by Michael Seewald
Well, I've decided to add a new page in honor of my God, Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ, his Father Yahweh (aka God, God the Father, the Lord, the
God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, YAHUSHA the Son of the living Adonai of
Ysrael YAHUHA) and also the Holy Spirit (aka Holy Ghost, the Comforter).
One God, but three 'persons', aka 'the trinity (don't ask me how it works,
I just know it/He/they do/does).
In honor of
what? In honor of so many miracles, aka, answered prayer. I have so much
answered prayer that I named my bass boat 'the Answered Prayer'. I know
one thing, GOD loves us, and LOVES to answer our prayers. Not so much as
some nutty TV evangelists who are actually clueless and deceivers of folks
that the Lord wants us all rich and famous and driving brand new SUV or
Porsche's, but that he wants to make sure we have the basic needs of life,
and quite a few blessings of 'extra things' too, MAYBE, including
miraculous healings, but then again, sometimes not for the 'bigger
picture' or plan he has for our lives, like sometimes dying sooner than
later so we can enjoy Him face to face- not a bad thing for a believer
and because, the best thing He gave us, for us believers, is eternal
salvation through the free gift of Jesus' dying for our sins on the cross,
naked and alone! What better gift could you want. Now I know, that alone
is enough to get me excited, and I didn't always believe it, but his
answering prayers to PROVE to me that HE was real, way back when I was
'searching' led me to believe I could trust in Him, and His word, which he
proclaims never comes back void- Halleluiah!
good to write things down so we don't forget the blessings when times get
tough and we wonder, it's only natural and human, if we really are loved
by this God in Heaven like we thought we were. Even the Jewish
nation constantly put reminders up to remind them of God's deliverance,
even Passover was meant to remind them yearly. Anyway, blessings to all
who believe, and may those that don't be encouraged that by giving your
life to Christ it will be the most exciting thing you could have ever
done- what's more important that eternal salvation? "Nada" as my Mexican
friends would say.
PS I love thanking the lord, and I do so a lot with my acronym TUL (Thank
Answered prayer, or, 'How BIG is your
First posted on WesternBass fishing website, with byline "by Otay
Michael", my user name on this and many fishing sites as I grew up fishing
Otay Lake in Chula Vista, Calif.
» Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:18 am
Does God answer 'small prayers'?
AKA The miracle of the
Well, I had God answer another prayer for me, another
'miracle?'. I'll let you decide, but I think so. But funny, I had this
discussion with a fellow believer three weeks ago, on answered prayer. We
both believe in a God, and that Jesus is part of the Trinity. Now we can't
explain how God is One, yet three also (Father, Son and Holy Spirit, three
'persons'!), but that's ok, I like a God so big you can't figure him out-
He made it that way too!
Anyway, he did not believe that God answered all the 'little' prayers.
Guess little is different for each person, but I said since He knows, He
states, the amount of hairs on our head we could trust Him to know about
every little thing! You see, He knows how many if we should ask, He did
not say it had to be a special time 'when he drops in and thinks about
us', such as the day you were born, or died, or our 21st birthday, but at
That means, He knows an awful lot about each and every one of us at ALL
times too. That's AMAZING, and where I get the chutzpah (yeah, I had to
look up the spelling, I'm not Jewish, just 'grafted in') to ask for all
kind of things. This has been learned through the studying of the bible,
and how He answered so many prayers to so many folks, and by example
seeing other folks (mostly some of my younger brothers- they 'believed'
first) do so before I came to believer (that's one of the things that got
me interested actually- besides their 'peace of mind' about everything-
something I, nor they, had much of).
Jesus said you have not for you ask not. Heck, He even gave me my idea for
the sponsorship program, which got me on some 55 trips around the world on
other peoples money to make my art, TUL. (Thank U Lord).
I could write a book on all my answered prayer on my
travels alone, but He says the only thing He asks is to share them for His
glory, so here is my latest (the previous one was on getting a spinnerbait
back from the depths, he gave me the idea, then provided the miracle,
while I only argued with Him that it would be foolish to even try- how
cool is that?!!- I bragged on Him for that on another site.
So- I had an old refrigerator that needed to go back into service, some 15
years after getting it for a home we never ended up getting, so it sat
stored in our apartment garage- now 6 hours 'deep' in stuff stored in,
above and around it- could not even see it. It would now store my
negatives in the freezer, from all my trips, keeping them from
deteriorating -the old freezer semi-bit the dust a few months back,
keeping things cold but not frozen, refrigerator part not even.
