Category: Testimonies

A Baby, a Miracle, and a Loving God

The story I am about to share is one that happened a couple of years ago. The foreknowledge of the Creator of the heavens and the earth never ceases to amaze me. As I recall this wonderful testimony, my mind is drawn to Isaiah 65:24, “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” God knows what we need before we do. Many times, He has already arranged everything before we’ve even whispered a prayer for help.

At the time, I was still employed as a logger. The work we had lined up for the summer was alongside a beautiful lake. It was very remote, and several hours away from the town where we call home. After packing up all our belongings, we began the journey of moving our little 10×30 logging camp to a spot near the worksite. We had a gorgeous view and a small creek trickling past our campsite. Although it was beautiful, my wife will tell you the mosquitoes were not.

As we progressed into the summer, it became hot and dry. It had been several weeks without any substantial rain, and the fire hazard was verging on extreme. We were already on night shift, and it looked like we might get shut down completely. 

Then one day, a dry thunderstorm blew in and started a fire near our campsite. It now became a mad rush to pack up camp and move to a safer location. We worked well into the night and ended up finding a nice spot by the lake. Exhausted, we finally collapsed into bed around 1 am.

The next morning the smoke was thick, and you could hardly see the lake. It was evident that a few fires were now burning in the area, but the fire crews had already started their work to keep the blaze under control. Although there were fires in the area, they were small, and we were able to continue our work. 

The attempt to keep working did not last long, however. Another dry lightning storm rolled in and started a fire on the ridge right above the cut block. My boss decided it was best to move the equipment out, and it was good we did. The next day, the fire wiped out the whole valley. Due to increased winds, the blaze spread from 100 hectares to 11,000 overnight. Sadly, another contractor in the area lost all his equipment to the fire.

The spot we had moved our camp to was in the main valley, which was still free from fires. We were safe for now, but what were we going to do? How long would it be before we could resume work? We didn’t know, so we spent the next few weeks out by the lake waiting to find out where we would go next.

It ended up being a slow summer due to the fires. To top it off, we had a wet fall, which led to more time off work. We were expecting our first child at the time, and circumstances were leading to financial stress. We were unsure how we were going to make things work, but we put our trust in God. Oh, how wonderful it is to have such a solid rock and foundation to lean on during uncertain times!

To our surprise, a month before our due date, my wife went into labor. We were surprised as there were no warning signs. Out of nowhere, my wife’s water broke, and by the time we were rushing off to the hospital, she was at 2-minute contractions. 

To understand the full scope of the picture, I must add that we were 2 hours away from our midwife. The hospital in our town does not deliver babies, so we were stuck doing the 2-hour drive. To top it off, the first 30 minutes was down a bumpy dirt road. Not fun for my poor wife!

Because our newborn girl was pre-term, we ended up having to stay in a hotel for a week. The previous lack of work had drained us financially to the point that we did not know how we were going to cover the additional expense. To our surprise and wonderment, our church family pulled together and covered the cost of our stay. The Lord had provided for our needs. Just wait, it gets better! 

Things finally began to settle down, and we were able to establish some normalcy with a brand new baby. Thanks to the support of our church family, we were slowing starting to get back on our feet. It was at this point that a lady in our church approached us after the sermon indicating that she wished to speak with us privately. What could it be?

She began to tell us about a certain savings envelope which she uses for emergencies. She’s been using it for roughly the last ten years if someone is in trouble. She proceeded to tell us that several days before, she had been listening to a sermon that strongly moved her. The speaker told a story about how the Lord sometimes impresses us to help someone randomly. A strong impression then came that she should give the money in her envelope to us. She asked, 50% Lord? The impression came even stronger, no, all of it!

When she gave us the envelope, there was $1120! Shocked, we didn’t know what to say. She proceeded to explain that she had never seen that much money in the envelope before! She continued to tell us that God impressed her that we were only to spend it on the baby, nothing else. But how could we possibly spend so much money on a baby who already had everything she needed? Later that day, we chuckled at how many diapers a person could get for a thousand dollars. We were hesitant even to take such a generous gift. But who were we to question God’s will as expressed to this dear sister? Humbled and slightly uncomfortable, we accepted the cash and drove home in quiet bewilderment.

