"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you, continue ye in my love."
John 15:9

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I had an direct encounter with the Lord Jesus 6 years ago March 27, 1996. I was an army brat. My mother left 3 of us with a friend while my father was away. I was 6 years old. When he came home, he sent us to live with his mother, in Ohio. She sent us to Sunday school for the first time. My mother lived in fear of what people do to young kids. Born and raised in Missippi. We have a mixed heritage, Indian/black/white. But there are no coincidences with God. I cried my self to sleep many a night. No one loved me. I was an unwanted child.

I was terrified of the dark and never knew why, until six years ago.

When I learned from Sunday School that angels and God visited people at night, I prayed that God would not speak to me at night, unless in dreams because I was too scared to hear HIm. Until 6 years ago. I got baptized at 12 in a baptist church. At 16 years of age, my back went out on me. Could not stand straight, or sit, or sleep without intense pain for months. My grandmother forced my father to take me to a Doctor. He wanted to hospitalize me and run tests, stick needles in my back. I thought to myself, I will live with the pain first. So I did. Until one night, I could not take it any more, and I asked God to kill me or heal me. If He would heal me I told him, I would go to church every Sunday, or at least read one verse of the bible for every day I missed, (I did not want to lie to God). I crawled into bed, crying myself to exhaustion. When I woke up the pain was gone. My father told me that it had all been in my head, so I never told anyone. But I read a lot of the bible.

A young man that I had fallen in love with married someone else. I went into rebellion at eighteen. I had prayed for my mother to come back. I had prayed for this man to be my husband. I thought that God did not care or was not real. So I became promiscuous. Smoking pot, whatever. All because I wanted someont to hold me and tell me he loved me.

I was married twice, and divorced. In college I had a Pentecostal babysitter. Went to church with her and gave my life to the Lord, and felt a weight lifted off of me supernaturally. But continued in my relationships, looking for Mr. right. I began having dreams where the Lord would take me up into the heavenlies and show and tell me great things. I still was terrified of the dark. God warned me that I would be traveling to the Carolinas in a dream. I did go there and live for 3 years. He warned me of a my baby boy choking possibly dying which I prayed against and he did choke, but not die. At one point I asked God to make me unable to smoke pot if He did not want me to. From that day to this I cannot be around it or I get deathly ill. But I still was not living right, but slowly, contnuously, God was cleansing me of unrighteousness. 8 years ago, I felt impressed to ask God what church He wanted me to join, although I was not looking for another church. I put a list of names of churches in a circle and spun a spinner to point to one of them. I even wrote OTHER in case I had not put a church in the line-up that He wanted me to join. It landed on a little non-entity church. My co-workers and friends kept inviting me to and I had visisted, but it was in the worst part of Cincinnati. Nothing to catch my attention. I immediately thought co-incidence. I would not go for two years. I just visited it on occasion. Then a woman new to town called me telling me that she had a son with a demon. He drank one or two beers and was a differnet person, his voice even changed. She was scared and did not know where to go to get him delivered. I told her to go to my friends church because my friends had told me about miracle healings and demons being cast out at that church. (I did not belive in demons, nor did I want to hear @ them) But if she believed....so did my friends. So after I told her about this church, while she was talking, these weird thoughts began to come to me. "You are telling this woman to go to a church that I told you to go to, 2 years ago." I thought, yeah. "You have three healthy sons, no demons, and it is because of nothing that you have done." I thought, yeah! "Is that what it would take to get you to go where I want you to go?" Then I thought oh no... That is not what it will take. I told that woman, " I am going to church, I do not care if you ever go." She cracked up. She told me about her ex-husband, who got someonelse pregnant in a church, and they had gotten divorced. He lived in Arizona. He had called her recently and asked her if she knew that he was in the hospital. She had not known. He told her that he had been asleep, in the hospital room and dreamed that dark shadows were floating on the ceiling cirlcling his bed and coming closer. He had heard a voice speak out of the shadows and tell him, "I can find you anywhere." He said that just then the phone woke him up and it was the son with the demons, who immediately told his father, "I can find you anywhere." Demons. Now I knew why I had been terrified of the dark. When I was ltittle I had seen the same dark shadows circling my bed coming closer. I had begun praying the Lord to speak to me anyway He wanted to in my late 30's and early 40's. I was 42. I went to that church. The first night the minister called me out. I was praising HIM for all my worth for the first time in one of those jumpy jumpy churches, (my kids and I had named them) I did not care what any one else was doing, I was thanking HIM and praising HIM. With my hands up lifted and out loud. She told me to keep praising Him and the Lord was going to give me miracles and blessings. She laid her hand on my head and I began to collapse. No strength.

The next time I went, I was lost in thanking HIM and began worshiping HIM. The minister announced that God was going to give someone a miracle. I continued worshiping. My oldest son had been on fire, not a burn mark on him. His best friends were in prison. Not my sons. The choking incident that God warned me of that did not happen, my sons did not have demons. I was worshiping HIM. The minister interrupted again, and said that if whoever it is would just let go, they were going to get a miracle. The thought came to me that he was talking about me. But immeduiately I said no, he cannot be talking about me. So I said that I was not going to listen to him anymore. I shut my eyes and continued praising into worship. I began to notice a bright light. After a while it came to me that Paul saw Jesus as a bight light. So I focused on it with my eyes shut. I wanted to see His face. But that was the brightest part. I saw his whiter than white clothing, almost incadescent, moving in folds just barely a glimmer, it was as if someone were moving around. So I foucused on the area above the clothing, but it was too bright, but now I was positive it was Jesus. I wanted to see HIS face!!!!!! I began to feel a powerful force striking my body from my head to the souls of my feet. There was a roaring in my ears, as if a mighty wind was blowing. This power was like water and also like electricity. It felt so good. Like someone steps out of frigid water and never realized how cold it was until they stepped into the sunlight. And the thought comes that you never want to go back in there. I was still focused on seeing HIs face when all of a sudden He reached his hands out of the light towards me. The power instantly went inside and outside at the same time. The light became so bright that I could not see anything. I thought, "ME?" "But I have....."started to name my sins, and could not remember one at that moment. I thought well if you do not want to remember, neither do I. And I stood there in total awe with my hands uplifted, hoping at least to hear His voice. I thought I heard someone say open your eyes, and thinking maybe it was Jesus, I did. The minister was nose to nose with me. I almost fell over backwards from the shock. He praised God and laid his hand on my forehead and I fell back on the chairs. I was in the back of the church. He knew it was me that got the Miracle. A week later, in my kitchen the Lord spoke to me and said, "This work I give you to do, do not stop until it is finished." I have been learning and in training. I never can go back to life as usual, now that I know HIM. I have a TV program on community access. I love to hear about HIM and to share the testimonies about HIM.

Gale Miller