By Yen Yen
In 2001, around 3 a.m., my dad woke me up as our neighbor’s house was on fire. It’s located on the northeast, about 4 houses from us.
Then I prayed in tongue while walking around on the 2nd floor of my house and the HOLY SPIRIT reminded me about the testimony of Samuel Doctorian in his book “and I saw Him”, which really strengthened me:
[While the engine on the wing of Samuel's plane was on exploded, a Turkey doctor said "But look, the fire are getting bigger”. Samuel said, “I’m not looking through that window but through the window of faith. You’ll experience GOD's Mighty Hands and escape will definitely happen”.]
HE also said, “Everything will be definitely fine”.
Then the fire was getting bigger. The firefighters were arrived late and had trouble putting out the fire, which had reached the roof of the 3rd floor house with black smoke billowing.
Dad asked us to immediately go to his friend’s house. I said, “GOD said, everything will be definitely fine. I want to sleep, am sleepy”, then I entered into my room.
15 minutes later, mom said, “The fire has been extinguished” and everything was fine, exactly as HE said. PRAISE JESUS!
Tuesday, October 4, 2022
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Saved From the Late Coming to School Punishment and Thirsty-Hungry
By Yen Yen
One day when I was in the elementary grade, I woke up late at 9AM (time the school started). My mom said, “I thought u have gone to school. I didn’t see u in the bedroom”. “I was sleeping under the bed”.
Then, I took a little breakfast and hurriedly went to the school by walking with my servant. The school was about 15 mins from our house.
While on the way, I thought that I would surely get the late coming punishment by standing up-sitting down with holding my ears for 100 times as it happened to my friends.
While we were crossing the small bridge, suddenly my water bottle strap, which was right across the front of my chest, broken and the bottle rolled and fell directly into the river (the handle of the bridge was only made of a thin iron, like a string, with up and down separate parts, approx.1 cm in diameter each).
Then, I had to hold thirsty because the hot weather and hope I could get drink at the school though I didn’t have pocket money.
One day when I was in the elementary grade, I woke up late at 9AM (time the school started). My mom said, “I thought u have gone to school. I didn’t see u in the bedroom”. “I was sleeping under the bed”.
Then, I took a little breakfast and hurriedly went to the school by walking with my servant. The school was about 15 mins from our house.
While on the way, I thought that I would surely get the late coming punishment by standing up-sitting down with holding my ears for 100 times as it happened to my friends.
While we were crossing the small bridge, suddenly my water bottle strap, which was right across the front of my chest, broken and the bottle rolled and fell directly into the river (the handle of the bridge was only made of a thin iron, like a string, with up and down separate parts, approx.1 cm in diameter each).
Then, I had to hold thirsty because the hot weather and hope I could get drink at the school though I didn’t have pocket money.
When arriving at school, I almost didn’t believe that the school hasn’t started yet. I saw my seatmate sitting next to the classroom door then said, “May I have a drink? My water bottle fell into the river”. “Sure”, she poured the water from her bottle into the bottle cap and gave it to me. “More?” “Yes”. “More?” “No. Thanks”.
Then she opened the lid of her bread container and asked, “You want bread?” I nodded and she let me take a piece of them.
No longer after that, the bell was ringing and we entered the class. That school day has been a beautiful day for me. No punishment, no longer thirsty and hungry.
JESUS has miraculously saved me from the late coming punishment and provided what I needed at the right place, right time. Thanks JESUS, my Savior, my Bread and Water of Life. Also, Thanks for a friend with JESUS’ Heart, YOU gave.
I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert ~ Isa 43:19b KJ21
Saved From the Accident of Hitting the Sliding Glass Door
By Yen Yen
While I was running there, I didn’t know the sliding glass door has been closed. Then, I hit the closed sliding door and the glass was shattered. I cried aloud.
But, Praise JESUS, I only got a small bleeding wound in the middle of my forehead (between my eyebrows), no glass pieces got into my eyes and the rest of my body was also completely unhurt. The wound just needed to be smeared by the iodine.
At that time, I still didn’t know about praying in tongue, even could not read the Bible. But, as I remember, in my kindergarten/Sunday school, the teacher taught us to sing about JESUS’ love, also my mom and I often sang about HIS love at home. And, that day, HE showed HIS love for me by protecting me. THANK YOU, JESUS!
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Saved by the Attack of the Doberman Pet
Around 1995, I was looking for new students by advertising then Mr. Andrew (pseud) asked me to teach their kids. They kept a Doberman pet that always barked at me.
For almost 2 yrs, it's all going fine and the dog had become big with about 1 m tall at its head. They just put it in a simple plywood cage with a small door latch.
To enter their house from the gate, I had to walk on the narrow footpath, whereas in my left side was exactly by way of the front of the cage and the dog would bark trying to batter the door down until the cage was shaking.
