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HEARING
GOD GIVING
MONEY NO MORE
MONEY HILTON
HOTEL
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In November, 1989, our daughter
gave us a huge Teddy Bear, a gift from As Christmas was drawing near, we were trying to be aware of a family with one child who would be blessed by the bear. We didn't want to cause strife if there was more than one child. We kept praying, desiring guidance. Nothing was happening until one Monday morning the week before Christmas. At a monthly meeting my husband Dee emceed, he usually would just drive the car while I stayed at home to pray for the meeting. However, this time, for some reason, I drove him and would pick him up when it was over. The meeting place was just a few blocks away. At home as I prayed for success of the meeting, I felt I should put the Bear in the car. He was a big guy, taking up half of the back seat of our Chevy Caprice. I went back to my prayer time. When the meeting was over I picked Dee and we went to the post office and from there to make a deposit at the bank; we went through the drive through window. The teller was friendly and she commented on our passenger. As we were driving away, she said, “I collect Teddy Bears.” We looked at each other knowing the Bear was for her. We took the Bear inside the bank, put her name on it and got a manager's permission to placed it under their large Christmas tree. She was not at the drive through window the next day. But a week later we received a note. The day we left the Bear, she had been asking God if He knew "where she was." She was schedule for surgery the next day and was not feeling his presence. She said, “My fears fell away when I saw the Bear under that Christmas Tree, and I knew God was with me.” My original perception was that the Bear should go to a child, but our Father had a special place for the Bear and it was to one of His children who needed His reassurance. By Margaret Stribling, In His Name Ministries, Inc.
He
has made us competent as ministers of a new covenant-- not of the letter
but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.
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