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This faith-filled memoir collects twenty-four true stories showing how prayer, trust, and small acts of obedience unlock surprising miracles—from healing and rescues to everyday provisions. Although aimed at Christian women, its insights ring true for anyone attuned to the quiet nuances of spiritual life, proving God still moves mountains today.
“All profits from the sale of the book goes to Stonecroft Women’s Ministry. “
Reading Susan’s stories felt like coffee with a trusted friend. Each chapter nudged me to notice quiet moments where God shows up. I finished believing my ordinary days could still host miracles. Highly recommended if your faith needs a fresh breath of air.
These stories reminded me that God isn’t confined to church pews; He’s in traffic jams, doctor visits, and yard sales. Susan writes with warmth, wit, and faith. After finishing, I found myself listening harder for divine whispers in daily life.
Susan’s honesty grabbed me from page one. She doesn’t gloss over pain; instead, she laces every setback with hope and humor.
Peek inside the pages to glimpse real-life miracles, practical faith lessons, and hope awaiting you.
When the wedding venue cancels at the eleventh hour, prayer becomes the compass. In God’s perfect timing, what seemed like a disaster transforms into a powerful testimony of provision and trust.
Workplace intimidation fosters resilience—like a diamond forged under pressure. Through grace and faith, Susan forgives her antagonist and holds fast to God. The trial becomes a crucible for character, unveiling the brilliance of unwavering faith and a surprising outcome.
Late one evening, Susan felt a tug—a silent whisper that stirred her soul. Urged by a presence she couldn't ignore, she dialed a number she’d never seen before. When a stranger answered, she spoke boldly, her voice trembling with certainty, healing is on its way.
Stage four stomach cancer. The odds? Grim. Treatments gave little hope. Pain clung to her days like shadow to dusk. Then one night, voices rose—not of despair, but of fierce, burning intercession. Praying with a force that felt like heaven leaning in with the power of God.