A couple of days later, we discovered that our daughter had a severe lip and tongue tie. This is a genetic condition affecting tongue and lip mobility. It was causing my wife tremendous pain during nursing due to a poor latch. If left untreated, ties can cause oral issues later in life, such as speech impediments, trouble eating, and even gum decay. The most effective surgery to correct the tie in our case was a laser revision. This surgery is performed by a pediatric dentist and is very expensive. On top of it all, the nearest clinic that could perform the laser revision was 4 hours away.

I bet you can all guess where I am going with this. The money in the envelope was just enough to pay for the procedure and expenses with only ten dollars to spare! God provided no more than we needed, and no less.

God will certainly take care of all our needs. He cares about the little details in our lives, and even answers prayers we have not yet uttered. I hope that this testimony will bring a blessing to all who read it. This experience has increased my faith, and I hope it will do the same for you.

A Testimony of Cory and Rachel Lamming

Saved By an Angel

As I look back on my life, I am reminded of many times that God has protected and cared for me. One story stands out in my mind, which I will never forget.

Approximately 30 years ago, my husband and I owned an auto body shop in Edmonton, AB. I worked with him and gave him a hand wherever needed. On this particular day, we needed to move a truck into the paint booth. Unfortunately, the battery was dead. We decided to boost it with another battery, which we then balanced on the edge of the truck. Being so short, it was right in front of my face. 

My job was to unhook the booster cables once he started the vehicle. The truck started right up, and I was going to unhook the wires when suddenly I was picked up and moved back about 10 feet against the wall. It had happened so fast. I was stunned and puzzled as to how I got there. I looked at the place where I had been standing just a split second before to see the battery had fallen. There was acid flowing into the paint booth, and it was then that I realized what had happened. My guardian angel had just saved me! The most miraculous thing about it was that I had not been thrown against the wall but gently placed there. At a later date, I found out that I was pregnant with my firstborn. Not only could I have been badly hurt, but also my unborn child.

My husband, along with one of his employees came running over to see what had happened and if I was hurt. I asked them if they saw my guardian angel pick me up and move me out of the way. All I could do is keep saying, my guardian angel saved me! The employee who had come running over with my husband happened to be one of his friends and asked me if he had an angel protecting him too. I told him that he does and that God assigns angels to watch over us.

I am so thankful for God’s protection and tender watch care over us. I don’t think that any of us can even imagine how many times we have been saved from harm and danger in our lifetime. God is so good and merciful to us! Remember that there is a God that cares for you and has stationed angels to guard and keep you.

Written By Denise Lamming

Disowned by Man, Adopted by Christ

When I look back on my life, I am reminded of how marvellously God has led me. I grew up in a Roman Catholic home and loved going to church with my grandparents. But something was missing.

 When I was about twelve years of age, my Mom and Dad started studying the Bible with some Seventh-Day-Adventist Friends. I would listen in on their conversations sometimes, and they were talking about the Ten Commandments and the Sabbath. It was very interesting, but little did I realize how drastically our lives were about to change.

 We discovered that the Ten Commandments in the Catholic Bible differed from the Ten Commandments found in the book of Exodus chapter twenty. The Second Commandment had been omitted. This is, of course, the Commandment that refers to the act of worshipping images, which is an abomination to God. The Fourth Commandment was shortened from four verses to “Remember the Sabbath Day.” And the Tenth Commandment was split into two.

 My Dad sought out his cousin, who was a priest, about these matters. He asked him about the Sabbath. He questioned why we worshipped on Sunday instead of the Seventh Day, according to the Bible. “Oh, we changed it,” was his response. Dad proceeded to ask how “man” can change God’s law, which was written in stone with His finger. From that time forward, we decided to keep God’s Commandments.

 As Catholics, we rarely read the Bible. When I began Bible studies, I found it to be filled with beautiful promises and gripping stories. The Holy Spirit was convicting and converting me. It was at an evangelistic series when I gave my heart to the Lord. I never knew I could have a personal relationship with God. Jesus loved me so much that He gave His life to save me! I could go directly to Him for forgiveness. I could talk to Him anytime, anywhere, and about anything. It was so wonderful!

