Saturday morning rush … stopping for the one …

I sensed there would be a park to the left … but for some unfathomable reason I drove straight … I looked … there was a park there and I had missed it and the car in front of me took the one I had my eye on … “Blow!” I drove up well past…

And the baby had down syndrome no more because…God is Good!

On Wednesday 9th May 2012 I received the following testimony from a dear and beautiful friend who takes God at His word … She believes, she stands, she declares and she releases … fully knowing and fully believing with all her heart that God is Good! She writes: In early February I had the opportunity…

Crossing my chicken line…the lame DID walk…part 3 – releasing life and declaring destiny for God is Good!

To continue on from the last post ... where I crossed "my chicken line" (see below for explanation) ...  a woman walked away from her wheel chair pain-free (click here for story), and a mother is set free from a sense of darkness and hopelessness, being filled with hope and light ... and where the mother…

Crossing my chicken line…the lame DID walk…a God is Good praise report

In my last post I mentioned how wheel chairs of all shapes and sizes are my chicken line (see post script of linked story for explanation) ... Well, I had another story I thought I would post next ... one of God's goodness the following day on holiday, but, on returning to Melbourne I found myself in a…

This one was for him because…God is Good!

We are having our floors resurfaced in our main living area of our home, after many years of life’s wear and tear. This necessitated moving all furniture and family out of the area for a week – effectively requiring us to find somewhere else to stay … and so we took the opportunity and headed…

And unto us a child is born … Praise report of a Good God! healing of cerebral palsy …

In this world of instant this and instant that, how many times do we miss what God is doing and somehow give up on a miracle that may have already started to happen, if we just hung in there to see it to maturity? Do we speak life … or death over our worlds for…