Miracle Monday #8 Cami’s miracle story

Psalm 40

I would hear the word “miracle”, and my mind would immediately be filled with images of parting seas, the dead walking out of graves, storms calming at the sound of Jesus’ voice and countless other unexplainable events. But I never thought that one day I’d actually experience one in my own life.
When I was 19 I had the amazing opportunity to move from my home in Brazil to the other side of the world... Sydney Australia, surreal I know.
I would find myself with little bruises from all the times I’d pinch my arms to check if this was really happening --  studying songwriting at HILC (Hillsong)!
I went to study for a year and the experience was so amazing and God so good that I was able to go to school for a second year, heavily supported by my family and relying on a couple of jobs. Though I had the support coming in and the work, I was not a very good steward and towards the end of my second year I found myself with no money, and too proud to tell anyone that my pantry was empty and I was eating around one meal a day.
I remembered at one point calling my parents and finally asking if they had any extra money to send and they unfortunately didn’t, but they said they would pray that God would provide for me. To be honest at the time, I was in a pretty dark place in my overseas experience and the thought of them praying did not fill me up with hope and faith like it would have at the beginning, instead it just felt like words that were meant to comfort me.
I soon found out that I was totally wrong...
A little bit after that phone call I spoke to my family again, still in the same situation but trying to keep my head up for their sake. On Sunday I went to church and served in the morning, and as always there was breakfast for the staff and I had a little to eat, then in the afternoon I slept to recover from the 5am wake up time. That evening I remember almost not going, but then I just felt this pull, and along with that I remember that this particular Sunday I went alone.
I couldn’t tell you who preached or on what they did, I can’t remember the worship set, and that is strange because these are things I normally remember, I can remember the first message I heard went I went there for the first time in 2017 and who preached it.
As the service ended I walked out into the garage foyer area and was just kind of floating, hoping not to be noticed. A friend of mine who was working at the coffee stand said hi, and so I went over to chat, after a little bit I realized that a line had formed behind me and embarrassed I quickly tried to exit the conversation and leave. I glanced at the price of the food they were selling that night and knew I didn’t even have the three dollars it cost to buy one for myself, before I could leave I heard a voice behind me say “I want three orders and I’ll get her’s as well”.
I turned around and was surprised to be facing a man that looked oddly like my father. I tried to say “no”, but he insisted and that was that. That meal would have on a regular “plentiful” day had been just a snack, but for me it ended up being dinner and then lunch the next day. I was happy to have something tasty to eat but didn’t really think anything of it, just kind of thanked God for it and went on with life.
The next day I got an impromptu call from my dad, he said hi and then after proceeded to ask a pretty specific question “did anyone give you or buy you dinner last night?”, I said yes and then heard my parents celebrating on the other side.
Through tears my father explained that the night before my mother had been cooking and instead of eating he had decided to fast and pray that God would bring me food in some way, he prayed and decided he wouldn’t eat until I had received food, and around 12 hours later a man had bought me dinner and essentially lunch. We all cried together and celebrated.
The miracle didn’t stop there...
The next week, in a Bible study group with friends we began talking about food, what was our favorite, what we liked cooking with etc. I went home that day hungry, having spoken about my favorite foods and now having to stare into an empty pantry, I laid in my bed and cried, I cried about a lot of things, how the whole in my stomach wasn’t the only emptiness I felt. I remember speaking aloud to God and just telling him how lonely I felt, and then I heard my doorbell ring.
I got up, dried my face and went to the door, my friend said I had forgotten something at the caffe we were at and wanted to return it. I let her up but when she came to the door she was not alone.
Instead the whole group stood there, with bags of groceries, not just any groceries, but ALL the things I had mentioned during the talk we had had before. This may not have been the feeding of the five thousand, but as I have come to learn, God takes care of the one in the ninety nine.This is the story of how he filled me up, not only with food but with hope in the darkest of times.
I just cried and thanked them and thanked God.
If you remember nothing from this story just remember that prayer has power, speaking to God is not a one way conversation. Jesus is the great listener and tear collector, let Him water a garden with your pain, watch it grow as His plans for you unfold and bloom.
Psalm 40:1-4 “I waited and waited and waited some more, patiently, knowing God would come through for me. Then at last, He bent down and listened to my cry. He stooped down to lift me out of danger from the desolate pit I was in, out of the muddy mess I had fallen into. Now He’s lifted me up into a firm, secure place and steadied me while I walk along His ascending path. A new song for a new day rises up in me every time I think about how He breaks through for me! Ecstatic praise pours out of my mouth until everyone hears how God has set me free. Many will see Him; they’ll stand in awe of God and fall in love with Him!” TPT

My name is Cami Latham and this is another one of my miracle stories.

1 Comment

Caity Curry - March 31st, 2021 at 12:54pm

Amazing... Ah gives me chills! I absolutely believe it! He has done similar for me time and time again, so this story is so real and connective for me! I appreciate your vulnerability, love you girl.




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