Every time before the kids' lesson finished, Mrs. Andrew always left home to pick up her husband and they weren't back when I left.
One evening, both of them were back before I left. On the narrow footpath, near the dog's cage, I just said goodbye to Mrs. Andrew, while in my right side, her husband was working on below their stalled car. Suddenly, the dog battered down its door cage and chased me. Mrs. Andrew was surprised but could do nothing.
Thank JESUS, the right back door of their car was opened. Immediately, I entered and closed the door. The dog was waiting outside by barking until Mr. Andrew secured it in the garage.
After I got out from the car safely, he said, "You’re lucky. If you didn’t enter the car, you would be bitten. It's very wild!"
Imagine that day, if there were only two little kids and me as usual, no Mr. Andrew there, no car with the right back door opened and parked near the cage then what would happen? I realized that JESUS had prepared all things to protect me before it happened. Praise JESUS!
A year later, Mr. Andrew asked me to teach their kids again. He said their dog was already sold because it had bitten their servant.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Why He Left The Bus Not Caring About His Ticket
I did not come from a rich home but from a poor one. My parents were
just orphan children. The only thing they were able to do was to try to
supply us with our daily bread and help us so that we might be able to
go through school and get a bit of education. That was a hard task.
My father worked far away from Jerusalem and once a month he would be
able to visit our home. Every time he came he would have only about four
Palestinian pounds, equal to about twelve dollars in those days. He
would give some to the grocer, some to the baker, and some here and
there, and then go back to work again. That is all we were able to see
our father, just once a month.
One day as we four hungry boys came home from school, we came to our
mother and asked for a piece of bread, but mother was not able to give
us any bread. She asked us to go and play. We continued playing until
night came. About 7:00 o'clock we came back again, wondering why mother
was sad. We said, "Mother, we are hungry." She would not say anything to
us.
She washed our hands, feet and faces, and then said, "Come on, children,
come and go to bed now. Pray your prayers and go to sleep." But we said,
"Mother, we want bread. We are hungry. What is the matter with you?" She
would not answer us but made us all kneel and pray, and then said,
"Goodnight, children." She lowered the gas light so that we might go to
sleep.
The four of us began to weep, each looking to the others with tears
rolling down his cheeks. We were hungry and we wanted bread. Mother
would not give us bread. Why was mother so cruel? Had we done anything
wrong that she would not give us bread? With tears in our eyes we
finally went to sleep.
At 2: 00 o'clock in the morning I awoke, crying, "Mother, mother." She
came close to me and said, "What do you want, Samuel?" I said, "Mother,
I cannot sleep. I want bread." I could notice, although the gas light
was low, bright tears rolling down her cheeks.
She went away and brought me a cup of water and said,
"Samuel, drink water." I said, "Mother, it is not water I want. It is
bread I want."When I noticed her weeping I stopped my tears, wondering
what was the matter. I drank the water and went to sleep again.
When morning came we all got up hungry and with tears still in our eyes.
We did not know what to do, and mother did not dare tell anybody that we
needed bread. Then she broke into tears and said, "Children, pray. We do
not have bread at home. We do not know what to do. We do not know when
our father will come back, and we do not have bread."
We said, "What are we going to do? We cannot go to school if you do not
give us bread." She said, "Come, let us pray to the Father in Heaven."
We sat around the table. All five of us began to weep and cry for bread.
We said, "Father, send us bread. Father, send us bread." While we were
praying -- thank God for His miraculous hand - there was a knock at the
door.
The moment the knock came my mother said, "Keep quiet, children. Do not
make any noise. Do not let anyone know what we are praying and what our
need is. Let only God know about this."
She wiped her tears and went to the door. When she opened it a man came
in. He was a dear believer with a basket in his hand full of bread and
cheese. When we saw the basket, he turned to us and said, "Children,
take. This is bread. Your Father sent it." We all ran to that basket. I
took a loaf in my hand, cut it, and began to eat it as a hungry child. I
was so glad that father had sent us bread.
Only after some years had passed did I find that it was not my father. I
went to that believer and said, "My dear brother, I want you to tell me
what made you come to our home and give us that bread?"
He said, "Samuel, I bought all those things to take to Bethlehem to my
family. I got my ticket and sat waiting for the bus to move. A Voice
within me said, 'Rise. Take all that you have bought to the family down
in the Valley of Kidron and give it to them.' I said, 'No, it is late. I
must get home and give this to my family and come back to my business.'
But the Voice continued, saying, 'Rise. Take it to that family.' I said,
'But they do not need this bread.' But the Voice within me kept saying,
'You rise and go. They need this bread.'" He continued, "I could not
disobey that Voice. I got up and left the bus, not caring about the
ticket I had purchased. I walked down to the Valley of Kidron and before
knocking I put my ears to the door and could hear hungry children crying
and praying, 'Father, send us bread.'
