About Jesus - Steve Sweetman
You may remember that it
was a Saturday evening in March of 1992 when Mrs. Fisk opened a box in her
attic that had been shut tight since the late 1970's.
On top of everything in the box was my wedding invitation I had
sent her in 1977. To her
surprise Jesus told her to put the invitation on her mantle and pray for
Steve. The request puzzled her
but she did as she was told.
The next day after
arriving home from a Sunday morning service I sat on our love seat where
love was no longer found. I
sat speechless, numb, and void of all feelings and emotions.
I knew this day would come, and here it was, right after a church
meeting. A few sentences from
her lips made it clear. It was
over. In a quiet, subdued,
emotionless but confident voice I replied, "You may leave our
marriage but I will not leave our home."
A few hours later in a
Sunday evening service that my friend Jim seldom attended an elderly lady
approached him. "Are you
The following day, on Tuesday,
saddened state of mind I sat alone on a bench in our local mall.
A faint voice from behind me asked, "Are you
In the hustle and bustle
of the mall Mrs. Fisk shared how she found my wedding invitation and that
Jesus asked her to pray for me. She
then spoke the word of the Lord. "Steve,
Jesus told me to tell you that you will always have shoes on your feet and
a roof over your head." Right
there in the mall, the tears began to flow.
The timing of this prophecy was beyond amazing.
My world was spiraling
down into one potential loss after another.
I'm legally blind. I
walk everywhere. I need shoes
on my feet, and I need money to buy the shoes.
I also needed a miracle to keep the roof over my head.
Within the year Jesus provided the miracle in the form of a
$33,000.00 gift. For the
record, 24 years later I'm still wearing shoes and I still have the same roof over my
head, but there's more.
Fast forward 24 years to
December 2015. I was not
envisioning or anticipating any change in my life concerning church, but
through a few timely, unexpected, and apparently Holy Spirit initiated
turn of events, my wife who I had married in 1995, and I sat in a Sunday
service that we had never attended. Prior
to the singing of the first song the lady ahead of us turned and asked me, "Are you
After the service I
related to Lynda how her mom found my wedding invitation and the events
leading to her speaking the word of the Lord to me.
She concluded that the only reason she could have possibly
recognized me was from the picture on my wedding invitation that she must
have seen while going through her mother's possessions after her death.
Once again I shed a couple tears as we embraced, but there's more.
A couple of Sunday's
later Lynda gave me a book of poetry her mom had written.
The next day I randomly turned to a page in the middle of the book.
I was shocked. The very
first word I read was the word "shoes".
Yes shoes, as in shoes on my feet.
prophetic word had reappeared, along with a strong sense of the presence
of Jesus, but there's more.
Two days later I reopened Mrs. Fisk's book and read the first poem entitled "The Golden Days". The first line reads, "The golden year is sixty five". Can you believe it? I'm in my 65th year. The poem ends with, "There never was a greater time for your creative vibe, than all the special golden days, since you turned sixty five!"
The timing of Mrs. Fisk
finding my wedding invitation, Jesus telling her to pray for me, the
finality of my marriage ending the next day, Jim meeting Mrs. Fisk in the
evening, me meeting her on Tuesday, and now 24 years later me meeting Lynda
and reading her mom's book is miraculous.
The prophetic word Mrs. Fisk spoke to me was exactly what I needed
at that precise moment and appears to be what I need at this present moment.
The fact that she had not seen me for at least 13 years and had no
clue how or when she would ever see me again, but did, was a miracle.
Jesus asking Mrs. Fisk to pray for me when He knew my situation demonstrates the importance of prayer in implementing God's plans.
Maneuvering people and events through multiple circumstances, 24 years
apart is incredible. The prophetic word from the lips of a
prayer warrior is still impacting my life decades later. I can't help but wonder that
this might not be the end of the story.