Maybe recently you received a diagnosis that has shaken your world.
Perhaps it’s something doctors say is inoperable—something that cannot be fixed.

Or maybe it’s not life-threatening, but it wears you down day after day.

Or perhaps your body is strong, but your heart is broken. You’ve lost someone you love… and you don’t understand why. Why would God allow such pain?

I understand more than you might think.

After surviving an airplane crash as a teenager, I spent about 30 days in a wheelchair in the backyard of my home in Los Alamitos, California. Nearly every part of my body had been shattered—both knees, both legs, both ankles, my back in multiple places. My left shoulder and foot were severely damaged. I had cuts, head trauma, and memory loss that still affects me today. Even my face was badly injured.

People would say, “Dale, don’t complain. You should just be thankful you’re alive.”

But I wasn’t complaining.

In fact, I was filled with something I couldn’t fully explain—joy. A deep, unshakable sense that there was a reason I was still alive. I didn’t yet understand everything, but I knew God had spared me for a purpose. Even though my body was broken, my spirit felt more alive than ever.

Then, about 30 days after leaving the hospital, something happened that changed everything.

I picked up an old Bible.

At first, the words blurred together. But as I kept reading, something shifted. The words seemed to leap off the page. They weren’t just ink anymore—they were alive. It felt as though God Himself was speaking directly to me, into my heart and spirit.

And I began doing something very simple.

Sitting in that wheelchair, with one eye, one hand, and one leg barely working, I started speaking God’s Word out loud. Quietly and consistently.

When Jesus healed the sick in Scripture, I said, “That’s for me too.”
When He spoke about faith, I said, “That’s God’s will for my life.”

And something remarkable began to happen.

The more I spoke God’s Word, the more I believed it.
And the more I believed it, the stronger my voice became—not louder, but stronger.

What began as a whisper of hope grew into a bold declaration of faith.

That was over 50 years ago.

Since then, God has done what no doctor ever imagined. I learned to walk again. I regained my sight. My thinking returned. I went on to fly for over 40 years as a professional pilot. I trained other pilots. I owned aircraft. I served as a missionary, helped plant churches, supported an orphanage, and pastored.

None of that happened because of my strength.

It happened because God’s Word is alive—and His promises are true.

At one point, I was a crippled teenager in a wheelchair, told I would never walk, never see properly again, and certainly never become a pilot.

But in that wheelchair, I encountered the power of God’s Word.

And that same power is available to you—right now.

You don’t need to have a near-death experience. You don’t need perfect circumstances. What you need is God’s Word—alive in your heart and spoken from your mouth.

The Bible says:
“So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” —Romans 10:17

Everything can begin to change the moment you believe God’s Word for yourself.

I don’t share my story to boast. And I never share it for financial gain. I share it because every breath I take is a gift from God—and this is one way I can reflect what He has done.

So begin today, my friend.

Speak God’s Word out loud—not for attention, but to align your spirit with His truth. Because the same God who lifted me out of that wheelchair is ready to work in your life.

And remember what Jesus said:

With God, all things are possible.