Encountered by a Miracle of Jesus’ love

My name is Vachiravan Vanlaeiad. I was
born in Bangkok, Thailand. My grandmother was Thai and my
grandfather Chinese. My parents were separated and finally divorced
when I was an infant (according to my late grandmother, my mother
left me in a room, alone and unattended as a vengeance to my father
because he was extremely abusive and very cruel to her). However, I
was rescued by my grandmother, and was raised up and nurtured by her
in a very loving plus extra-highly protective way. I was the apple
of her eye. She always took me to a Buddhist temple to make merit,
and taught and urged me to pray so hard to the Buddha images placed
on the altar above my bed. She repeatedly told me that in my former
life I had made many sins so, as a half-orphan, I was making
repayment for them in this present life. However, every time I went
to the temple to give food to the monks, I (as a little girl) had bad
impression, seeing and hearing the followers of the Lord Buddha
gossiping and slandering each other. I then absolutely ignored my
grandmother’s teachings and admonitions about doing good deeds and
praying a lot to make my present and, maybe, future life better.
However, my grandmother had been the center of my universe until I
was 12 years old when she died.

 

My world fell apart when my grandmother
died of cancer. I remembered crying and worrying and murmuring while
pushing a cart bearing her coffin around the monastery for three
times or so as the Buddhist funeral rite demanded. I cried so hard,
talking to myself (and maybe to God above, at that time I didn’t
know Him): What should I do to my life? Who would take care of me
from now on? Who would love me as my grandmother did? After her
death, I was revenged and abused, both verbally and physically, by my
relatives, especially my in-laws who had accused my grandmother of
loving and caring for me much more than their kids who were also her
nieces and nephews. Sometimes I was so depressed and distressed that
I had to go to the backyard to talk and cry to the sky: Is there
anyone above who loves and understands me? Is there someone over
there who cares for me? Sometimes I went so far as to attempt
suicide but was rescued from an invisible hand! While striving in my
extremely, lonely and hard life, I had a chance to complete a Bible
course (by mail and free of charge). So knowledge about God was so
filled my head (but not my heart) that one day I looked up to the sky
talking to God (now I knew there’s someone in the sky loving and
caring for me, and also hearing and listening to my cries.): “I
will not go to church by myself, if you want me to go, you have to
send someone to bring me there.” I’m kind of very stubborn and
highly self-confident.

 

Thank God that I was rescued again by
some of my uncles who extended their hands to raise me up and gave me
enough education (Bachelor’s and latterly Master’s) to maintain
my life while struggling to survive in this wide world. After
graduation from a university in Bangkok, I got a job. I then totally
forgot the day I talked to God about going to church. Now that I had
an independent life with a degree, a job, and an attractive
personality, I started to indulge myself. I had had relationships
with many guys (one at a time), especially with the ones much older
than me (unfortunately, they were already married!) in order to fill
a hole or gap in my heart (that is my extreme yearning and longing
for LOVE). I drank, I danced, and I did everything wild. One day a
Christian couple took me to a church. At that time I immediately
thought of the day I told God to bring me to church (that was 10
years ago). I then opened my heart to accept Jesus Christ as my
personal Savior and Helper right there and on my first day at church.
I remembered crying all the time while having been prayed over by
many Christians. Even long after that I couldn’t stop crying.
Since then I have realized that nothing of this world: men, sex,
alcohol, discotheque, bar, pub, etc., could never, ever fill my
heart’s inner void opened (by God) since the day I was born.

 

My story does not end here. The
following is the climax of this testimony…

During November 1995, while I was
working as a secretary to two officers at World Health Organization
in Nonthburi Province (a neighboring province of Bangkok), I had once
more encountered with Jesus’ love. This time is the sweetest
experience of God’s love I have ever had, both before and since
then.

 

Being Christian for about six years
(and a the same time being self-confident, independent, and highly
stubborn – I think this is the result of having a very tough life), I
had confronted with a big challenge in my life. At that time I was
young and inexperienced, the problem I confronted may not be that BIG
to some of you. However, I never told, consulted, or asked for any
help from any soul. Wanting to test God’s love, I shut my one-room
apartment door tightly (including my mouth), never seeing or being
seen nor calling or being called by anyone regarding my problem. My
apartment was located nearby my work place. Every evening after
coming back from work, and before going to bed, I would pray and cry,
opening my whole heart out to God for help. I had cried myself to
sleep every night for nearly a month but God seemed to be absolutely
silent. I was so distressed, but never once thought of giving up
praying or even committing suicide.

 

I then changed my prayers from pleading
for help from God to reproving Jesus (at that time I’m kind of
willful and selfish since I almost always got what I prayed for),
claiming some Bible verses and His sayings: “Jesus, you said in the
Bible you love me. You said that you love the orphans. I’m an
orphan and I never turn to anybody for help, so you should help me.
If you love me, why don’t you answer my prayers. Maybe you don’t
love me anymore!” I cried and prayed in this manner for another
two or three weeks. Still, there’s no answer or even a small clue
from God.

