Batteries Recharged - UBM [David Eells]

In January, the truck battery began to pull hard for starting power in the winter. For those of you who don't know northern Ohio weather, it can be quite cold and snowy. I thought at first it was the cold, for it had been in the teens and single digits much lately. But as time continued, it became progressively worse, to the point that the battery was being jumpstarted every other day. After hooking a battery charger to the battery to give it a full charge (2-3 times), it continued to lose power. I realized it wasn't the cold nor the alternator not performing its job.

Sitting in the truck one morning, talking with my Father about His promises, He and I prayed the prayer of agreement (Matthew 18:19), for I agreed with His Word. I never carried jumper cables, even during the time of the battery being dead daily. Everyday I praised the Lord that the battery was restored to full power and turned the key. I didn't automatically bring the cables out of the garage or pop the hood and make sure someone was at the house to jump me. After the battery was jumped, then I was dependent on the Father to keep it going all day, saying to the Father, "You're the only way I can get home". This continued for five (grace) months.

Then, in May, after a few weeks of manifesting the power continuously, I was getting in the truck to go home from work, turned the key and nothing, not even clicking, which would mean that there was not an ounce of life. After a conversation with the Father, I turned the key. Nothing again. Well, knowing and confessing in my heart that the battery was alive, I turned the key. Nothing. This cycle carried on for a bit. I called for Andrea (my daughter) to bring the jumpers so I could go home. Knowing this was a test, asking for His grace to maintain the correct confession, the truck battery was still fullly-powered. Now it was in reverse. Start the truck in the morning and dead at the end of work, call Andrea, jump it, go where was needed, then return home. Get up in the morning, go to work. After work, dead. I checked my heart, my thoughts, my actions for anything to repent. I checked my confession to see if I had given the spirit world something to hold to. That was not the case, so I held on to the confession of faith.

The motorcycle battery had a floating charge on it. I had hoped in March to begin to ride but the weather was not going to cooperate until May. I took the battery charger off and sat down to start it. It just groaned and thinking maybe I didn't put the cables on correctly, I tried again to charge it. I waited until the next day, jumped on, but it wouldn't turn over. This is a two-year-old battery. So I prayed over the battery and commanded it to be restored. It continued to not hold a charge, then one day it did. So off to work I went and after work, got on and pushed the electric start button. The battery just wouldn't turn it over. I said, "Father, I don't have any other way to get home". I tried to start it again and noticed that the battery was a little stronger; then the third time, again, stronger; the fourth time it turned the engine over and away I went, heading home. Praise the Lord!

I do have some scriptures the Father had brought to my attention; they are on hope:

{Rom.15:13} Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, in the Holy Spirit

{Heb.11:1} Now faith is the assurance of (things) hoped for, a conviction of things not seen

{1Jn.3:3,4} We know that, if He shall be manifested, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him even as He is. And everyone that hath this hope (set) on him purifieth himself, even as He is pure.

{Heb.3:6} But Christ as a son, over His house, whose house we are, if we hold fast our boldness and the glorying of our hope firm unto the end

So now it is June and I have fully charged batteries. PTL!

I have another testimony. Grant and I went to Mt. Vernon to my sister-in-law's house to get some woodchips for the garden. Grant had prayed for some articles for two of his projects, which he received. PTL!

I took Grant to his house to unload his 'stuff'. As we were unloading, my cell phone rang. I answered, then hung up. I set my phone on the top edge of the truck bed and forgot it. I backed the truck/trailer up and started to drive home. On the way, the Father reminded me where the phone was but I could not stop anywhere. There was traffic behind me and really no place to pull over; this is a bumpy road out in the country. I thought, "Well, Father, you know where it is. Please keep it safe". Then I pulled out onto a highway and was going 50 mph on a curvy road. I turned onto another road to the house, pulled into my driveway, got out of the truck and saw my phone right where I left it on the top edge of the truck bed. PTL! He is all provision.

I did the same thing with my sunglasses about three weeks ago (yes, I have it figured out) on a busy road. I had the trailer hooked up but they fell off and no one ran over them. I got down the road about 100 yards and the Father reminded me. I pulled over, walked back and found them on the road, cars driving over them. A lens popped out and went into the grass. I picked the glasses up and saw the lens by the reflection of the sun. I walked back to the truck praising the Lord. He is merciful and gracious. Oh, yeah, I have three tiny scratches on the right lens.

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