A Cry for Miracles

By Lindsay Roberts

Have you ever cried out to God for help and it seemed like He wasn't listening? Lindsay Roberts understands how you feel.

In this book, Lindsay Roberts shares her personal faith journey of trials and triumphs through numerous health challenges and devastating situations, including the death of her and Richard's firstborn son. And in new chapters, Lindsay tells how she applied the biblical principles God taught her throughout this journey as she recently fought a battle with thyroid cancer.

Lindsay shares Bible-based principles to teach you how to keep crying out to God until your miracle comes. You too can receive hope and strength and learn how to use your faith for the miracles you need in your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• Release date: Sep 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781732538504

Lindsay Roberts

Lindsay Roberts is a minister, writer, editor, sought-after speaker, wife, mother, and lifelong student of the Bible. She hosts the inspirational women’s television program Make Your Day Count. Lindsay cohosts, with her husband, Richard, The Place for Miracles, a half-hour interactive broadcast that reaches millions of viewers worldwide. She is editor and publisher for Oral Roberts Ministries publications and is the author of numerous books. Lindsay and her family live in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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A

Cry

for

Miracles

by Lindsay Roberts

Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are

paraphrased from the New King James Version of the Bible.

Copyright © 1996, 2015, 2018

by Lindsay Roberts

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Printed in the United States of America

All rights reserved

First edition 1996. Revised 2015. Revised and Expanded 2018.

ISBN 978-1-7325385-0-4

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: It’s Not Over Till It’s Over!

Chapter 2: O God, Don’t Let Me Go Crazy!

Chapter 3: Son of David, Have Mercy on Me!

Chapter 4: Communicating with the Father

Chapter 5: Find Out What God’s Word Says, and Just Do It!

Chapter 6: By Faith, by Faith, by Faith! The Just Shall Live by Faith!

Chapter 7: Andy Says I’m a Miracle!

Chapter 8: Because I Live!

Chapter 9: With a Purpose

Chapter 10: The Missing Ingredient

Chapter 11: Lindsay Marie

Chapter 12: E. coli Bacteria

Chapter 13: Refusing the Dreaded C Word

Chapter 14: What the World Calls Foolish

Introduction

Sometimes, we can tell a story of how God spoke to us and gave us a mighty revelation—a moment in our lives when everything was sweet and easy, and God just simply deposited something wonderful inside of us. However, that was not the case for me when I learned how to cry for miracles. Unfortunately for me, my story did not start out so easy.

Do you remember the old Elvis Presley song, I’ll Have a Blue Christmas Without You? Richard has told me stories of his past conversations with Elvis Presley during the several times he and his father spent with Elvis. We would often joke about which of Elvis’ songs were the greatest. Of course, no one could answer because they were all great. However, one of my favorites was when Elvis would sing, I’ll Have a Blue Christmas Without You. Strangely, it was always an emotional, sweet song to me, but I never thought I would ever make reference to it in one of my most horrible times of trouble and fear concerning my youngest daughter, Chloe.

It was late, and the house was extremely quiet, when all of a sudden, we heard a hideous gasping sound. Instinctively, we knew in our hearts that something was terribly wrong. Richard and I raced up the stairs to find our youngest daughter, Chloe Elisabeth, at the top of the stairs just about to fall over, gasping for breath. It seemed as if air was going into her lungs, but nothing was coming out.

As we got closer, we noticed that she appeared to be turning blue around the corners of her mouth. The next thing we knew, her lips were swelling up, and her little chest was pulsating in and out like the wind chambers of an accordion. We had no clue what was happening, and no idea what to do.

Richard immediately began to pray as he grabbed her up in his arms, while I ran to the telephone and called the doctor. He told me, Put your hand on her chest and feel it. Then he described the very symptoms she was having and asked me, Is that what is happening?

Yes, I answered.

Then take her to the hospital right now, he told me. So Richard put our little daughter into the car and rushed her to the hospital while I stayed home with our other two children.

Now, it was Christmas Eve—my birthday—and to top things off, I didn’t feel well, and neither did my other two children. It was one of those times when we had been running all over the place, and yet it seemed as if nothing was getting accomplished. We were working hard, but sometimes you can be working hard and doing all the right things—good things—and yet you’re so busy doing those things that you miss out on what God is actually telling you to do.

So I had gotten caught up in doing a lot of good things, and I hadn’t had enough spiritual sense to shut it all off, which only compounded my frustrations. It was because of those frustrations that I did something that I don’t recommend anyone else doing. But I was a desperate mother that night, and I didn’t know how else to let out my feelings. I don’t know what made me do this, but as Richard drove out of the driveway, I was so upset because I couldn’t go along. I had to stay with the other children and had no idea what was happening to my baby girl. I just knew she was in trouble. In a moment of pure panic, I raced up the stairs, ran into our bedroom, went over to the closet, and kicked my closet door as hard as I could.

I don’t know if I was mad at the devil or if I was mad at the situation or if I was just out of my senses. All I know is that I was frightened. So with every bit of worry, frustration, and strength inside me, I just kicked the closet door with my foot. As soon as my foot hit that door, something broke deep inside me, and I fell on my knees right there in our bedroom and began to weep.