This was two days before my trip to teach in Carmel/fish the Delta, two
weeks ago- after digging it out I took it to the shop and spent two hours
taking off the front door, moving 'stuff' and generally making enough room
to maneuver it through the place to a spot that would work (too big to go
into the far back room, door too small in this old building), then let is
set for two days before plugging it in. The morning of leaving, while
taking care of last minute things, I hoped for the best (should have
prayed) plugged it in and checked it after an hour- nada, no cold air
blowing out what-so-ever, freezer OR refrigerator vents! Bummer, all that
work, and no extra money to speak of for another! I turned it off- would
have to deal with it later.
When I got back I decided to 'lay hands on it', as I've done for folks
needing healing, as well as machines believe it or not- most of them
healed- and prayed in the name of Jesus to 'work again' (and promised I'd
brag on Him as I always do). Plugged it in and went home.
Well, the next day I went in and the thing had frozen the test water I'd
put in the thing- DANG, what an awesome God. Well, my believing friend,
like I used to think, thinks God is TOO busy to answer the small stuff;
too busy with global warming, wars, starving in India, etc. to 'worry'
about things like my little bat-fish upside down and dying in my fish tank
(which was healed after praying 20 years ago now- dude at fish store,
after explaining the situation, said the only way to 'heal' it was a 50%
salt water change of my 50 gallon tank for a week- I came back and said
'sorry dude, the guy at the fish store said your going to die', then laid
hands on the tank and prayed, next day it was fine- next time I saw that
store owner I told him of my miracle, he stood jaw agape!).
Well, I guess my God is a lot bigger than his, and getting bigger every
day. The neat part is that knowing He is so concerned about me, and
millions of other believers also petitioning him for this or that daily,
is that He must be hearing my every communication directly and
immediately. Is anyone else's God doing that? If you have your God figured
out, and in a little box ready to say, "I've got God all figured out, look
here', well then your God is pretty small. Mine is SOOOO big I'll never
figure Him out, or put Him in a box and again, getting bigger every day,
making it all the more difficult to even try!
PS If you should ever want to meet this/my God, if you don't already know
Him, He's waiting to introduce Himself and walk with you in the afternoon
hours through the gardens- we were meant to anyways way back in them at
the start. Yes, He's willing to show Himself at your request, though being
tested to prove He's real- no hocus pocus, but be ready to have your mind
blown with something if you do pray for it. Ask, and you shall receive.
Could write a whole story on this with my personal 'revelation' from Him,
but that's for some other time.
find a Dermatologist
that would trade services for art.
Valerie and I have been praying in advance of this meeting for about a
week, that this dermatologist would go for a trade - services for art - I
really need to be looked at and we know that waiting is not the answer
(possible skin cancer to be removed before it becomes problematic, ie
DEADLY). I needed insurance (the prayer type), thus the prayer request to
'our prayer warriors' a few hours earlier; you can never have too much
a little history. First realize I do a lot of trades, some professions are
easier to work them out with than others. When I sold advertising
just out of college, I learned if from veteran businesspeople, especially
one jewelry store owner, he ONLY did trade, jewelry for advertising. This
locating a dermatologist was becoming difficult, they make a ton of money
and don't need art for the offices, they usually have their interior
designers take care of it, and their homes the same. In the past two
months of trying, I'd been turned down by one (I like your art, but it's
not my style- wonder what he would say if he'd seen it in person, instead
of the internet website? So much nicer in real life), the four others I'd
contacted never returned my e-mail inquiries of even possibly entertaining
the thought, oh well!!?
Ok, here is how the meeting went; right off the bat, this guy’s office was
on the same street that Valerie’s dental implant surgeon was on, the
one that had done some surgery on her a few years ago, in trade, and the
one she just made another agreement to trade implant surgery for another
piece two weeks ago (that trade was answered prayer in itself)! My prayer
was that it would be close enough, as in the same building and same floor,
close enough I could just march him over and show him the quality of the
work he could trade for, maybe even get a testimonial from the other
doctor- but what were the odds? Not to good, but it got better as I got
closer, as it WAS in the same area, in fact it was one of three
three-story buildings her doctor was located at behind a hospital. As I
got closer, I saw it was in the same building! And as I parked, I realized
it was on the SAME FLOOR as it was suite 325, third floor! OMG! How big is
the Lord? Quite big and getting bigger every year is my answer. It showed
me his fingerprints were going to be all over this meeting and I relaxed
about the whole thing right then and there. Would it be important? Well
onward with the story.
