROUGHT YOU THROUGH?
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Using pastor Matt's messages and changing my I am statements, I've seen huge breakthroughs in how the Lord is working in my life and in areas I use to be stressed out about. Giving it up to God has given me so much peace. I recently had breakthrough in the area of finances! My housing situation has stabilized and the Lord and has blessed me greatly.
I was 13 when I first started using hard drugs. This choice brought me to the darkest alleys of east Hastings. For 5 years I roamed around the streets lost and confused pleading for god to end my suffering. Believing that god had given up on me and I was alone. I struggled everyday exchanging my morals and values chasing a high I would never reach. 2016 I believed my prayers were answered as I attempted to end my life but god had other plans. I was brought to Westminster house where I discovered a life worth living. I got clean with the support of a whole community and there my journey began with god. As years passed I learnt that god was never done with me and he had been there with me all along. 2020 I found college street church. This is where I dove deep into my faith and gods gifts came pouring in. I began walking in faith and not by sight. Today, god has shown me that I can get through all life throws at me and that I am a child of god. I share my story and I am proud of who I am because of him. I struggle, but it is not the same as it use to be. God has given me a second chance and i will not quiet down. I bring hope to those who are suffering from addiction Spreading gods love everywhere I go.
The last few days I have been suffering from a really bad flu. I’ve had a high fever, so the point where if I stood for longer than a few minutes I would loose my site. Along with intense body aches. Sundays are my favourite days so when I woke up with the same painful aches I started to tear up knowing that I was too sick to attend church in person. Thankfully I was able to watch online. During worship, the song miracle story was on and Pastor Steph said ask for the miracle. My eyes began to well up as I raised my hand and said Please Jesus heal my body from this sickness. Immediately after I heard the Lord say If you want to be healed stand up! As I rose to my feet to worship I began to feel all the aches and pains that had been once crippling me fall to the floor. I don’t think I have ever sang louder in worship in my living room. Thank you Jesus!
Kris and I tried for years to add to our family. We saw doctor after doctor, and were told we had something called “unexplained infertility” - three years later we had given up hope, and just started praying. Two months later we found out we were expecting our baby girl. At our 20 week scan we were told something had “gone wrong” during early development and she was missing her left hand entirely. We prayed and prayed and leaned on the church for support - four months later, we had yet another scan done to check on her and watched as the doctor was SHOCKED. Our baby girl now has a hand, four fingers and a thumb that have somehow managed to grow. Our doctors have asked us to “investigate” since they’ve never seen this before and we just smile and say our god worked his miracle on her.
-Jessica Lynne Rogers
A few year's back I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I had to take medications, recieve mutliple MRI's and had a lot of bloodwork done just to see if it was going to grow or shrink. Through the years of living with it from the passing out to the migrains that I had to deal with, it was a struggle! With in a year of coming to this church and all the prayer I received from my friends and family back home. I felt I was getting better. I got a call from my doctor in May 2022 that the tumor was GONE! As if it was never there!! I now no longer pass out as much and my migrains are minor and less frequent. GOD IS SO GOOD!
11 months ago I was in a terrifying car accident to where I flipped my car a few times, landed on my wheels and ended up breaking my T 11 in my back. I was able to walk, but I went from a walker, to a cain to walking on my own again. I lost everything that day my mobility, my independence, my car, financial security, had to move out of my house and most importantly to me was the way I love to worship the Lord which is dancing. It was about two months after the accident and I was at church with my cane. As worship was going I decided that this was enough it was time for me to dance again. I went up to Pastors Matt and Char and asked if they would pray for me I was ready to dance again. They prayed for me and Pastor Matt said lets dance so we started to dance and I started to dance without the cain. Pastor Matt was so excited and said to me as he was holding up the cain "you don't need this any more." I haven't used it since!! And since then God did so many big miracles that today I have a car which was given to me from the church, a wonderful place to live, I am not in constant pain any more, I am dancing once again and am able to jump up and down without any pain. God redeemed everything that was stolen!!