At that point, I wasn’t doing anything spiritual at all. I was just hurting. I was a mother who was scared and worn out. Then God so gently spoke to my heart as clear as a bell and said to me, "Lindsay, it’s all right to cry… if you cry for miracles. When you cry and cry and cry, there’s nothing I can do. But, He explained, if you cry for miracles, then I can move, and you’ll see miracles."

This all happened in seconds, yet in that brief moment when I received God’s clear instructions, I suddenly knew what to do, and I cried out to Father God for a miracle. I began to take authority over the situation. I began to expect and believe for my daughter’s healing. I mean, I really got a grip on my faith, and the only way to get a grip on faith is first to get a grip on God and overcome your fear.

While I was crying out to God for a miracle, Richard had reached the emergency room with Chloe, where she was immediately put on a breathing machine. He watched in amazement as the monitor recorded 97, 98, 99, and all the way up to 100 percent breathing capacity. Now, that was truly a miracle! When she left the house, she was gasping for every shred of breath she could get. But in the few minutes it took to get to the emergency room and get checked in, God showed up! By the time she was examined by the doctor, she was a normal, healthy little girl! The doctor said, I don’t know what happened between your house and here, but all I can tell you is that she is breathing fine.

Richard telephoned me with the good news, and as I was shouting and rejoicing and praising God, I told him to hurry home because I had something to tell him about the door, my foot, my frustration and, most of all, my cry for miracles. From that moment on, we decided we would be two people who cried out to God for miracles!

Have you ever thought about how many times in the Bible someone cried out to God for a miracle, and He miraculously, supernaturally answered their cry? He delivered the children of Israel from Egyptian bondage when they cried out to Him, by sending them a deliverer—Moses. When Paul and Silas praised Him and prayed from the midst of a prison house, God sent an earthquake that opened the prison doors…and before they left, they led the jailer into salvation!

God hears the cries of His children when, in faith, we call out to Him for a miracle.

Is there someone in the Bible whose story of deliverance you especially identify with? I can especially relate to the story of Hannah because I’ve been through some of the very same struggles in my own life.

You see, Hannah was barren. There was no earthly way for her to have a child. But the Bible says that one day she went to the temple to pray, and she began to cry out to God for a miracle so earnestly that Eli the priest thought she was drunk! I mean, she was reaching out to God with every fiber of her being!

Do you know what happened? God answered her cry! She had a little son whom she named Samuel, and she dedicated that baby to the Lord. Later, he became the great prophet Samuel, the one who anointed David to be the king over Israel. (See 1 Samuel 16.)

And what about the story of the prophet Elijah? If you remember the background of that story, the wicked King Ahab and his ungodly wife, Jezebel, had led all of Israel astray by worshipping Baal, the false god. So Elijah asked the people, How long will you falter between two opinions (1 Kings 18:21)? And then he gave notice to the ungodly prophets of Baal, saying, You sacrifice a bull to your god, and I’ll sacrifice a bull to the Lord. And the god who answers by fire, he is God!

When Elijah cried out to God for a miracle that day, he wasn’t just crying into thin air. He meant business! He was deadly serious about what he was praying. And the Lord answered his cry by sending the fire of God streaking down from heaven. Because of this answered prayer, Elijah experienced what would be the first step to a miracle that would save his nation. How many times have we prayed for someone, having no idea what the ultimate end result of that miracle would become?

Now, miracles weren’t only for Bible days. Miracles haven’t stopped! God is still doing miraculous things for His people today. Remember, He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). He did miracles back in the beginning—in Genesis—and He’s doing them right now for those who reach out and touch Him by faith, and who refuse to quit until they receive their miracle.

And just like Elijah, we never know what the long-term outcome of that prayer will become somewhere down the road. Fire from heaven was just the beginning of what Elijah needed to eventually bring deliverance to his nation when rain refused to fall. This one incident created the groundwork for Elijah to keep on believing that God was able to do what He promised. Eventually his story ended with the deliverance of the nation.

I remember so many times, my father-in-law, Oral Roberts, used to say we don’t know who is on the other end of our prayers or what will happen as a result of them. When I first considered praying for God to give me a miracle in the form of having children, I had no idea that years down the road, my miracle babies would be instrumental in praying me through one of the most difficult diagnoses of my life. By the time you finish this book, I pray that not only will you see how my miracle began, but how it has continued and keeps on going on a daily basis.

Because of the stories in the Bible, the stories I’ve experienced throughout our ministry, and my own personal stories, I believe you, too, have the potential to see the miraculous happen in your life. In fact, I believe you have the potential to see the miraculous in every area of your life, including your physical body, your finances, and even your soul…your mind, will, and emotions. The way I see it, God wants us healed and whole in every area of our life.

So, let me ask you, are you crying out to God for a miracle in your life, and yet there’s no fire streaking down from heaven—not even a spark? Or does it seem as if God just isn’t listening? Perhaps there is a desire for miracles burning in your heart, and you want to settle it with God, once and for all.

If there is, then I have something to share with you that I believe can help you see the divine hand of God, the divine intervention of God, the supernatural outpouring of the Lord come into your life. I really believe He has a miracle with your name on it. But, I believe it starts with a decision that no matter what comes, you’re going to find the Bible way to cry for miracles—and you’re not going to stop calling out to God until He answers you!

Chapter 1

It’s Not Over Till It’s Over

My personal cry for a miracle began at an early age. During my senior year of high school, I suddenly began to feel a lot of pain in my side, so I made an appointment to see a doctor.