My story with one that just happened in December 2020. My husband started getting sick with just a little cough on November 5, by November 12 we were at the emergency room with lethargic, feverish, and was sent home. Seven days later we were back at the ER again, they admitted him and his test had come back positive from the 12th with covid. He was in the ICU for 14 days, and post critical care for four days. On the third day of him being in the ICU, I looked out the window and saw the ventilator and about 12 to 15 nurses and doctors looking into his room. I grabbed my phone, called my friend because I know our Facebook ad says it’s two or more stand together, And I just prayed and prayed and prayed. After about five minutes of me being on my knees I got up turned around the ventilator and all the doctors and nurses were gone. My husband’s oxygen level with back up into the 80s and from that point on I know our heavenly father touched him and saved my husband. I’m not sure what they still have to do on earth, But our God is not done with him yet. That’s my story of hope. Blessings, Amy

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