As I entered his office, my prayer was that the Lord would lead; I had no’
sales pitch’ planned, just wait for Him to lead with the Doctors
questions. I filled out the required paperwork in the reception office to
some degree when a staff helper took me to a room and went over the same
questions I was answering- allergies to antibiotics? health problems?
ancestral cancer problems, how I heard about them, etc., and then waited
for just two seconds and the doctor came in.
the bat, after he introduced himself, he looks at the paperwork and
mentioned that I’d been referred; I said no, it was the internet search,
but then again, yes (I now remembered I’d just told his assistant that
another dermatologist that had visited my Del Mar Gallery last April had
suggested I find one- when he saw the spots on my face). I now added he
had got me to thinking about getting my face looked at by someone, and
said this Dr. was interested in doing a trade, but that he lived in Los
Angeles and knew I would not drive that far for treatment- right he was
(It's a two hour drive, north, of San Diego).
That led into me stating that many folks had come to me for trades, not
necessarily me to them, and that it’s the only way I could afford many of
their services, for myself or my wife. I then stated trades were a big
part of my life, mentioning I had not even paid for a haircut in 30 years,
At this point I held my breath, he must of known what I was getting at,
but he didn’t kick me out, so I continued. I said I also had dentists and
chiropractors that traded, and that even the doctor next store was
currently doing a trade for my wife’s dental needs! I said if he was not
interested there were plenty of dermatologists around and that I’d just
keep looking if need be (take away the possibility of my spending my
‘trade dollars’ with him- I learned ‘they’ will want it all the more when
you take it away- wisdom from the Lord). Again I held my breath, and again
did not hear he was not interested.
I mentioned all of this to him before he inspected my face mind you; I
wanted to make sure I was not going to get charged for this consultation
in ‘cash’, but in trade, which is what I told the receptionist when she
asked for my insurer. I’d learned not to mention anything about a trade,
they turn you down before approaching the doctors themselves I found, more
wisdom from the BIG GUY upstairs. I then reached down and picked up one of
two unopened art calendars I’d brought in and showed him. He asked if they
were paintings right off the bat, they looked too painterly to be photos
he said. No, they were photos I assured him, just that most folks thought
they were paintings also -he was impressed, TUL (thank U Lord- obviously
if he wasn’t, it would be a deal breaker).
And then I told him many folks, unfortunately, thought that since they had
a camera they too could make photo art, just snap away. He said he knew
better, HIS DAD HAD
BEEN A SERIOUS PHOTOGRAPHER TOO,
and knew how hard it was!
What WERE the odds of that?
More fingerprints, I could really feel I was floating on a bed of prayer.
I asked if he understood how difficult it was to be an artist, that even
though the work has won many awards and that folks think they are
paintings, they don’t necessarily separate themselves from their wallets
over them too readily. (Needed to make the point that even though they are
nice, and pricey, and worth it, I don’t necessarily make a lot of sales,
otherwise he may expect me to pay cash for services huh, maybe someday).
He said he could relate quite well to my ‘situation’,
“as my sister is a starving
artist too” (What are the odds of that?)
“And I just gave her a free
$10,000 face lift! “ So he was now in my corner, sort to speak, T.U.L.,
with some VERY GIANT fingerprints appearing all over the place at this
We then continued with the exam, and he was very thorough and studied my
whole body, finding many spots that would need freezing, or some special
areas that would require a type of special light treatment that would need
to be performed, plus some that would need to be removed surgically ASAP.
His assistant kept track of the procedures he rattled off, and their
costs, as he studied me from head to toe. She then got the calculator out
and figured it would be a couple of thousand in fees, and then he said
“Hey, I’ll get a nice original too!”.
“Yes you do” I told him quite calmly, (inside I was jumping up and down,
the Lord and I were high-fiving, we’d come to an agreement, he had gone
for it in total- T.U.L. again).
I then asked if he had two seconds to go next door to see the quality of
one of my large originals (24x30, framed to 32x42) the one in Valerie’s
Drs’ office. Yes he said, and as we went in that Dr was in,
AND BETWEEN PATIENTS
and as he noticed us looking at my art he came over and then ranted about
it, and about his delight to get another one soon, THANK U LORD. The two
guys knew each other to boot!