Almost 2 years ago, while I was at work, I came across two gentleman from the church. They walked in as we were closing and I got to serve them, we then started talking about church, tattoos and Jesus. That day was the beginning of getting out of an abusive relationship I had been in for years. For years I would defend him, I hid my identity and who I was because I was scared. I defended him and totally neglected myself, not only as a person but as a daughter of the most high. It wasn't until walking into the doors of College Street where I felt truly listened to, safe and apart of a family. I believe that God brought me to Chilliwack, and that church at the perfect time. God really gave me a family at College Street. I walked into new beginnings. I recommitted my life to Jesus and walked into my healing. I walked into my miracle story and out of life with my abuser. Through that time my joy came back. I felt chains breaking constantly. My depression, PTSD, anxiety and even chronic fatigue and pain were healed. Broken relationships in my family were healed. Through the relationship series I was able to fall in love with Jesus again, and just with life. In all honesty, I had a moment where I really believed that I was meant to be single, but little did I know, God was preparing my heart, and the way to reconnect with one of my best friends. We were both given prophetic words that are soulmates were just around the corner. After days of praying, fasting and really trusting the Lord, we walked into a beautiful journey together. And it's just the beginning. Never did I ever think I would be able to find my forever, move out of the comfort of my hometown and live the life I am living. All glory and thanks to Jesus. This is just a short testimony of someone who really needed to let go of her own ways of thinking, her own ways of living, and just walk into the truth that God says, the life that God has planned, with faith, trust and submission. His ways are so much more beautiful, and perfect than us as humans could ever even fathom. When you let go and let God, miracles will happen. You just need to let go of your own ways and trust that his plans for your life are good, and for you to prosper.
My mom and her boyfriend have been looking to buy a home in Calgary. They kept looking and every time they thought they were going to get it a price war started or another barrier appeared. So they prayed and ask God that when it's the right home to remove the barriers. They walked into one and my mom knew this was it. They got told the hot water tank needed replacing as well as the furnace. They liked it so much they offered a lower price to make up for the replacement of the tank and the furnace. They came back and said no but offered a price back to them for 25,000 dollars lower than asking price BUT they said finances has to be done in 4 days. The realtor told them this was impossible and more than likely not going to happen! They proceeded to contact the bank and then found out all the paper work to do with finances they had been working on in case they found a home had been shredded! Feeling defeated they proceeded to leave the bank but God had other plans! They ran into another lady they knew at the bank and she should nope we are going to make this work! Then they had the inspection done and found out nothing was wrong with the tank or furnace and the house scored a 9.8 out of 10 on the inspection! So in a matter of 2 days they got finances and found out didn't have to replace anything AND got the house for 25,000 LOWER than the asking price! God removed every single barrier! They move in July 1! God is good!!
I just wanted to remind everyone miracles don't have to be big. They happen every day in all of our lives. Missing car keys are a classic example. I have torn apart my house looking for my keys many times. Then I pray "Jesus help me find my keys". And all of a sudden their they are siting on the coffee table. Just remember to thank God for his grace and love he has for us all and look for the little miracles everyday. It's just a reminder to be thankful and that he walks with us all everyday.
I was brought up in an religous abusive home. I was spiritually and emotionally and physically and sexually abused growing up from a wee baby until I was 15 and when I reached adulhood I was quite screwed up, but I became a christian when I was 5. God spoke to me for the first time and said I would need him later in life. Thank God I have my sanity. I struggled with mental health and addictions, but I'm free. I'm 48, had my daughter at 26 and my son at 30. They are grown now and I'm pregnant with a new baby. I have a good man in my life that God brought to me again and I need prayer for my family and kids and my partner and baby. I'm scared. I need a house to live in and a job and career again. I need college for nursing and prayer- lots of prayer.
I had spent a year off work to complete my studies, in this time we were down to one income and it surley wasnt enough to handle our expenses, we had run to the limit of every credit card we had. We were in dire straights, however God never fails. He sent someone to our door that brought us $400.00, I thought wow we can actually buy groceries, I was so greatful and very excited to spend the money on food. As I was walking up the stairs I heard are you going to tithe your 10%, I thought how do I possibly do this when we are so short, but when i thought about for a minute, I knew God would be and always was faithful to his word. so I tithed my $40.00. I went and had shower and then went grocery shopping. as I was unloading the groceries I received an email or phone call That I had been awarded a contract in the amount of $417,000.00, I had to shake my head once again God never fails His Word says in Luke 6:38 Give and it will be given to you.,a good measure pressed down, shaken together and running over, will poured into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured to you. As believers we truly cannot afford to not tithe. Why would we ever want to limit God's ability to bless us?