 

This time I was so disheartened and
distressed that one day I had submitted my business leave to my
bosses for one day leave (the next day) from work since I didn’t
have a heart to go to work anymore. I had made the decision to tell
someone about my problem (if God did not help me so I had to seek
help from human being) and I choose one of my friends who’s working
at a church in Bangkok. On the morning of my appointment day, I woke
up at about 5:30 am to prepare myself for traveling from Nonthaburi
to Bangkok. As soon as I woke up, still slumbering, I found a
brand-new plastic playing card (Jack of hearts) lying on the floor
nearby the foot of my twin bed (which is almost the middle of my
apartment room). At first I was perplexed seeing a play card inside
my room as I was not a gambler or even a card player, and I hated
gambling! My first response was immediately picking the card up and
put it on one of my bookshelves because I had to hurry up to meet
with my friend in Bangkok. While taking a bath and dressing myself
very quickly, I forgot everything including that card. However, when
I was on a taxi on a very long journey to my destination through
heavy traffic jams during rush hours, I had more than enough time to
think about the card. How come that card got into my apartment, and
especially right into the middle of my room? And it’s a Jack of
hearts. Moreover, a brand-new plastic Jack of hearts! Was it
possible that Jack referred to Jesus and hearts His love? I had
prayed so hard for nearly two months, asking for help from God and
went so far as reproaching Jesus that He didn’t love me because He
didn’t answer my prayers of so long a time. And was this his way
of responding to my prayers that he loved me? If not, why a Jack of
hearts?

 

However, I’d tried so hard to solve
that riddle with various scientific methods, including the
probability theory (someone recently told me that when you encounter
with a miracle, you didn’t believe it at first no matter how hard
you have prayed for it!). That day I saw my friend but didn’t tell
her about my problem. Instead, I apologized and said good-bye to her
and rushed back to my place, claiming having an urgent matter to tend
to, in order to solve all my puzzles about the card.

 

Firstly, the probability theory of 52
cards in one set. Someone walking pass my apartment door must drop
off “unintentionally” ONE card from his set during the night I
was sleeping and that card had slipped into my place through the
little space under the door, and right into the middle of my room (at
the foot of my twin bed). I said “unintentionally” because not a
soul (except the Holy Spirit) knew about my problem and what I had
prayed for for nearly two months. But why a Jack of hearts? So the
card is the probability of 52:1.

 

Secondly, how come that card could slip
through the little space right into the middle of my room? My
apartment was NOT air-conditioned. The landlord had provided one BIG
electric ceiling fan to each room (it was installed in the middle of
the room’s ceiling). I was very sensitive to hot weather, thus
quickly addicted to the fan. First thing when coming into my room, I
turned on the fan and last thing I did before leaving the room was to
turn it off. And to make sure that each night my sleep was sweet, I
must turn on the fan at level 3 (the coolest level) before going to
bed. So how could someone slip that so very thin card right through
under my apartment door into the middle of my room (against that
highly powerful winds)?

 

I then proceeded with my experiment to
see whether the card could slip right through to the middle of my
room: I stood outside in front of my apartment door (with the door
shut and the fan operating inside the room at level 3 – the coolest
level), and tried to slip the card through the space under the door.
The card could go as far as the other side of the door with its face
upside down. The card could not go as far as the middle of the room
because of high wind power from the fan. If I slipped the card with
the face on, it would be at the other side (of the door) with its
face down. And vice versa (you can try this experiment at your place
to prove my words).

 

My solutions:

This is a great miracle of Jesus,
confirming His genuine and unconditional love to me who was deprived
of LOVE, because:

(1) the probability of 52:1, and that
card was a brand-new plastic Jack of hearts.

(2) the card was intentionally and
successfully slipped through the space under the door into the middle
of my room (this is not man-made, I’m 100% sure).

(3) this incident happened on the day
that I was so very distraught, dismayed, distressed, discouraged, and
disheartened that I had to take business leave from work, having no
heart to work or do anything anymore.

 

However, not long after that incident
God had answered my prayers. He had me wait for nearly two months to
teach patience to me who was so impatient and willful. I’m still
struggling with my new challenges (which are much bigger and harder
than the one I testified to). However, I know that all things work
together for the good of those who love God. Please pray for my
strength to strive through these challenges and would eventually
someday emerge triumphantly. To God be the glory and honor forever
and ever.

 

I certify that this testimony is true
to my knowledge. I had also attached the picture of the card which
is coated with plastic (for the second time) because of some cracks
due to long passage of time. You can contact me at my email:
[email protected],
for further proofs. Please also feel free to disseminate my
testimony, for the glory of God the Father, God the Son – Jesus, and
God the Holy Spirit.

Jack of Hearts

May God bless you and thank you for all
the testimonies I’ve read on this website. They have sustained me
and strengthened my faith during these very tough times I’ve been
striving through.

 

Vachiravan Vanlaeiad

Bangkok, Thailand.

 

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  1. I’ve already read your story. It made me think back to my past many years ago. Before knowing Jesus, I had constantly consoled and encouraged myself to strive on. Since knowing Jesus, I also have constantly encouraged my self to hold tightly to Jesus to be my strenght.

    If without Jesus, I wouldn’t have been myself today.

    Vachiravan

  2. jill rhodge says:

    I was really affected by your story. I can see myself in this situation. I was a trash, a rag but then God transformed me into someone who is worthy. I am just so blessed and honored that God chose me to be one of HIS daughters.

    Praise the HOLY GOD!

    A million thanks will never be enough for the things HE has been doing since I was small.

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