 My Dad informed his employer that he could no longer work from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. And though he promised to work any other day, he was told that if this was his final decision, then he shouldn’t bother coming back ever again. 

 Holding to his convictions, he stayed home from work the following Friday night and was promptly fired. Word of our conversion swept through the community like wildfire. All the parents told their children to stay away from us because we had joined a “cult.” I didn’t even know what that word meant. Everyone treated us as if we had the plague. Scornful and disgusted looks were hurled at us like flaming arrows. It was dreadful. All we wanted to do was keep God’s Commandments. In hindsight, I believe these dear people thought that they were, in good conscience, doing the right thing. But at that age, I could scarcely understand it.

 When my grandparents heard about my parent’s decision, they were very upset. As a child, I stayed with them often, and we were very close. They tried talking me out of becoming an Adventist. They even attempted to persuade me to pray to the image of the Virgin Mary for help. I believe they did this with the deepest sincerity. However, I could not yield; for I was convicted that I could pray to no one but God. They were very distressed over this, and their travail caused me much suffering and guilt; after all, they had been so loving and kind to us all my life. With tears, they told me that they would be forced to disown us if we left the Catholic church. A fierce struggle ensued within me, for I could never imagine my life without them. However, I knew in my heart that Jesus must be placed first and best in my life. I soaked my pillow with tears that night, but deep down, I knew that I had a Friend who could dry my eyes and heal the heart that broke within me.

 Dad was disowned by his whole family, but that wasn’t all. We were no longer welcome in our community and were soon in the process of being thrown out of our house. Dad gathered us all together and knelt to ask for God’s guidance to endure this fiery trial. Somehow, through the midst of it all, I had been given a peace that I could not explain; and I am very grateful that my parents didn’t buckle under the pressure.

 Dad miraculously found a job at a Seventh-Day Adventist mill in Williams Lake, B.C. He was only working there a short time before we were evicted from our house and at the time we had very little money.

 Dad was finishing his shift before coming to move us to Williams Lake when something terrible happened. A board came flying out of one of the machines and hit him square in the chest! He was in tremendous pain, and his co-workers pleaded with him to go to the hospital, but he refused. He had to get us moved out of that house immediately!

 We were just children and all still very young at the time. We were unable to help move any large furniture and Dad was in no shape to do any heavy lifting due to his injury. He earnestly sought the Lord again in prayer and left the matter in His hands. Early the next morning, a knock came at the door. It was my aunt’s boyfriend who was looking for her. He was unaware of our situation, and having no prejudice against us, was happy to help! We were all convinced that God had sent him to us in answer to my father’s prayer! Not long afterward, an x-ray showed that Dad had broken his sternum and that he was lucky to be alive.

 But our problems were not over. We had been forced out of our home in such haste, that our parents had no time to secure a house for us in Williams Lake. We arrived with our U-Haul full of belongings and parked behind a gas station trying to figure out what to do next. My Dad figured we could live in a cheap motel long enough to find a house. This would not be easy, as there were six of us. Again he prayed to the Creator for guidance. No sooner had he said, “Amen,” a man appeared in the alleyway. He recognized Dad from work. He asked the man if he knew of any cheap motels in the area. The man eagerly spoke up and offered us his basement for the time being. When we arrived at his home, his wife was very kind and welcomed us with open arms. We took our meals upstairs and worshipped together with them. Never had I met such kind and loving Christians all my life. It was amazing to see how God took such tender care of us.

 We enrolled in an SDA school and soon made many friends. Time passed, and we were able to rent a townhouse. I finally felt like I belonged. It wasn’t easy being completely uprooted from everything we knew and being torn from those whom we loved. Even in light of all this heartache, I would never change a thing. I learned that no matter how hopeless and dark the road ahead might be, God never fails us. His promises are sure. Nothing is impossible for Him.

 This was just the beginning of my journey with God, and there were many more answers to prayer. But I cannot conclude my testimony without sharing some very heartwarming facts. Though one of my aunts never forgave my Dad, my grandparents came back into our lives. We became closer than ever. One of my aunts and her family were baptized as well as one of my uncles and his family!

 Dear friend, if you are facing problems that seem impossible, don’t give up. The same God who helped me is waiting to help you. Just give your life to Him today. I promise you will never be sorry.

Written By Denise Lamming