Miracle for Jen: A Tragic Accident, a Mother's Desperate Prayer, and Heaven's Extraordinary Answer

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One minute can change your whole life. The Barrick family’s life was irrevocably changed when a drunk driver careened into their van at eighty miles an hour. The entire family was hurt—but fifteen-year-old Jennifer’s injuries were so devastating that paramedics thought she had no chance to live. As Jen lay in a coma, her mother, Linda, pleaded with God to heal Jen from her severe brain trauma—to let her daughter be “normal.” When Jen finally awoke, however, it became clear that normal would have to be redefined. ...
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One minute can change your whole life. The Barrick family’s life was irrevocably changed when a drunk driver careened into their van at eighty miles an hour. The entire family was hurt—but fifteen-year-old Jennifer’s injuries were so devastating that paramedics thought she had no chance to live. As Jen lay in a coma, her mother, Linda, pleaded with God to heal Jen from her severe brain trauma—to let her daughter be “normal.” When Jen finally awoke, however, it became clear that normal would have to be redefined. She seemed to have gained a new capacity—perhaps a miraculous one—for connecting with God.

Was this the miracle Linda had prayed for? If so, was it enough? Could she trust God with Jen’s future in the wake of the accident? Could she trust in His love for them all? Discover how God turned normal into extraordinary in this transformational story of hope and love. Now includes bonus chapter with updates on the Barrick family and amazing new stories about Miracle for Jen’s impact in the world! Tyndale House Publishers

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A mother’s searching memoir about how she and her family found their faith tested in the aftermath of a devastating car crash.

Baptist evangelical speaker Barrick had the perfect life. A Bible study leader, she was happily married and had two blessed children. Her son was a gifted athlete; her daughter, Jen, was a “straight-A honor student, varsity soccer player and nationally ranked varsity cheerleader” who loved God. But in 2006, tragedy struck when a drunk driver collided head-on with the car in which she and her family were riding. Her son escaped with bruises and scratches while Barrick and her husband suffered multiple fractures and severe lacerations. Jen was hurt worst of all and sustained life-threatening head injuries. Barrick and her husband struggled to come to terms with their now-shattered lives as Jen lay in a coma for over a month. Against all odds, she began to respond; even more amazingly, she started conversing with God in language that was perfectly intelligible. Like her mother and father, Jen recovered her health, but was even more profoundly changed by the accident than they were. Now brain-injured and nearly blind, she was only able to regain normal speech with great effort, although her ability to speak to God unimpaired continued to astound those around her. Barrick admits throughout to longing for a daughter who could be “normal” again. But through Jen, she came to understand that her human desires were secondary to God’s plan, which was to give her daughter “her own special place in His world.” The author’s story is moving but will no doubt frustrate secular readers, as she remains silent about other neurologically based explanations for her daughter’s remarkable abilities and recovery.

Likely to appeal only to Christian readers. Kirkus Reviews

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A mother's searching memoir about how she and her family found their faith tested in the aftermath of a devastating car crash. Baptist evangelical speaker Barrick had the perfect life. A Bible study leader, she was happily married and had two blessed children. Her son was a gifted athlete; her daughter, Jen, was a "straight-A honor student, varsity soccer player and nationally ranked varsity cheerleader" who loved God. But in 2006, tragedy struck when a drunk driver collided head-on with the car in which she and her family were riding. Her son escaped with bruises and scratches while Barrick and her husband suffered multiple fractures and severe lacerations. Jen was hurt worst of all and sustained life-threatening head injuries. Barrick and her husband struggled to come to terms with their now-shattered lives as Jen lay in a coma for over a month. Against all odds, she began to respond; even more amazingly, she started conversing with God in language that was perfectly intelligible. Like her mother and father, Jen recovered her health, but was even more profoundly changed by the accident than they were. Now brain-injured and nearly blind, she was only able to regain normal speech with great effort, although her ability to speak to God unimpaired continued to astound those around her. Barrick admits throughout to longing for a daughter who could be "normal" again. But through Jen, she came to understand that her human desires were secondary to God's plan, which was to give her daughter "her own special place in His world." The author's story is moving but will no doubt frustrate secular readers, as she remains silent about other neurologically based explanations for her daughter's remarkable abilities and recovery. Likely to appeal only to Christian readers.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781414361192
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 2/17/2012
  • Pages: 280
  • Sales rank: 695,875
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

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miracle for Jen

a tragic accident, a mother's desperate prayer, and heaven's extraordinary answer
By Linda Barrick JOHN PERRY

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Linda Barrick
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-6119-2


Chapter One

ALMOST PERFECT

You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. PSALM 139:16

My cell phone was ringing.

