I kept strumming, adding a little twist: He’s got all three Berry boys in His hands. Words are powerful. We never know when they will reach someone’s heart. 

My point, however, is not to dwell on the horror of what happened, but what has happened within the country since.

After 5 years of Atrial Fibrillation, heart arrythmia, basically 2 episodes every year, God surprised and delighted me with supernatural healing.

I suffered whiplash injuries that developed years later into debilitating migraines and back pain from pinched nerves.

After a while, I had a strong feeling that I should tell them to get off the bridge.

You can only imagine the young salesgirl’s look of relief when we marched confidently into the shop that very same day, returning her ‘lost and found’ engagement ring.

However, repetitively, and unrelentingly it came again “Send Joy 9 cents!”

The doctor, both a well-known and highly respected ophthalmic specialist, explained to my parents that after removing the splinter, my eye would need to be removed.

“Not a scratch, not a bruise, not a cry…nothing.”

Inside the cover, in childish handwriting, was my name. I remembered that little Bible well. It was most appealing, so tiny and cute, to my 7-year-old self. It had come from Mrs Butler’s house many years ago.

Terry and I married in August 1973 and had our first child Nicky in February 1975. Sadly, Nicky was born with a hole in his heart and consequently was always very sick

After 5 years of medical interventions and observations, the health experts said, “You are the luckiest man alive."

This is one birthday worth remembering.

On awakening the next morning and subsequent mornings after that, I realized that I had absolutely no desire, at all, to gamble or drink.

Anxious eyes fixed on mine, as they ran along next to the trolley, which was being rapidly wheeled by the emergency room staff into the operating theatre.

The article’s title was in large bold print: Miracle Baby!

Miracles? I have survived falling 8 meters off a pier in southern Western Australia in the middle of winter, a dual aneurism operation and life with two older brothers.

About 9 years ago (2011), my health started to decline and I started a battle with dust mite allergies. I would break out in hives all the time and became dependent on antihistamines to get through each day.

I didn’t believe the spots on the windscreen were rain at first … The lesson is ‘when a child prays for rain, mothers shouldn’t doubt’.

Who can help? This is a story about hearing God's voice in a brand new way and for something that, to be honest, I never really thought He would actually care to speak into.