This is the story of Mayah and how God not only blessed me with a beautiful daughter but another family as well. Not everyone knows I have a fourth child. I was 27, just recently out of a toxic relationship and was struggling to find my purpose in life and I was undiagnosed bipolar. I was not attending church at the time. My Mennonite history had taught me about God but not how to have a relationship with Jesus. I was a single mom dealing with a child who had challenges. I started attending classes at UFV and soon met a friend that I was able to connect with. We started dating a few months in. I was happy to be with someone who seemed safe to be with. I had been in a couple abusive relationships. Being taken care of and having someone help me was just what I needed at the time. Soon after I ended up getting pregnant. After I found out for sure that I was pregnant I told Brian. He seemed happy at first. But then he stopped answering my calls and avoided me. He finally broke up with me a month after finding out we were having a baby. So here I was again, a single mother and pregnant. Mason was a challenge, and I just did not know what to do. Suddenly, I heard a small voice saying “phone Jana” in my mind, over and over. I had met Jana and Bob at Eden Mennonite when I was 17, they were a good strong Christian couple. They had started a bible study and soon we had become good friends. But when I got sucked into the drug seen and ended battered and abused, I moved away from the church and everyone in it. I did not feel like God was doing anything in my life anyway. When I heard the voice in my head to phone Jana, I was not sure what to make of it. I had not talked to Jana and Bob in years and did not know how to even go about getting a hold of them or what to even say. God had an answer for that too. He told me to phone Berts Trucking, whom was Bobs dad and boss at the time. So, I left a message just asking to have Jana or bob phone me. I was headed up to 100mile for Easter at my aunt's lake house. There is no service up there but all in Gods timing Jana phoned me just as we were stopping at save on foods on our way to the lake. Jana asked me how I was, and God granted me the wisdom and strength to say what was on my heart. I did not know how to sugar coat it, so I just opened up and asked “do you want to have a baby” she was of course shocked. So, I explained the situation and that God told me to call her. She said she had to talk it over with Bob and pray about it before giving me an answer. As we talked, she explained that they had adopted their son when he was a baby and that they were thinking of adopting again and had just decided not to right before I had called them. It was the longest weekend of my life, waiting for their call. I just had a total sense of peace that everything was going to work out. When we finally talked again, they were very hesitant and kept asking me if I was sure. I had not been more sure about anything in my life at that moment. God said “you are carrying this child for them to bless them with what they had always desired.” When they accepted what I was offering we were all overjoyed with what God was doing. It was a complicated pregnancy and Bob and Jana live in Pemberton, so it was a long way for them to come down. Jana came down for every ultrasound and doctor's appointment. The day of the ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby Jana had told me that Jordan was praying for a baby sister. When we got the results and found out she was a girl we cried in joy for Gods good plans. Jana started taking estrogen in the hopes of being able to breast feed when Mayah was born. When the time came to have her, the hospital blessed us by providing a room for bob and Jana to stay in. Mayah was 3 weeks early but was born healthy. Bob got to cut the cord, and Jana successfully was able to breast feed. We were all in hospital for 2 days. Jana and Bob brought her home from the hospital. Mayah was named by her brother Jordan. Her name means Close to God in Hebrew. It was a miracle that I was able to provide the experience and ability to raise a child from birth. God made this all possible even though I did not believe it at the time. I gained a whole new family. I am tummy mommy to Mayah, and I usually see them once a month. She will be 9 in October Through it all I learnt that if God was not walking beside me, he was carrying me through it. Laying plans that blessed many people even in my misbelief. I can look back now and see all the work he did and praise him every day for the things he makes happen even if I do not see it during it. As I grow in my faith I see more and more the works of our father in my life.
