JESUS CHRIST CAN HEAL MIRACULOUSLY ANYTHING

THE MIRACULUS GOD HEALS AGAIN
Clean Healing Waters Flow

I felt this hot pierce in the top of my head from the back. Then everything went black.”
Matthew and Nancy worked hard and played even harder. They pursued life with gusto -- except when it came to God. “God existed but that’s it,” Matthew recalls. But everything changed on one March night in 1992. Matthew and two sales associates were in Atlanta on business. They had just left a restaurant and had gone outside to catch a taxi, when suddenly…

Matthew and the others never saw it coming. Behind them, several men were arguing when three of them pulled out guns and started shooting. One of Matthew’s friends took a bullet to the head and died instantly. The other was unharmed. Matthew was also shot in the head, and he too died.

“Utter blackness. Incredible fear. I went to a place what I believe was hell. It was void of anything good. Beyond anything any words could describe. “This hand came down towards me, and as it did, it brought warmth, just flooding this room I was in with this brilliant white light. I was being pulled upwards. I heard this voice say, ‘It’s not your time.’”

Mathew was resuscitated on the scene and taken to Piedmont hospital in Atlanta. Nancy flew in from their home state of Michigan. Her first meeting with the doctor was devastating. “He said there’s a 30 percent chance he’ll make it through the night. After that, he’ll probably be in a wheelchair,” Nancy recalls. “They didn’t know with the brain injury if he’d be a vegetable or not. He says he might even have to be in an institution.”
Nancy took a walk down a corridor to clear her head.

“I just saw this blackness, and this blackness in front of me just started getting bigger. I felt myself just falling into this blackness. I had no control. I was just losing it. That’s when I felt this heavy hand on my right shoulder. I felt this pull back, and I turned around. There was nobody there, and I knew it was Jesus,” says Nancy. “I went straight back to Matt’s room. He’s all wrapped up and bandaged. I just said, ‘Lord, I’m not saved. Bring back my husband even if he’s in a wheel chair. It doesn’t matter but bring back who he is, who his heart is, who his personality is. I promise I’ll stay with him.'”

That promise would be tested. Matthew was in a coma and flatlined several times.
Nancy lived hour-to-hour as it seemed that one crisis followed another. But with every crisis came a glimmer of hope. “Every situation would be critical and then things would turn around,” she says. “He was put on kidney dialysis, and they said he’ll be on it three weeks. In three days, things turned around.”

After 27 days, Matthew awoke from his coma. “It was incredible,” she says. “The whole focus now was to get him on his feet. To go against the odds that he’s going to be in a wheelchair. Our focus now was just get him better.” The left side of Matthew’s body was paralyzed. But worse, the damage to his brain affected his ability to think and perform even the simplest of tasks. They returned to Michigan where Matthew started rehab trying to rebuild his body and his mind.

“But the rehab was painful,” he says. “Physically and cognitively. I remember I would do simple things like run through the alphabet in my head, make sure I could go through A to Z… They were teaching me how to eat.”
For two and half long years Matthew worked through the pain with Nancy by his side. Progress was slow. He eventually left the wheelchair and walked with a cane. Recovering mentally was a much slower process. But Nancy remembered her promise to stay with Matthew through it all…“Cognitively he was not with it. He was in la la land. I did not sign up for this, but I remembered that promise. That was stronger,” says Nancy.

The Botsfords were so focused on Matthew’s regimen, they forgot their experiences with God.
“It wasn’t there. There was no focus there,” she says. “It was all about Matthew.” That is until they moved to Florida. One day Matthew met a neighbor while out taking a walk. “I remember looking up at him and saying, ‘Hey, where’s a good church around here?’ And it floored me what came out of my mouth.” Nancy recalls saying, “What! We’re not looking for a church!”

But eventually, they attended an Easter service. “We just knew then this is it,” says Nancy. “This is what we need. It just came alive that this is what we’ve been missing. There was this peace, that anchor, that stability… it just took us over.” Through the years they began to recognize God’s hand in their journey. Today, Matthew walks without the help of a cane and even gets to drive. Mentally? He earned a college degree and is writing a series of sci-fi children’s books -- all of which is amazing considering the bullet is still in Matthew’s head! But the big miracle in this story…

“When I was dead, I didn’t cry out for God. Yet He came down and with His own hand pulled me out of hell. That’s a loving God,” Matthew says. Nancy concurs, “The miracle is that God so much loved Matthew that He didn’t just leave him in hell. He brought him up. The miracle is how He changed his heart. God exchanged his heart and gave him His own. That’s the miracle.”