My brain reacted automatically. I knew I should reach down toward my feet and fish the phone out of my purse. But my body wasn't moving. I had no feeling anywhere, only a sensation of being restricted as if I were wrapped in a steel blanket.

I opened my eyes. My face was smashed against a windshield of crushed glass. How did I get here? Is this a dream? Wasn't I just sitting with my husband and son watching our fifteen-year-old, Jen, sing in the choir at her school's fall concert?

I reached down with my right hand to touch my leg, and when I lifted my hand up again it was covered with blood.

This can't be real. Lord, please wake me up!

"Mom? Mom?!"

I heard Josh calling for me from the backseat. I couldn't turn around to see him, but I answered anyway. "Josh! Josh!"

"Mom!"

"Is this real?!" I asked. "Is it a dream?" I didn't hear an answer so I said again, "Is this real?"

"Yes, Mom, this is real."

In anguish, I cried out, "Lord Jesus, please help us! Come to our rescue! Save us!"

Josh and I both began to pray out loud. "Father, please don't let Jen and Andy die! Oh, God, help us! Please don't let them die! You are all powerful. You can do anything! We need a miracle!"

Then my husband, Andy, started to stir. "Where are we?" he asked groggily. "What's happening?"

He was in shock and didn't answer any of our questions, but at least he was alive. Jen remained silent and still in the seat behind Andy's.

As a mom, I wanted with every molecule inside me to hug Josh and touch him and make him feel better. I wanted to hold Jen in my arms and tell her that I loved her. But I couldn't move. The crushed metal and broken glass encased my body like a giant, sinister glove.

The only thing I could do was pray.

* * *

Only an hour earlier, I had been sitting in our church sanctuary as music washed over the audience in waves, filling the room with sounds of praise and the pulsing energy of young hearts on fire for Christ.

For the first few verses, the choir stayed in the background as the soloist sang about the awesome and inexpressible love of Jesus. Then with a swell of strings and a kick of the drums, the choir stepped into the musical spotlight, each singer moving to the rhythm of the orchestra, swaying with the beat, some lifting their hands as they joyfully praised their incredible, all-powerful Savior:

Wonderful, glorious, holy, and righteous, Victorious conqueror, triumphant and mighty, Healer, deliverer, shield, and defense, Strong tower and my best friend, Omnipotent, omnipresent, soon-coming King, Alpha, Omega, Lord of everything, Holy, holy, holy is your name!

Of all the singers from Liberty Christian Academy onstage that night, one stood out especially to me: a beautiful, auburn-haired sophomore who seemed transformed by the words and music surrounding her, completely focused on conveying her passion for Christ to the audience. Maybe it was because the video monitors flanking the stage kept showing her face, beaming with enthusiasm. Maybe it was because she was on the end of a row and had room to move a little, while most of the students stood shoulder to shoulder on banks of risers.

Or maybe it was because I'm her mother.

Jennifer had been anticipating this fall concert for weeks, looking forward to the privilege of singing in the Sunday night church service for more than three thousand people. It was her first performance with the high school choir, and Jen always loved new experiences. I was a little surprised she wanted to be in the group since, for all her many gifts and talents, Jen did not have what I'd call a fabulous voice. God had blessed her in so many other ways—she was a straight-A honor student, varsity soccer player, and nationally ranked varsity cheerleader—and she hadn't seemed that interested in choir before. However, in typical Jen fashion, what she lacked in natural ability she made up for in enthusiasm and hard work.

Sophomore year was shaping up to be her best yet, part of an incredible season of transformation taking place right in front of me. It seemed like just yesterday she was running around in a baseball cap and mud-stained clothes, spitting sunflower seeds. I would often have to beg her to comb her hair. Now she was blossoming into a beautiful young lady. The braces had come off after two years, revealing a dazzling new smile. Just recently she'd gotten her first formal dress to wear to the junior-senior banquet. I'd scarcely recognized the glamorous, elegant woman who had come out of Jen's bedroom when her date arrived to pick her up.

Only two nights before the concert I'd been at the football game to watch her cheer. She was so exuberant and full of life, going all out with every jump like she always did, her face glowing with energy and excitement. Now here she was onstage, just as intent on doing her best with the choir as she was with the soccer team or the cheering squad. I could not have been more proud of my precious daughter. Her life seemed almost perfect!

Music was good for Jen because it was a fresh way to express her faith. She was such a friendly, popular girl, yet all her life she had held her thoughts inside. Spiritually and emotionally she was a very private person. She didn't talk much to me or to anybody else about what was on her mind and heart. As deeply committed to Christ as Jen was, and as much as she wanted her friends to know Christ the way she did, it wasn't a natural thing for her to witness one-on-one. When her youth group went door-to-door sharing God's love with strangers, she was always the one standing quietly in back, never saying a word.

