One always remembers the first miracle they witnessed: the first time they realized without a doubt that God was GOD and more powerful than any other.
During my high school years, we lived in a war zone as the country to the south of us, Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), was in a war for independence.
The blacks were fighting for independence from white rule and their base camps were in Zambia, one being just a quarter mile from our farm. Because we were white, we were automatically suspected of being spies.
To read the rest of this post, please go here. I am a guest writer at Beautiful Mommy Feet with my friend Melissa. It is an honor to be featured at Melissa's blog as I have come to know her as a true woman of God. She is doing a series this month called 12 Stones. These posts are all dedicated to remembering when God showed himself as God. Please take a moment to go over to Melissa's blog and read the rest of the post. Thank you!