I want to share a very real Christmas miracle story that happened to me on Christmas of 2005. I’m hoping that you can share this to show peoplw to never give up on God. I have to begin my story in the spring of 2005 when I was diagnosed with a severe mitral valve regurgitation. I was told by the head thoracic surgeon at the Univ. of PA that I could die any day. My heart was that bad! My life at the time was very difficult. No different than anyone else struggling to make ends meet with four children. My wife and I lost our van due to extreme financial difficulties, and we were left with no option than to purchase a much smaller car. I am mentioning the car because it plays a role in this story. That Christmas of 2005 was going to be very difficult for the family. I had four little boys, and we took in a girl with an infant child who had no place to live. Money was extremely tight, sales were down at work, and we didn’t have much to give the boys that year for Christmas. Well, it was a couple days before Christmas, and we still hadn’t gotten the boys to get their pictures taken with Santa at the Quakerbridge Mall. I called earlier that week, and was told that Santa will be done at 9 pm that coming Sunday, and Christmas was on that coming Tuesday. So, on that Sunday, I came home from work after working all day, and it was a really bad day at work as sales were down. That night we were supposed to take the boys to see Santa. When I got home the boys weren’t dressed, and no one had eaten dinner yet. My wife always worked long hours at work, and she hardly ever slept. Sleeping 4 hours a night would have been a lot for her. She was always completely exhausted. So after I saw that nothing was done, I just was so angry, and so stressed that nothing was done yet, and we had only a few hours to get to the mall before Santa left. You see, we had only one small car, and I had 8 people to get to the mall. That meant multiple trips to get everyone there. I was fighting the clock, everyone was hungry and no one was dressed. Inside I was frustrated, angry, tired, and this heart problem was really taking a tremendous toll on me because I still hadn’t gotten my surgery yet. I can’t tell you how many times when I was alone how I use to just cry knowing death was right at my door. So… as we were sitting there eating, I am watching the clock as the night was ticking by. My oldest son Alfons, who was six years old at the time was diagnosed with autism, and he was just the cutest thing. As we were sitting there eating, he asked me in the kindest and innocent of ways, “when are we were going to go see Santa?” After feeling so frustrated with the whole situation I did the one thing I should have never done. I exploded and told him “we are not going to go see Santa because no one is ready!” After hearing myself say that, I got up, went to the bathroom and I just broke down. I was crying uncontrollably, as I begged God to please help me. I felt my whole life coming apart at the seams, and I had no one else to go to. Emotionally I felt like I was in a very dark place in my life, and I didn’t know how to get out. After getting myself together which took about 10 minutes, I came out of the bathroom, and told my wife to get the kids ready because we are going to the mall to get their pictures taken. I knew getting everyone there in two trips was going to take a long time, and we were fighting the clock. After the kids were all dressed, I knew I had to take my wife, and a couple of the kids, then come back and pick up our friend, her baby and 2 more kids. It just felt like this was going to take forever, and I just wasn’t up for it on this night. So as I am putting Aaron, my youngest in his car seat in the car I broke down yet again, and this time I said “God, please help me, please help me!” I can’t emphasize enough how this night just made me feel that I was in such dark place and so alone. As I was strapping Aaron in, I heard a running engine stop behind me in the street. I turned around, and there was a big, bright red pickup truck with a man dressed as Santa, and his wife dressed as Mrs. Claus. He stopped in the middle of the street, as my back was to him. I didn’t know what to make of it. He started waving to me, and asked me how I was. Fighting back the tears, I said to him, “I am having such a bad day.” I explained to him how we were taking the kids to see Santa at the mall. I asked him if he could help me, and come inside the house to take a few pictures with the kids. I also mentioned how it was going to take multiple trips to get everyone there. He looked at me, smiled, and said “yes.” So as I am taking the pictures of the kids, I hear my wife and his wife talking as they are standing behind me. His wife said, “we were at the top of your street”, now keep in mind it’s pitch black out, they were at the top of West McGalliard and Maddock Ave, and my house is at the very end of the block which is like ten houses away. So…as she is talking to my wife she says that her husband stopped the car at the top of the street, and told her “I have to go say hello to a man down there!” When I heard that, something happened inside to me. I knew then and there that God really did hear me. He really heard me!! As little as my problem was in the grand scheme of things, he knew to me it felt like the end of the world. I can’t say it enough how dark everything felt that day, but God really heard me. I wanted to share this story with you hoping that people never forget that there is a God that really does see, and hear everything going on in our lives. And never stop hoping, never give up, and always keep faith in God because he does care! He does listen to everyone! Attached to this story are pictures of the boys still dressed in their coats, but most important to know that on that Sunday night two days before Christmas of 2005, God heard me, and came to my house. I hope my story is a testament to many that God does listen, and he really does care.