The moment I heard that I could wait no longer. I knocked at the door
and when it was opened I said, 'Your Father sent this bread. Take it.' I
gave everything I had."While he was telling me that story I was
rejoicing.
How wonderful is the God in whom we believe. He is the God of Elijah,
supplying our every need today. He is a great God! I praise the Lord
that I believe in such a supreme Being who is "able to do exceeding
abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that
worketh in us." "My God shall supply all your need according to his
riches in glory by Christ Jesus."
just orphan children. The only thing they were able to do was to try to
supply us with our daily bread and help us so that we might be able to
go through school and get a bit of education. That was a hard task.
My father worked far away from Jerusalem and once a month he would be
able to visit our home. Every time he came he would have only about four
Palestinian pounds, equal to about twelve dollars in those days. He
would give some to the grocer, some to the baker, and some here and
there, and then go back to work again. That is all we were able to see
our father, just once a month.
One day as we four hungry boys came home from school, we came to our
mother and asked for a piece of bread, but mother was not able to give
us any bread. She asked us to go and play. We continued playing until
night came. About 7:00 o'clock we came back again, wondering why mother
was sad. We said, "Mother, we are hungry." She would not say anything to
us.
She washed our hands, feet and faces, and then said, "Come on, children,
come and go to bed now. Pray your prayers and go to sleep." But we said,
"Mother, we want bread. We are hungry. What is the matter with you?" She
would not answer us but made us all kneel and pray, and then said,
"Goodnight, children." She lowered the gas light so that we might go to
sleep.
The four of us began to weep, each looking to the others with tears
rolling down his cheeks. We were hungry and we wanted bread. Mother
would not give us bread. Why was mother so cruel? Had we done anything
wrong that she would not give us bread? With tears in our eyes we
finally went to sleep.
At 2: 00 o'clock in the morning I awoke, crying, "Mother, mother." She
came close to me and said, "What do you want, Samuel?" I said, "Mother,
I cannot sleep. I want bread." I could notice, although the gas light
was low, bright tears rolling down her cheeks.
She went away and brought me a cup of water and said,
"Samuel, drink water." I said, "Mother, it is not water I want. It is
bread I want."When I noticed her weeping I stopped my tears, wondering
what was the matter. I drank the water and went to sleep again.
When morning came we all got up hungry and with tears still in our eyes.
We did not know what to do, and mother did not dare tell anybody that we
needed bread. Then she broke into tears and said, "Children, pray. We do
not have bread at home. We do not know what to do. We do not know when
our father will come back, and we do not have bread."
We said, "What are we going to do? We cannot go to school if you do not
give us bread." She said, "Come, let us pray to the Father in Heaven."
We sat around the table. All five of us began to weep and cry for bread.
We said, "Father, send us bread. Father, send us bread." While we were
praying -- thank God for His miraculous hand - there was a knock at the
door.
The moment the knock came my mother said, "Keep quiet, children. Do not
make any noise. Do not let anyone know what we are praying and what our
need is. Let only God know about this."
She wiped her tears and went to the door. When she opened it a man came
in. He was a dear believer with a basket in his hand full of bread and
cheese. When we saw the basket, he turned to us and said, "Children,
take. This is bread. Your Father sent it." We all ran to that basket. I
took a loaf in my hand, cut it, and began to eat it as a hungry child. I
was so glad that father had sent us bread.
Only after some years had passed did I find that it was not my father. I
went to that believer and said, "My dear brother, I want you to tell me
what made you come to our home and give us that bread?"
He said, "Samuel, I bought all those things to take to Bethlehem to my
family. I got my ticket and sat waiting for the bus to move. A Voice
within me said, 'Rise. Take all that you have bought to the family down
in the Valley of Kidron and give it to them.' I said, 'No, it is late. I
must get home and give this to my family and come back to my business.'
But the Voice continued, saying, 'Rise. Take it to that family.' I said,
'But they do not need this bread.' But the Voice within me kept saying,
'You rise and go. They need this bread.'" He continued, "I could not
disobey that Voice. I got up and left the bus, not caring about the
ticket I had purchased. I walked down to the Valley of Kidron and before
knocking I put my ears to the door and could hear hungry children crying
and praying, 'Father, send us bread.'
The moment I heard that I could wait no longer. I knocked at the door
and when it was opened I said, 'Your Father sent this bread. Take it.' I
gave everything I had."While he was telling me that story I was
rejoicing.
How wonderful is the God in whom we believe. He is the God of Elijah,
supplying our every need today. He is a great God! I praise the Lord
that I believe in such a supreme Being who is "able to do exceeding
abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that
worketh in us." "My God shall supply all your need according to his
riches in glory by Christ Jesus."
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