(This was all to amazing, even
I did not 'script' them knowing each other, only that they would be close
enough that I could take him over too- the Lord has a sense of humor).
They chatted for a minute then we left with ‘my’ dermatologist now quite
satisfied I was who I said I was, and that other doctors, sure enough,
were very happy with my services/trades.
Anyways, as he left me at his front reception desk he instructed them to
make an appointment for me to start with skin lesion removal next week!
Thank you Jesus, again and again.
Many thanks to you all for prayers sent, past, present and future. Like
one of you responded, it will be interesting to see how the Lord works
this out. They knew if it wasn’t this way, it would be another. We DO
serve a mighty God.
Remember, when the Lord answers prayer,
He only wants one thing in
return, and that is to brag on Him.
Michael, the bragger on the Lord.
of the ever running light bulb...
keep the exhibit light running through the entire second day at the photo
expo on my 'boat battery' scheme.
this one is very interesting. You see, the first day of this event I
had brought my own power to generate electricity to light up the art at my
booth. Why? Well, the places that have expos use buildings that have
somehow been 'absconded' by union electricians in that they require you to
hire them to bring electricity to your booth, $80, and then charge to plug
in every cord that you have at about $25 per plug!
paid $500 for the booth, and things being kinda slow (sales) I tried to
figure a way to save money and yet have a few lights on my art, which
always look better lit up. The fees for electricity, as you see being so
absorbitant, would mean I'd have to forgo this. BUT, I got a great idea,
TUL, to bring my own electricity in the way of bringing my heavy duty
trolling motor batteries I use on my boat. I found out I'd need an
inverter (thank you pastor Paul Owens's for your advice on this while of
my way back from my Texas photographic/fishing adventure just the day
before), so I'd purchased one so I could use my 12 volt batteries with my
120 volt lamp system.
day the fully charged batteries, surprising, only lasted about an hour
each, but I thought what a blessing, the electricity with extensions was
just behind my booth, no 'official' help needed. So after the three
batteries were used up, about three hours, I just plugged my cord into the
extension, problem solved.
we went to church and the message was on Judas and how his stealing from
the disciples community expense bag (he was the treasurer), at first
probably a little, then more over time, eventually led him so far astray
that he ended up 'selling the information of where Jesus would be' so the
Pharisees could arrest him away from the crowds; and he did so for 30
pieces of silver. (Of course he realized his curse later and went
out and hung himself, his guilt too heavy after trying to return the
squirmed in my seat knowing the contract stated you were not supposed to
use the electricity if you had not paid, so I vowed to not do so to myself
the next day. After all, integrity is not what you do in front of folks,
it's what you do when no one is looking, right? Right.
day, going in with three freshly charged batteries, I plugged into the
first at opening time, 9 a.m.. But knowing they'd not last long, I
was soon tempted to just plug it into the wall, but no, I kept my word to
myself, all the while thinking 'who really cares, just go for it', but
went out after an hour and some minutes, the second the same, and it was
now 11:45, and with over 5 hours left of the show I switched to the third
and final batery. I then prayed for a BIG miracle, knowing it would
be needed for it work that long.
hour and a half I was restless, knowing any minute it'd fail, and I'd just
be semi-dark, but I was determined to be resolute, if it went it went.
BUT, after hour two, then three, and then even after FOUR hours the bulb
still shown bright, and my art looked good. I double checked the cords,
had I 'accidentally' plugged it into the wall instead? This was not making
sense, was the Lord really honoring my prayers with a miracle? No, that
cord to the wall was still unplugged and this bulb was into my batter
still. But how long would it last?
Then it hit
4:40 and I thought the miracle had gone on long enough and then unplugged
it. But no, I re-plugged in it a moment later, I would leave it be even if
the attendance was trickling down to a few folks per hour, I was staying
till 5 and so was the light. "Don't chince the Lord out from his entire
miracle" I thought. Well, at 5:05 I unplugged it as I now packed up. I did
tell one lady that said she was sick, after telling her I pray for her,
about the 'light running miracle' at about 4:30. She said 'like in the
bible, with the oil that kept burning miracle', I sorta remembered it.