In fact, one of my prayers for Jen that year had been for boldness. She'd asked me to pray for her to find a way to express her private relationship with God out loud. Music gave her a tool to shout out her love. That's why I think she sang with a special radiance that night at her musical debut.

The song she was performing heightened her sense of excitement even more. "Lord, You're Holy" was one of her favorites, especially the part in the middle where the choir takes the lead, describing the unbelievable, unfathomable depth and richness of God's love. She'd sung those lyrics around the house all week.

I didn't know it at the time, but that very afternoon Jen had written about the upcoming concert in her journal. The pages of her daily journals were the one place where the deep, tender spirit of Jennifer Barrick was fully revealed. There, in goofy, unassuming spiral notebooks decorated with polka dots or cartoon characters, she wrote letters to Jesus like He was her best friend. Only hours earlier, anticipating this moment onstage, she had told Him:

Lord, the only way I feel worthy to sing this song is on my face before You! This song can't even describe You to Your true fullness! Mere words cannot express You! Lord, I love this song b/c it helps put things in perspective! It lifts Your name on high! You are worthy of all my praise! And the only one deserving all my worship!

The music rocked to a big finish. Before the last note sounded, the audience of parents, friends, and church members rose as one, their cheers and applause roaring through the spacious sanctuary of Thomas Road Baptist Church, home of Liberty Christian Academy and partners in ministry with Liberty University, where my husband, Andy, was director of alumni relations. He was beside me in the audience that night, along with our son, eleven-year-old Josh. Like his dad, Josh loved sports and would probably not have put a choir concert first on his list of favorites for a family outing. But he obviously enjoyed seeing his sister onstage.

Andy and Josh had slipped into the performance just in time. Jen and I came to church by ourselves that afternoon because the guys were on their way home from a baseball tournament Josh played over the weekend. They were with our friend Dr. Tim Clinton and his son, Zach, who was also in the tournament. Tim's daughter, Megan, sang in the concert that night too, so the ballplayers stopped by our house for a quick shower and then came to church in Tim's car. That way Andy, our kids, and I would be able to ride home together. It would be great to spend the time catching up on each other's adventures. Besides, as Andy knew, I hated driving in the dark.

Once the applause tapered off and the crowd sat down, the speaker for the evening took his place at the lectern. My father, Dr. Ed Hindson, preached that night on prophecy. I've heard Dad, a distinguished professor at Liberty University, speak thousands of times since I was a little girl. His insights, based on years of study and teaching from the book of Revelation, have inspired untold numbers of people. On this particular night, I sensed that his preaching was especially anointed. By the end of his sermon the entire audience seemed stirred. More than a hundred came forward to pray.

After the closing prayer, the audience stood, buzzing with pent-up energy and moving toward the exits. Outside it was crystal clear with an autumn snap in the air, unseasonably cold for early November in Virginia. Josh wore only a T-shirt and jeans, but we'd be home in no time so it didn't really matter. Heading toward the parking lot, Andy and I made a point of reminding several couples that they were invited to our house for an impromptu postconcert supper and to watch football on TV.

I saw Jen talking—let's be honest, flirting—with her boyfriend, Brandon. Curly-haired and blue-eyed, he was a handsome young man. He was a senior and had just turned eighteen, which initially had my motherly antennae on high alert. However, over the months they'd been dating he had proven himself to be a Christian gentleman in every way. I'd even relaxed my "no riding with teenage drivers" rule to let Jen ride with him. Since the rest of his family would be coming to our house in a few minutes anyway, I decided to let him drive her home.

"Did you drive tonight?" I asked him.

"No, ma'am," he answered with his unfailing Southern manners. "I rode with my parents."

For a second I considered letting Jen go with the Knight family. Then I realized that between Josh's baseball and Jen's cheerleading events, it had been three weeks since we'd been in the car at the same time. So I didn't offer. I was looking forward to the four of us being together again, even for the short trip home.

We climbed into our 2003 Toyota van with Andy at the wheel, me beside him, Jen behind Andy, and Josh behind me. Some of our company would probably beat us home, but that was okay; they could talk in the yard for five minutes until we got there. We were expecting my parents, Andy's mom and dad, Andy's brother, John, and his two kids, Brandon and his family, and our friends Robb and Paula Egel. Ever the thoughtful husband, Andy suggested we swing by KFC for fried chicken instead of trying to whip up something so late at the house. The kids added their "yes" votes from the backseat, and I wasn't going to turn down a trouble-free party dinner with no dishes afterward.

