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The Power of Prayer.
By Tatiana Miranyuk
March 19th, 2026
Growing up in Russia, my father worked on a collective farm while my mom took care of nine children. She believed in God, read the Bible, and was very calm, quiet, and kind. But for some reason, she never taught us about Him.
However, I was fascinated with God, and when I was nine, I began walking to the nearest Orthodox church, over four miles away because I loved to listen to the choir. As I noticed the changing seasons, the sunrises, and sunsets, I couldn't believe Darwin's theory of evolution. Instead, I longed to learn more about my Creator.
My mother got cancer when I was 13 and was bedridden for two years. Since I was the oldest child at home, I did all the housework and looked after her. But when she died, my father remarried, and I had to learn to get along with an angry stepmother.
I graduated from college in the city of Gorky (now called Nizhny Novgorod) and began working as a children's massage therapist. I got married, and a few years later, we had a daughter. A few years later, I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, a malignant disease of the thymus gland. My eyesight and health deteriorated, and I had constant bouts of dizziness and muscle weakness. I began to faint almost every day, and since I knew this disease couldn't be cured through medicine, I turned to God for help.
At the time, the Soviet government was working to restructure its economic and political policies, and many philosophical and spiritual books appeared. I read them, took psychic courses, and explored the teachings of various spiritualists. Still, I never found peace of mind because most of their theories were illogical, incomplete, or just plain incomprehensible.
Finally, in 1992, I began attending Pastor John Carter's evangelistic meetings in Nizhny Novgorod, and after the fourth day, I realized I'd found my new church! I studied the Bible with other believers and was delighted to sing in the church choir!
As my health got worse, I'd begun working part-time and then quit working altogether. I was preparing for death and decided to surrender my fading life into God's hands. Placing my hope in Him, I read my Bible and waited to see if He would heal me. Once, while praying, God spoke to me, saying, You should go to a prayer meeting. I went, and although I was weak, I did not pray for myself but for others who might be worse off. To my surprise, I received physical and spiritual strength, myself! At the most difficult moment in my life, I trusted God and was not disappointed.
Before all this, my husband and I were getting by on very meager means. We lived with his parents, ate poor food, and our relationship suffered. Everything had collapsed before my eyes—my body, my marriage, my life. But I believed God would help me, and when I began praying for others, everything changed. The Lord continues to give me strength, and now I feel like a completely healthy person! My husband got a job in construction, and out of gratitude, we began to thank God and even donate money for His work. Today, my husband is the CEO of his firm, we bought a car, and we're building a two-story cottage outside the city. Our family relationships have improved, and my husband believes in God and sometimes comes to church with me. Our daughter sings in the church choir and is preparing for baptism, too!
God asks, "Is there anything difficult for Me?" and then answers that question through the lives of every true believer. Today, I'm the leader of our church prayer department, and it's become my life's work. Prayer fills my heart with strength each day, and I'm convinced that many Christians suffer from a lack of prayer.
My prayer for you, dear friend, is that you communicate with God so He can fill your life with light, and peace, and hope!
The Power of Prayer.
By Tatiana Miranyuk
March 19th, 2026
Growing up in Russia, my father worked on a collective farm while my mom took care of nine children. She believed in God, read the Bible, and was very calm, quiet, and kind. But for some reason, she never taught us about Him.
However, I was fascinated with God, and when I was nine, I began walking to the nearest Orthodox church, over four miles away because I loved to listen to the choir. As I noticed the changing seasons, the sunrises, and sunsets, I couldn't believe Darwin's theory of evolution. Instead, I longed to learn more about my Creator.
My mother got cancer when I was 13 and was bedridden for two years. Since I was the oldest child at home, I did all the housework and looked after her. But when she died, my father remarried, and I had to learn to get along with an angry stepmother.
I graduated from college in the city of Gorky (now called Nizhny Novgorod) and began working as a children's massage therapist. I got married, and a few years later, we had a daughter. A few years later, I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, a malignant disease of the thymus gland. My eyesight and health deteriorated, and I had constant bouts of dizziness and muscle weakness. I began to faint almost every day, and since I knew this disease couldn't be cured through medicine, I turned to God for help.
At the time, the Soviet government was working to restructure its economic and political policies, and many philosophical and spiritual books appeared. I read them, took psychic courses, and explored the teachings of various spiritualists. Still, I never found peace of mind because most of their theories were illogical, incomplete, or just plain incomprehensible.
Finally, in 1992, I began attending Pastor John Carter's evangelistic meetings in Nizhny Novgorod, and after the fourth day, I realized I'd found my new church! I studied the Bible with other believers and was delighted to sing in the church choir!
