So, We finally got to get access to our van. 2 and a half months later. Its truy a miracle what God did in our lives.

I will always praise Him. I cant thank Him enough for what He has done.

At work everyone says that nobody should have walked out of that van. And praise the Lord everyone is alive today.

Some more pictures. 

The most amazing thing happened to me today. I was so surprised. One amazing day.

This morning after a rough night and not being able to get any sleep. I got up late to school. Only to know that I was early to my class and had some time to kill befor I was supposed to go take an exam. I tried figuring out where I had to take it at and the time ran out so fast with no time to study and not studing befor. I was walking out of the library as the librarian turns to me and wishes me a wonderful day.

I accepted it, although in my mind the thought that was running through " who are you kidding I am about to go take an exam. I am totally going to fail it." When I get to the teachers office. He hands me the exam and explains that it is a very hard exam and that many students found it very hard. And that there was a lot of material on there that was not covered in class. He wished me luck and left.

As I was looking through the test and realized that I knew nothing on there I said a small prayer.

                             " God please help me. You are the only one that can. "

Little did I know that I was going to zoom through the test. Finished it with time to spare. I took it back to my instructor who was going over the exam with the whole class. As I listened I felt so scared yet so confident in myself.

Not even an hour later I get a message from my teacher if I want to come pick up my exam I am more than welcome to and a score on the bottom of the email.

79 out of 81. I just jumped from joy. There were no words to fill my heart.

God is AMAZING. EVERY time.

I see what I made in your mother's womb
And I see the day I fell in love with you
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father's fingerprints
I see your story, I see My nameWritten on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shameI see the reason I cameI came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you

Beautiful Song.... It touched my heart so I hope it touches yours.

I have heard this girl sing a few songs, they were all so beautiful. But this one is just amazing. It really touched my heart. and even today what our family is going through a simple song with so much meaning pushes us through so much. Beautiful.

Who would ever think that all it takes is a second, for your life to come to an end. On August 5^th 2012, God let our family go through what turned out to be a miracle. The day started off as a huge celebration.  Our younger brother was getting baptized on his 18^th birthday.  At around 7 30 pm my sister received a call inviting us all to a bon fire. She called our father to see if it was alright, and was told that if we come home at 11 30 we could go because the next day was a work day. Little did we know that we wouldn’t be home until the next day and some not for a few more days. There were seven siblings from our family and two friends. Excitement was in the air, laughter and smiling. As we were driving, a raccoon jumped out to cross the road. Emiliya swerved and braked as not to hit it. I put on my shoes and look up to see headlights jump out on to our lane and speed toward us. “Milya!!!!” Just a few minutes away from our destination, with nowhere to go the driver, Emiliya, tried to move as much to the side as she possibly could. There’s a loud bang as the car hit us. Our van flies into the air. Screams everywhere; you see everyone flying; feel every hit; wishing it would all speed up and just finish. I watch as the window cracks with spider vein like cracks, slowly bending until it all breaks and falls apart like snow but deadly. We landed in the ditch at the side of the road. There’s moaning, some yells for everyone to get out. The passenger fell out her window as she tried to climb out. One back passenger climbed out the window she broke while we were flipping. The rest climbed out the back. My younger sister called the police and had some stranger call home. My brother made sure everyone who could get out was out. I stayed in the van with my broken arm talking with Emiliya making sure she stayed conscious. She kept trying to get out and yelling: “you guys get me out of here”, “somebody help me”, and “I can’t take this anymore”.  My sisters were praying all seated by the side of the road each holding an arm, side or leg. Our friend Anastasia, who sat in the passenger seat, was really scared and hurting as my sister tried to calm her down and keep an eye on our younger sisters. As the police arrived it turned into a flow of never ending questions. “What’s your name?” “How old are you?” “What is the driver’s name?” and so on. At the time I didn’t realize the importance of these questions. I wanted all of it to stop. Somehow for all of it to wind back up and happen differently. I was on the second ambulance to the hospital. As they put me on the stretcher I didn’t feel my pain, I was busy thinking about my sisters. The ride to the hospital was probably a torture for the EMT’s for it was my turn to ask questions: “How’s my sister the driver?” “Are they all going to be ok?” “Did they get my sister out yet?” “Where are they taking my siblings?” “Have they notified my parents?” it seemed like there was nothing they said could calm me down. We seemed to fly into the ER area where I was met by nurses who took me to a room where I would be helped by doctors. As they made their way down the hallways with me I could hear my parent’s voices. They were so close yet so far away.  Lying on the bed they connected me to computers, I was wired up with a cuff on my arm. But the only thing that kept coming back to my mind was “How is my sister?” After all the x-rays were taken and tests have been run, I was put into my very own room with my arm in a cast. It wasn’t until early the next morning that I found out how my sisters were and how everyone was. Emiliya had an operation as soon as she came. Her left leg had nine staples below the knee, her right knee cap was cracked in half and her right foot was crushed in three places. She had broken ribs on her right side and punctured her liver, fractured hips as well as spine. I had a broken arm, a hole on one leg, bumps and bruises. My younger sister, Galina had hurt her right knee and left ankle. Our brother, Veniamin had just a few minor bumps and bruises. Yuliya had a laceration on her right leg and hurt her knee and ankle. Eleonora sprained both knees. Kristina got away with a few bumps and bruises as well. Our friends, Anastasia and Alyona, had a pretty good scare and were also blessed to leave the accident with a few bumps and bruises. God had blessed our lives and shown us miracles helping us through this. It has made our family closer and stronger. Yes, this did take an emotional toll on everyone in our family as well as in the crash. But God has given us the strength and courage to get back up again. He has given us healing and love, to show that we are His children and He is there for us. Don’t wait for a something big to happen in your life to give it meaning. Give your life meaning so something big could happen.