A MIRACULOUS HEALING

It was another 4th of July party with friends, and someone had brought those great fireworks that shoot clear up into the air. You can’t purchase them here, in our state, anymore. But the fireworks started being set off one by one, until the big boomer that goes up into the sky was ready to be shot off. The only trouble was, instead of going straight up, it went straight sideways, and hit me smack about my eye. I fell to the ground, covering my eye, and wondering if I would be able to see again out of it.

I had damaged my pupil and nerve in that eye really good! My eye was very black and blue and swollen all around it. Eventually, the swelling went down, but my pupil never would close after that. It just hung open all of the time. I had never been miraculously healed, by the Holy Spirit, before, and it really never occurred to me to ask someone to be prayed for. I did however, believe in miracles, but they always happened to someone else, and not very often.

During this time, I started going to a Church, where the Pastor really believed in miracles. In fact he believed that if we’d just extend our FAITH, Jesus would do the Miraculous Wonders of the Bible. We began to experience the Miraculous, either in situations or the miraculous physical and spiritual healings that we had read about in the Bible.

So one night, my husband asked me if I would like him to pray for my eye. When he asked me that, I just knew in my heart, that the Holy Spirit was going to heal me. It was as if the Lord just put that knowledge and faith to believe, into my heart, and said to me personally, “I will do it!”

As my husband prayed for that eye, he personally saw my eye pupil go back down to normal again! The God of the Wonders and Miraculous had healed me.!

Since that time, even though I’m not always healed, I have had many times when the Holy Spirit has healed me miraculously; maybe He lifts the pain out of a hurt and sore area, or maybe he’ll totally just heal me, like the time I got the flu. I just prayed, “By Jesus Stripes Shed Blood for me, I am healed”, and the flu symptoms totally went away.

Whatever the situation or circumstance, the miraculous can happen with Jesus!
He’s more than Wonderful and Amazing!
WALKING ON WATER

“It was still winter, and all of the lakes that I’d been flying over were still frozen,” he recalls. “I was returning to Anchorage and was practicing a new installation on the aircraft.” While crossing the wilderness of the Kenai Peninsula, Paul decided to practice his low-level flight skills along Lake Tustamena, which was still mostly frozen.
“The wheels would hit the ice, and it would bounce and keep flying…but I hit a soft spot and wasn’t able to pull out.”Within seconds, the plane began to be swallowed in the slush. Paul had to react quickly to keep that from happening.

“The airplane’s engine is heavy, so of course it is nose down and is going to continue to sink. My first thought was to scramble back on the tail and equalize the weight so that the airplane would lay flat.” Fortunately, Paul was able to retrieve the emergency locator beacon from the cockpit, which then sent a signal to the rescue coordination center at Anchorage.

Since most of the state of Alaska isn’t reachable by road, there are more private pilots here than any other place in the world. For this reason, there are very standardized procedures for what to do when a pilot goes missing. Now, Paul understood these procedures, and so he knew it would be hours before a rescue was mounted.
“I’ve been involved in a couple of searches myself for others. Sometimes they can be located in a matter of hours, sometimes it takes days. So you don’t know, and the daylight was fading. It was getting towards late in the afternoon.

“The civil air patrol had a plane out searching just before dark. I could see him flying back and forth some distance from me, but he never saw me. So when it got dark then it began to snow. The wind came up…and that increased the ministry. “I said, ‘Well, if God doesn’t send help, it’s very likely I’ll go to heaven tonight -- either by freezing to death or drowning.

“There was a cold wind blowing from the southwest. It was bitter,” Paul recalls. “My feet froze and turned as blue as the sky, completely. After awhile you get so exhausted that you go to sleep standing up.” When Dawn Broke, Paul had been standing on the tail of his plane for more than 14 hours. But as the sun rose in the sky, so did his hopes for a rescue…until the fog rolled in.

“You couldn’t see for thirty yards. Real thick fog. I prayed and prayed, ‘Dear God, take this fog away.’ Then the fog lifted, and I saw a helicopter lift off the beach and come directly toward me. I just knew my ordeal was over. I was just elated.”