God restores severed fingers and held off the rain

The year is 1979. The place, a little community just south of Berkeley Springs, Wv. We were working in a trailer park, setting the first section of a house, of the two houses we were to install on foundations that day. The crane crew was there. The set crew was there and I was there to put the trailer sections into place where the crane could easily reach them. The crane had made the first pick, of the first trailer section onto the back half of the foundation and pulling away to get the second half. The I-beams, used to go beneath the section for lifting, had to be removed and placed under the second section. To make it easier, I drove the backhoe to the rear of the foundation, where the beams could be loaded onto it, and carried them to the next section.They were stacked, at a leaning position, on the bucket of the backhoe. I was on one end and a helper was on the othe end. We lifted one off onto the ground and was about to pick up the next one. I positioned my fingers under the beams lip, to lift it. But, before I had a chance to do that , the helper lifted first, turning the beam and causing it to slide down onto the one below. My fingers were caught between the two beams and my index and middle fingers were severed completely, with only anough sinew still remaiming to hold them on.

That day I had invited my friend, Eddie Clingerman, to come down to where we were working, to give the home owner a bid on the plumbing. Eddie and I were brand new Spirit Filled Christians and just learning the concepts of being filled with Gods Holy Spirit. Eddie was a gentle type person who had a special way of expressing hmself, about certain things. He had a "slang saying", like many people do, and it fit him to a tee. "My word", was what he would say in response to about everything.

This was on a monday morning about 10:00 and Eddie was hunkeded down on the outrigger of the crane, talking to the operator, that was waiting to hook to the second section. The operator was still getting over the weekend, as I remember, and had very red eyes. When the accident happened, I immediately headed up toward Eddie because I knew exactly where I needed to go and who to go to. When I neared his location he turned toward me, as I lifted my hand to him. The blood was shooting out the blood vessels, with every pump of my heart, in his direction. "My word", boy. What happened to you? "Pray, Eddie". I exclaimed in an intensive voice. Without another second going by, he reached out and took my hand, in the most gentle way, prayed the word on it like he had been doing it all morning. "Father"." I command this blood to stop and completely dry up, now"! "I speak healing to these fingers, for them to be restored to normal and the pain to cease now" Thank you Jesus. Amen. I was standing on the ground. Eddie was hunkered on the outrigger, praying. As he prayed, I was looking up to him and could watch the crane operator at the same time, sitting in the cab of the crane. When Eddie prayed."I command this blood to dry up", and it did, that operators eyes almost came out of his head. He might have been in the spirits all weekend but this was not the kind of Spirit he was accustomed to.

I turned to go around the end of the already set section, to the basement where my son Allen was and tell him what had happened. As I got to the front corner of the basement, I sensed something going on in my fingers. I hadn't gotten 40 feet away from Eddie yet. Anticipating what was happening, I slowly raised my hand so I might see, Just a little peek. What I saw was a miracle happening, in front of my eyes, and not 10 seconds after the prayer. The fingers were not severed any more. The blood was not shooting out any more. And what's more? The blood had complete dried up on my hand the same as if it were baked on. The two fingers were now twice the size of normal. They were all different colors of blue, black and red. But more important. They were not severed, or could I see any place where they had been. I continued on, toward where Allen was in the basement, and as I entered the basement door I saw him, and the others, huddled in a group toward the back and the guy that was helping me unload the beams was in the process of telling them how I had cut my fingers off. I walked straight over to them, as they all turned to see what my hand looked like. When I raised it up, so they could see clearly, they were now normal size and the discoloration had completely vanished. I said. See! God has healed them. They are not cut off any more. That guy, pushing the others aside, shoved himself toward me for a better look-see. He saw them cut off, and now they were not, and had to get a close up view. " What's going on here". He said.

We continued on and finished setting that house and moved about five miles to the next set which was on route #13, across from Mt. Olivet Church.While we were setting the first half, the skies got very dark because a thunder storm was brewing and coming fast. As they were hooking the second half, I was hurrying, getting things needed for this and that. I made a trip to the block pile, where my water jug was, for a drink. People had gathered to watch the set and there was a guy leaning against the block pile, with the most beautiful smile you ever saw. Someone yelled, "you won't get the second half set in time. Oh yes we will, I replied! In the name of Jesus we will. "Now Lord. Just hold the rain off long enough for us to get done", I prayed. I got a drink, and noticed the guy leaning against the blocks, just smiling the most agreeing smile you ever saw. ( Angel maybe) While walking (running probably) back toward the house , I glanced over toward the church to see what all the noise was over there. The trees were bending almost down to the ground, by the wind, and the rain was coming down so hard, one could hardly see the church and the church was only a couple hundred, maybe three hundred feet away. The second half was still in the air, heading in the right direction. Now, the crane was positioned on the west side of the house and was nearest the church. The operator had his back to the storm at this time and couldn't see what was happening. Someone told him to hurry up and he didn't know why. When they told him to look behind him, he stepped out of the cab, looked, and quickly re-entered to continue, in a quicker pace, or as much as possible, with the job condition. As the second half touched the foundation, I looked to the south, at a loud thunder clap, and saw the storm had moved around to that side also, and it was still blowing and pouring over at the church. Probably 20 minutes had elasped by this time and it still was calm and not raining where we were. The storm had closed in to the south and to where the bystanders had been watching, which caused them to get in their vehicles. We still had another 30 minutes of work before we could quit. The gap between the two sections still had to be closed up. All the crane stuff had to be loaded onto the support truck. Tools gathered up and put away. By this time the storm had come around and closed in on the east side so that we were competely surrounded with hard rain, wind, thunder and lighten, except for the north side, which was still open. The roof is now closed in good enough so the set crew can get off. The rest of us had put things away and we all got done about the same time as the crane was ready to leave. The crane driver was the last to finish and when he jumped into the cab and slammed the door, the storm fell in on us with a crash I got wet because I had to go the farthest to get to my pickup.

We got it done just in time, someone might say. Nobody can tell me things like this just happen. That storm stayed off us for almost 50 minutes and let us finish without the damage that might have been done, had it caught us and rained on us and the unfinished house.

Leaving the site, going north on route #13, I came to little bridge that crosses sleepy creek, when I heard a loud roaring noise, As I crossed the bridge, I could look out the back window, it wasn't drowned with water like the rest, and saw a wall of water coming down the stream, It was high enough to slap against the bridge abutment, to where the water splashed up into the air, as it hit.

Eddie and his wife, Martha, live in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma now and every time we see each other, we talk about this event. He tells me he has shares this event many times, to many different groups out there. I hope this will strengthen you in your walk with The God of our world and if you don't know Jesus as your saviour, I hope you will take the time to drop me an e-mail letter. I will surely return a message to you. Just put "miracle" as the topic.

Dale Truax - Berkeley Springs, - Wv. 25411 --- bucktail2@earthlink.net