As I walked along a tranquil riverwalk here in Florida, lost in intimate communion with the Holy Spirit, He drew my heart toward a simple yet profound question: What time is it?
In that sacred stillness, His voice resonated within me like a gentle whisper carried on the breeze—alive, personal, and unmistakably present. The moment hung there, charged with divine curiosity. Then, as if the heavens themselves orchestrated the reply, an elderly couple appeared on the path ahead, moving toward me with quiet grace. Just seconds after the Spirit’s question stirred my soul, the woman paused, glanced at her watch, and spoke the words aloud to her companion: “It’s 7:30.”
The alignment was breathtaking—a flawless, instantaneous echo from the unseen to the seen. In that fleeting convergence, the ordinary became miraculous: proof that the Creator of time itself bends low to speak personally, weaving threads of eternity into the fabric of a single heartbeat. My spirit soared with awe at His nearness, His attentiveness, and the tender, astonishing way He confirms His voice in the most unexpected symphony of life.
A few months ago, I lost a dear family member to a sudden heart attack. This came years after he received the Pfizer vaccine. What weighs heavily on my heart is that the Lord had spoken to me clearly years earlier—long before the shot—warning that he would one day die from a heart attack. It was a sobering word I carried quietly.
Yet even in that difficult moment, God’s mercy was evident. A medically trained person happened to be right there when it struck. They immediately began CPR, keeping his pulse going until emergency help arrived. He was rushed to the hospital and, praise God, survived the attack. Though he has since passed, that day of intervention reminded me how the Lord can extend grace even amid foretold hardship. This experience echoes another moment from many years ago. The Holy Spirit prompted me to gently tell a woman in our family circle that she had breast cancer—before any symptoms appeared and long before any test confirmed it. She listened, and a few months later her routine mammogram revealed an aggressive form of the disease. Because it was caught so early, doctors were able to remove it completely. She is still with us today, healthy and thriving. In both stories—one ending in earthly loss, the other in continued life—I see the same faithful God. He warns out of love, He guides with perfect timing, and He shows mercy in ways we can’t always predict. Through it all, His goodness remains unshakable. God is truly good.
Weeks ago in New York City, the Holy Spirit guided me to a powerful Jesus rally near Gracie Mansion. Two Muslim men ignited bombs, intent on murdering me and fellow believers in Christ. Yet in a stunning act of divine power, the explosives failed to detonate—completely silenced by God’s mighty hand. He heroically shielded us, thwarted death itself, and preserved our lives in that critical moment. What the enemy planned as destruction became undeniable proof of God’s sovereign protection. All glory to our mighty Deliverer who saves!