As my health got worse, I'd begun working part-time and then quit working altogether. I was preparing for death and decided to surrender my fading life into God's hands. Placing my hope in Him, I read my Bible and waited to see if He would heal me. Once, while praying, God spoke to me, saying, You should go to a prayer meeting. I went, and although I was weak, I did not pray for myself but for others who might be worse off. To my surprise, I received physical and spiritual strength, myself! At the most difficult moment in my life, I trusted God and was not disappointed.
Before all this, my husband and I were getting by on very meager means. We lived with his parents, ate poor food, and our relationship suffered. Everything had collapsed before my eyes—my body, my marriage, my life. But I believed God would help me, and when I began praying for others, everything changed. The Lord continues to give me strength, and now I feel like a completely healthy person! My husband got a job in construction, and out of gratitude, we began to thank God and even donate money for His work. Today, my husband is the CEO of his firm, we bought a car, and we're building a two-story cottage outside the city. Our family relationships have improved, and my husband believes in God and sometimes comes to church with me. Our daughter sings in the church choir and is preparing for baptism, too!
God asks, "Is there anything difficult for Me?" and then answers that question through the lives of every true believer. Today, I'm the leader of our church prayer department, and it's become my life's work. Prayer fills my heart with strength each day, and I'm convinced that many Christians suffer from a lack of prayer.
My prayer for you, dear friend, is that you communicate with God so He can fill your life with light, and peace, and hope!
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL.
The Power of Prayer.
By Tatiana Miranyuk
March 19th, 2026
Growing up in Russia, my father worked on a collective farm while my mom took care of nine children. She believed in God, read the Bible, and was very calm, quiet, and kind. But for some reason, she never taught us about Him.
However, I was fascinated with God, and when I was nine, I began walking to the nearest Orthodox church, over four miles away because I loved to listen to the choir. As I noticed the changing seasons, the sunrises, and sunsets, I couldn't believe Darwin's theory of evolution. Instead, I longed to learn more about my Creator.
My mother got cancer when I was 13 and was bedridden for two years. Since I was the oldest child at home, I did all the housework and looked after her. But when she died, my father remarried, and I had to learn to get along with an angry stepmother.
I graduated from college in the city of Gorky (now called Nizhny Novgorod) and began working as a children's massage therapist. I got married, and a few years later, we had a daughter. A few years later, I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis, a malignant disease of the thymus gland. My eyesight and health deteriorated, and I had constant bouts of dizziness and muscle weakness. I began to faint almost every day, and since I knew this disease couldn't be cured through medicine, I turned to God for help.
At the time, the Soviet government was working to restructure its economic and political policies, and many philosophical and spiritual books appeared. I read them, took psychic courses, and explored the teachings of various spiritualists. Still, I never found peace of mind because most of their theories were illogical, incomplete, or just plain incomprehensible.
Finally, in 1992, I began attending Pastor John Carter's evangelistic meetings in Nizhny Novgorod, and after the fourth day, I realized I'd found my new church! I studied the Bible with other believers and was delighted to sing in the church choir!
As my health got worse, I'd begun working part-time and then quit working altogether. I was preparing for death and decided to surrender my fading life into God's hands. Placing my hope in Him, I read my Bible and waited to see if He would heal me. Once, while praying, God spoke to me, saying, You should go to a prayer meeting. I went, and although I was weak, I did not pray for myself but for others who might be worse off. To my surprise, I received physical and spiritual strength, myself! At the most difficult moment in my life, I trusted God and was not disappointed.
Before all this, my husband and I were getting by on very meager means. We lived with his parents, ate poor food, and our relationship suffered. Everything had collapsed before my eyes—my body, my marriage, my life. But I believed God would help me, and when I began praying for others, everything changed. The Lord continues to give me strength, and now I feel like a completely healthy person! My husband got a job in construction, and out of gratitude, we began to thank God and even donate money for His work. Today, my husband is the CEO of his firm, we bought a car, and we're building a two-story cottage outside the city. Our family relationships have improved, and my husband believes in God and sometimes comes to church with me. Our daughter sings in the church choir and is preparing for baptism, too!
God asks, "Is there anything difficult for Me?" and then answers that question through the lives of every true believer. Today, I'm the leader of our church prayer department, and it's become my life's work. Prayer fills my heart with strength each day, and I'm convinced that many Christians suffer from a lack of prayer.
My prayer for you, dear friend, is that you communicate with God so He can fill your life with light, and peace, and hope!
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