  

Hi All,

Today I have something I want to share. As I am sitting here I am listening to the radio and there is this really amazing song playing, The words are saying there are so many stars in this world, and we are not able to count it all. We need to be able to trust in the Lord because He did not give up on us and through everything He continues to bless us. Very powerful strong.

But I was going to write about something else. For the past 4 weeks in our youth we had the topic of how to serve God? There were so many preachings and testimonies, and they were all very strong.

Yesterday as I was cleaning out the garden with my sisters. We were pulling out all the weeds. My dad told us to be carefull of what we rip out and the stuff that needed to get ripped out should be ripped out with the root or it will star growwing again. And that made me think. In our daily lives what does not let us connect with God. Or what is in the way? We have to pull out those things. And we have to get rid of it all the way. Not just get the top off. Getting the top off allowes it to come back in. But when you get the root out. it stops growing. And if we truly want to be able to serve God with the bottoms of our hearts. We have to be able to remove all the weeds in our lives.

I hope that this will come to some use to someone. And if not thats okay because I learned something out of this lesson... :)

SO......

Tonight right before going to bed I want to share a small testimony of something that happened to me a few days ago.

 I was at camp out of state visiting another church and on friday we had a lot of fun playing games and diffrent competitions. And came dinner time, I was not at all feeling good. I wasnt sure what was wrong but i had the hugest head ace on earth. I couldnt even focus..... We were in church service and the preacher was saying things that really touched me. And we had a few diffrent prayers. The last one was about people that were sick. I went up there. I beleived that Our Amazing God can heal. I prayed and I was prayed for. After the prayer even though I beleived that I was better I decided I should go take a rest anyways. This was at about 1130 at night. At the time I was the only one that was heading to sleep. I heard all the girls come in later that night. But i couldnt sleep. I didnt know what was bugging me. I still had that huge headache. And things got only worse.

I felt like something was turning in my body. I wasnt sure if it was maybe something I ate that day or maybe the water that I drank. But i could not sleep. I kept turning and twisting. Until I finally decided to get up and go for a walk. I walked around for a few minutes. And then I found a quiet place and I just prayed. I told God exactly what was on my heart. " God, I want to pray to you, and I want to be able to be touched by You, But its so hard when you have something going on and thats what your mind focuses on. I want You to heal me. And I know that You are the only one that can do that. I beleive that You are going to heal me." I finished praying and went back to bed. It was three in the morning.

The next morning I got up and I didnt feel anything I wasnt tired. I was feeling wonderful. I really felt that the healing came from God. And I praise Him that everything is good. I am healthy and alive to be serving Him today.

Night.