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RIDING THROUGH THE STORM

We have several senses. Are yours ever used? Have you been to a blessed place to see Jesus? Do you even hear HIS call? After each storm theres a mist in the air and you can actually smell and taste that HE's been there. Do you want to go? Wouldn't you like to know?

Then see what you've been missing stop by this new website www.QCleSurvivesTheStorm.com

See the hand that HE has taken hold of in Sister Clevette Harris aka Queen Cle.
Her hearts desire is to give comfort, peace, and joy. Her writings will do just that if not more.

An Excerpt From Through The Storm

FAITH IS MAKING THE EXTRAORDINARY ORDINARY

This is a heart touching story; extraordinary, but it is my testimony. As you know, I suffered with seizures. On Friday, July 22, 2005, I went with my friend, Coretta, to a church service. It was Women’s Night. There were four female ministers present, who told their life story and gave their testimonies. Between each minister, a different woman sang, sounding like an angel from above.

“Come so I can pray for you.” Well, my thoughts were I hope she is talking about someone else, but then she said, “Coretta, who is your friend? I want to pray for her.” I said, “Oh my God.” It is at that point Coretta tells me, “I told you she was a prophet.” She told me that I had been down some of the same roads but the Lord was going to take me down a different path this time and she started praying. In the midst of her prayer she stopped and said, “I feel something really strong about changes in your career.” So I told her that I just went on disability and she said I am not suppose to be on disability. She asked what I did, I told her about my job at the collection company and she said that I would have another career.

Maybe I should have told her about my seizures. As soon as they ended, I jumped straight from my seat and went to her. As I approached, she embraced me stating that I was blessed. I smiled, thanking her and began to tell her about the unexplained seizures that came into my life in September 2000. I told her how they had gotten worse and about the surgeries I have had. Before I could finish she shouted, “THE DEVIL IS A LIAR!” She said that she would pray for me. As she grasped my hands, she asked everyone to please give her a moment because she needed to pray for this lady. She began to pray. As she was praying, she said she could feel the seizures and she put her arms around my body. With a continual prayer, she restated that she could feel them and her hands moved to each side of my head. Through the prayer, and the force of her hands, I was waiting for something to come out. There again, she moved her hands and said, “HERE, THERE THEY ARE,” with her hands just above each brow.......