God Stories and Poems: True Accounts of God's Intervention in My Life

By Linda Legg

The short stories included in this book are all true accounts of incidents in the life of the author when God supernaturally intervened in her life or responded to her prayer. While some people may believe that it is not possible to have a personal relationship with God, the true-life incidents recorded in this book prove otherwise. These incidents and situations described could not have been coincidence, nor could they have occurred in the natural order of things. These are true stories about the supernatural intervention of God in the life of the author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098006426

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God Stories and Poems

True Accounts of God?s Intervention in My Life

Linda T. Legg

Copyright © 2019 by Linda T. Legg

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Table of Contents

The Lady in the Gazebo

The Piano

The Ring

Sent by Prayer

The Founding of The Prairie du Chien Cornerstone Church

The Founding of the Prairie du Chien Cornerstone Church

God Found Me

The Lost Diamond

The Cliff

The Hospital Bed

The Pupil

If

The Breach

The Cleaning Lady

The Lass

The Significance

What Will We Be?

The Issue

I Have Asked

Why?

Roses

The Exchange

Progress

I Have Loved

Bumblebee

Fishy

Primly

Epitaph for a Moth

I would like to dedicate this book to my daughter, Lynne Grundy, who has been, next to my relationship with Jesus, the best thing in my life. I’m praying that these true stories will demonstrate to her and others, the possibility of a personal, real relationship with a God who loves her even more than I do.

The Lady in the Gazebo

I was bone tired. I wanted to go home, make a cup of tea, and get my feet up in the recliner. I had been teaching fifth graders math and science all day, and I needed a break. When I teach, I can’t just sit behind my desk. I’m one that has to pace while teaching. And that means that after being on my feet from seven in the morning till three in the afternoon, I wanted more than anything to sit down and get the weight off.

I left school, waving to some of my fellow teachers who were also making their escapes at the magic hour. My feet hurt, my ankles were swollen, and my knees ached. So I was really looking forward to that recliner in my living room and a nice hot cup of herbal tea.

I popped a cassette tape into the tape player of my car as I drove toward home and began to sing along. The Christian music enveloped me, and I began to worship God as I drove home. Joy flooded my soul as I sang.

I had become a Christian when I found God about five years before. And since then, as I devoted time each day to worship and prayer, my relationship with God had blossomed into a beautiful and intimate experience which brought me inner peace and tremendous joy. When I listened to praise music as I was doing now, I experienced the joy of being in the very presence of God.

I had driven about halfway home. Then I stopped at a red light in a small town that I had to drive through every day. While I waited for the light to change, I began to pray, telling my best friend, Jesus, about my day.

Suddenly, I heard Jesus tell me, Turn left here. It wasn’t an audible voice. No one else could have heard it. But he spoke to my mind clearly in a sweet and quiet voice.

What? I responded audibly. Why would I turn left here? I want to get home and put my feet up. I’m dead tired.

Turn left here, he softly repeated.

I argued again. Lord, why do you want me to turn left? I really need to get home and rest. My legs ache and besides, I have no idea what is up that road to the left. You know I have stuff to do this evening.

Turn left here, He repeated quietly.

I was so torn between obeying what the Lord was telling me to do, and what I wanted to do. I wanted to ignore that small, still voice, which I recognized as the Lord and just go my way and get home. I still had to fix dinner for my family and attend a class at the Bible college at seven. I could only spare a few minutes in my recliner. I wanted desperately to continue on my way home, but I couldn’t.

Because I loved Him, I had to obey.

When the light changed to green, I turned left.

The road quickly left town and took me out into the country. I had never been on this road. It led me out into the surrounding countryside where I saw farmhouses and fenced pastures spreading out on either side of the road. The grass was just beginning to show that bright green of new growth, the new life of spring growth. The afternoon sun was beginning to cast long shadows around the trees and bushes in the fields. As I drove, I complained.

I don’t know why you want me to drive out here, Lord. I don’t know anyone around this area. Why do you want me to do this? Can’t I just go on home and put my feet up?

I had driven several impatient miles, becoming more and more frustrated with not being able to comfortably go home to my recliner.

I told the Lord, There’s nothing out here but farms, and I don’t know anyone who lives here.

Finally, the Lord said, Stop here.

I stopped the car, pulling over to the berm of the road. I sat there and looked around.

There’s nothing here, Lord, I whispered. I don’t even see any houses close by. Why are you bringing me here?

Get out of the car, He responded.

I turned off the ignition, and leaving the keys, got out of the car to look around.

I had stopped along a grassy four-foot bank beside the road. I couldn’t see anything over the bank on that side of the road.

The other side of the road sloped downward slightly to a green pasture enclosed by a barbed-wire fence. Nothing but grass down that way, I thought.

Frustrated, I again told the Lord, There’s nothing here, Lord.

Then He said, Climb the bank.

So I walked around the car and began to make my way up the grassy slope to the top. When I got to the top of the slope, I saw a woman, sitting in a gazebo, about fifty yards away. The gazebo was close to a little white farm house. It was made of dark wood and stood out starkly against the white house. There were some other outbuildings and a barn on the opposite side of the house.

When I saw her, the Lord said, I want you to go tell her about being born again.

I was alarmed