Then I told another exhibitor as I packed, and also my protégé Dan back at
the gallery, whom does not believe in God. And now you. Why? Because all
the Lord wants is His glory for the miracles He performs, and rightly so
or how would folks find out He is so gracious and so caring about each
little thing in our life, TUL!
remember after un-hooking the batteries, and knowing some were older than
others in age, that I thought to myself "I bet the Lord used the oldest
battery to last the longest, the one that should have gone out faster, I
know He has a sense of humor". I scanned the stickers on each battery,
indicating the year made, it said '07. Sure enough, the other two,
dated '08 and the '09, had died quicker and shouldn't have! TUL again.
of the Oil
The miracle of the
the Talmud (Shabbat 21b), once the victorious Maccabees reached the
Temple, they could only find one oil jug with the high priest’s seal
intact. Worse still, the oil in the jug was only enough to last one day. A
great miracle occurred and the light lasted for eight days.
Miracle of the spinner bait retrieval.
Barrett Lake, California
Went to a favorite fishing lake in San
Diego county at sunrise and got
a nice 4 pound largemouth bass close to the docks right off the bat- she
fought like a bat out of hell- those northern strain bass never cease to
amaze, on a new Booyah spinnerbait blade I got at Wally world (WalMart)
the night before (to replace the blade I, by hitting a tree full force,
and the fish by eating it so much, destroyed last week! (TERMINATOR T-1
SPINNERBAIT- 3/8 WHITE CHARTREUSE), of which six arrived today from my
eBay purchase for about $4 each last week.
Took photos of the fish, then next cast let it sink to the bottom by a
large sunken tree, mostly the tree was submerged as many are now, and got
it stuck in a bush. Pulled hard, not that hard, but it broke off. BUMMER!
It looked to break at the knot, the line had a bad curl on the end- 12#
Maxima fluoro. No similar replacement lures were in the tackle box. Oh
my, not good! Note to self, change line, bring more back up blades next
Click photo to enlarge.
Looked to be a great day, a four
pounder right off the bat.
Tied on the similar bait, tossed it, and the frog, for 15
minutes for nada, and as I started to get ready to start the motor to
leave the area the thought came to pray for a miracle to get it back! "But
Lord, what kind of miracle would it take" I asked Him? Well, a lure deep
down in a bush, which had sunk down about 10-15 feet, with no line on it
would be (near?) impossible to get back, unless a miracle did happen I
would need to somehow now get to be on top of the bush when I went back to
take a look-see, as how else could I ever get it back? Promised God if
indeed this miracle happened and I retrieved it I’d gladly make a report
about it/HIM, giving Him the glory. But I really doubted it, but it's not
up to me, but Him right?
Nothing but dark green water was visible when I went to the spot however,
and I did not even see the top of the bush it had got caught in (12”
visibility- stained green with algae bloom). Thought, oh well, maybe the
answered prayer would be a semi-smaller miracle, me sweeping my rod down
into the depths and snagging the lure off the bush somehow. Tried a few
times with my new 7’3” Dobyn’s frog rod but did not even feel the bush,
let alone a lure. So much for that idea, and with the last swipe still
nada, I gave up.
BUT as I lifted the rod out of the water to go, to my amazement, a bit of
line was caught on the rod tip. I thought maybe I snagged someone else’s
line, my lure was line-less, laying on the bottom, too deep to reach,
right? Well, I quickly grabbed the line as it slipped off and started to
sink down to Davey Jones Locker and pulled on it. It looked like my flouro
and the line headed a couple of feet away, and down. I pulled, it was
stuck on something. Could it be maybe mine after all? Naw, mine had that
curled broken line, indicating it broke off at the lure.
Took the rod and started trying to follow the line down with the tip, but
with arm extended and hand into water could not feel the end of the
line/lure. I did manage to get the rod snagged into the bush once, the
braid catching on something, but it looked hopeless as the rod did not hit
anything after a few valiant tries. Ok, one last extended stab at it
before giving up and then trying to pull it up, most likely then breaking
it off, whatever it was. But I then felt it hit something. Jiggle
wiggled for quite a few seconds, line in one hand, extended rod in the
other, chest against the boat's railing, pushing the rod even deeper,
staining with all my might, with nothing happening. AND THEN the line in
my hand started pulling up the line a little, then with rod twitching,
even more easily she came up. AND then, there she was, my new lure. Thank
U Lord. I could not go back to fishing with the best bait for that lake,
at the time of year!
Click photo to enlarge.
Here is a photo or the lure, freshly retrieved from the bottom of
the lake, pretty much now a miracle bait in hand