I Believe In Miracles—And They Are Happening Again!

April 4, 2025

Introduction

One of our favorite guest contributors for Give Him 15 is our friend Cheryl Sacks. Just the other day, Cheryl sent us a timely word that I feel is appropriate for me to share today, the day of the Healing Summit in Ohio. You will be encouraged and inspired by her words. Join us tonight by livestream and believe for YOUR healing. Today’s title is:

I Believe in Miracles—And They Are Happening Again!

In Dutch’s recent Give Him 15 posts, he spoke of a mighty wave of God’s glory that is beginning to roll in—a wave of healing, deliverance, and salvation. He reminded us that on the Hebrew calendar, we are in the month of Nisan, which is historically marked by miracles. (Read The Month of Miracles GH15 post here)

Those in my generation have lived through seasons of extraordinary supernatural activity—things our children and grandchildren have yet to see, but I am confident they will. We remember ambulances pulling up to healing crusades, people near death carried in on stretchers—and walking out healed and whole. We saw limbs grow out and, in some cases, entirely new limbs where there had been none before.

My husband, Hal, and I witnessed such miracles firsthand.

When the Power of God Fell

One unforgettable night, Hal took his mom to a Kathryn Kuhlman crusade at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles. What happened that evening was far more than a story about a healing evangelist—it was a glimpse into how God’s power can move through anyone willing to believe that He still performs miracles today.

Hal’s mother suffered pain from a disintegrated disc. She also experienced chronic complications after having part of her colon surgically removed. Hal went to the meeting in faith, believing God would heal his mom—but also believing for something even more impossible: the healing of his sister Merrily.

At the time, Merrily was in a catatonic state, locked in a padded cell at Camarillo State Mental Hospital. While touring with the rock band Jefferson Airplane, she became addicted to drugs and deeply entangled in the occult. Her mind was shattered, and demons tormented her. Hal had brought an item of her clothing with him that night, standing in proxy for her deliverance (see Acts 19:12). The service had barely begun when Kathryn pointed to the balcony—right to the spot where Hal and his mother were sitting.

“I see the most unusual healing power hovering right there over the balcony,” she declared. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

At that moment, something like electricity surged through Hal’s body. “It felt like I was plugged into a 220-volt socket,” he later told me. Immediately, he turned and prayed for his mom. She twisted and turned in her seat. No pain. Instantly healed.

She jumped to her feet and ran toward the platform to tell Kathryn what the Lord had done. Hal sat there awestruck, thinking, “Wait . . . Mom could barely walk into this building!”

Weeks later, when Hal’s mom returned to her doctor—who was Jewish—he was in disbelief. Not only was the disintegrated disc regenerated, but X-rays revealed that the inches of colon previously removed had somehow been restored. “This can’t be,” he said, studying the scans. But he couldn’t deny what the X-rays confirmed. The Messiah he didn’t believe in had clearly done what medicine could not.

Back in the auditorium, the Spirit of God was still moving. Hal noticed the woman next to him—elderly, wearing large hearing aids. Her husband explained that even with the devices, she could barely hear a word. Hal laid his hands on her ears and prayed.

After a few seconds, Hal asked her to remove her hearing aids and turn away from him. He whispered, “Say, ‘Praise the Lord.’”

“Praise the Lord,” she responded.

“Say, ‘Jesus healed me.’”

“Jesus healed me . . . Oh my God, I can hear!” she screamed, bursting into tears. But the Lord wasn’t finished. Remembering his sister, Hal held the piece of Merrily’s clothing in his hands and prayed for a miracle.

The next morning, Hal’s mother received a call from Merrily’s doctor. His voice was trembling.

“Mrs. Sacks . . . I wonder if you can shed some light on something that just happened. I’m really shaken.”

As he did every day, the doctor had walked into Merrily’s room and said, “Hello, Merrily. How are you doing this morning?” For months, there had been no response—just a blank stare.

But that morning, Merrily looked him in the eyes and said, “I’m fine, doctor. Jesus came into my room last night and healed me!”

There was no other explanation. It was a documented miracle. One week later, Merrily was released—healed, restored, and completely in her right mind.

A Living Room Healing

Meanwhile, halfway across the country, I was a young high school teacher living in Dallas during the height of the Charismatic Renewal. Everyone in my circles was reading the Bible—believing it and doing what it said.

My roommate, Ruth, had her car stolen, and was riding the city bus to work. She evangelized everyone who would listen, often bringing total strangers home to our apartment for prayer.

One day, Ruth stopped by the 7-Eleven and asked the cashier how he was doing. He told her he had cancer and was scheduled for surgery the following week. Without hesitation, she said, “Come over to our apartment on your break. My roommate and I will pray for you, and you’ll be healed.”

An hour later, I walked into our living room to find a complete stranger on our couch. When I heard we were about to pray for a man with cancer, I gulped. But I laid my hands on his head and prayed for the power of God to come into his body and burn out the cancer. While doubts feverishly danced in my head, a spirit of faith rose inside me. I declared he was healed!

A few weeks later, Ruth saw the man again at the 7-Eleven. He was beaming. “When I went in for my pre-op appointment, I told the doctor to do another X-ray,” he said. “‘You won’t find a thing,’ I told him.”

Sure enough, the doctor came back amazed.

“How did you know?”

“Well,” the man replied, “two really good friends of mine prayed, and God healed me.”

Faith Wears Shoes

I heard another story that beautifully illustrates how God’s miraculous power is manifested in the most practical ways.

A mother with five children couldn’t afford new shoes. She bought one pair for each child, always a couple sizes too big, hoping they would last two years. But one daughter’s shoes arrived at least two sizes too small—and there was no way to return them.

The mother brought the shoes to a healing service and asked the pastor to pray over them. Moved with compassion, he was about to offer her money for a new pair—but the Lord interrupted him. “No,” God said. “She came believing Me for a miracle.”

The girl tried to put the shoes on, but they wouldn’t fit. So the pastor prayed. This time, the shoes slid on perfectly. Not only did they fit—they lasted three years.(1)

The Wave Is Rising

This same wave of healing, deliverance, and salvation is building again. And this time, God isn’t just releasing it through a few anointed individuals. He’s moving through ordinary believers—people like you and me who dare to believe! You don’t need a stage. You don’t need a title. You just need to be willing to step out in faith and obedience. God will do the rest.

The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead dwells in you (Romans 8:11). Miracles are happening again. And they can happen through you.

Pray with me:

Lord, we thank You that Your healing power is being poured out in this hour. As healing meetings are convened this month, awaken Your people to believe again. Use not just leaders—but every willing believer—to carry Your glory. Let miracles flow in living rooms, churches, streets, and schools.

Our decree:

We decree that we will step into this wave with boldness and fearless obedience. And we decree that our children—and our children’s children—will see God’s mighty wonders with their own eyes and carry His miraculous power to their generation!

You can learn more about Cheryl and her husband Hal’s work at PrayerSaturated.life and BridgeBuilders.net

Click on the link below to watch the full video.

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1. Footnote for Faith Wears Shoes: Witnessed by Deanna Dutton, co-pastor of Without Walls, Mesa, Arizona when she was a child sitting on the front row of the church her father pastored. Story shared March 30, 2025.