We had to go a little out of our way to get the food, so we didn't take the usual route home from church. Andy parked and went in to pick up our order while the rest of us waited in the van. After what seemed like a long time, Josh asked if he could go inside to see what the holdup was. I said he could and he jumped out, ignoring the cold despite his thin T-shirt, and walked purposefully inside as only an eleven-year-old going to check on his father can do.

In another five minutes, my two men came back carrying their bounty: four big buckets of just-fried KFC. Andy put his two on the floor beside me, and Josh put his on the seat between him and Jen. She was busily texting Brandon, despite the fact that she had seen him ten minutes before and expected to see him again in another five. I could feel the heat from the containers at my feet. Our meal would still be piping hot by the time we arrived home.

Andy's cell phone rang. It was his brother, John. "Where are you guys?" he asked, three-fourths teasing, one-fourth annoyed. "We're waiting in your driveway, along with the rest of your company! Are you on your way?"

"Yeah," Andy assured him. "The guy at KFC had to fry some extra chicken to fill our order, but we'll be home in five minutes."

Andy turned onto Waterlick Road, a narrow, two-lane street we both traveled dozens of times a week that ran within a mile of the house. It was an old-fashioned country lane with open drainage ditches on both sides, leaving scarcely a car width of shoulder between pavement and drop-off. I'd noticed those ditches in the past—the neighborhood was outgrowing its old rural roads—but didn't give them a moment's thought now. It was a quiet, clear Sunday night, the moon etched bright against the dark sky. Not much traffic.

I was thinking ahead to a house full of friends and warm fellowship only a few turns away. I'd put on some coffee, and Andy would get the fire going in the fireplace and turn on the football game. Josh was eager to tell us about his big plays at the baseball tournament and how they won the championship game. The in-laws looked forward to a visit with each other, and we'd all celebrate a wonderful concert and an inspired sermon.

But that's not what happened. Jen didn't see Brandon, Josh didn't tell us about his ball game, Andy and I didn't visit with our friends, and no one ate any chicken.

Instead, within a matter of seconds, our lives would change forever.

* * *

As we were all sitting in church watching Jennifer sing, a man I'll call "Carl Johnson," though that isn't his real name, was sitting in a restaurant across town ordering one drink after another. Carl was twenty-six and had a long history of drinking and driving. In fact, on that night he didn't have a valid driver's license or auto insurance. Since Carl had more than twenty traffic violations, his license had been revoked. He had been convicted twice for DUI and arrested for a third, which upon conviction would mean mandatory jail time. That charge was still pending; otherwise, Carl would have been locked up and off the street that night.

Carl paid for his drinks and staggered outside to his 1979 Chevy truck. He stabbed his key at the ignition switch, started the engine, and careened onto Timberlake Road, barely missing other cars that honked and swerved to get out of the way. Within seconds he was barreling down the road and sideswiped a Ford Explorer going in the same direction.

Fortunately, that driver, whom I'll call Don, had seen Carl in his rearview mirror and prepared as much as possible in the split second before impact. He corrected the skid and followed Carl, calling 911 as he drove.

"We've been hit by a truck ... and he's not stopping!" Don reported. He continued to follow the weaving truck and feed information to the 911 dispatcher. "He's heading down Waterlick Road toward [Highway] 811."

"This guy's gotta be drunk," Don reported. "He's over in the other lanes and runs off the road on both sides."

We later learned from state police reports that Carl's blood alcohol level measured 0.33 percent at the crash site, four times the legal threshold for driving after drinking. Don's mother and girlfriend, passengers in the SUV, began to pray that God would protect whomever was down the road as the battered pickup raced away. The next victim might not be so fortunate.

Don followed Carl onto a residential dead-end street. After a minute, Carl made a U-turn and drove back to the intersection of Highway 811 and Waterlick Road. He passed out at the wheel and sat through several green lights. The truck was still running and in gear, with only Carl's foot on the brake to keep it from drifting out into the middle of the intersection. It had been over twenty minutes since Don had first called 911, and he wondered what he should do.

Finally, a police officer arrived on the scene and quickly opened the pickup door. He reported seeing a white male subject with his head on the steering wheel and a strong smell of alcohol coming from the vehicle. The officer depressed the parking brake and woke Carl up. He then ordered him to put the truck in park, turn off the ignition, and hand him some identification.

Don, still on the line with the 911 dispatcher, reported that the man was getting out of his truck.

"So he's talking to the deputy now?" the dispatcher asked.

"Yes," Don replied.

After a couple of minutes, the officer ordered Carl to get back inside his truck and stay there.

Not a day goes by that my mind doesn't revisit that moment. Why didn't the officer handcuff Carl and lock him in the back of his cruiser? Or at the very least, take his keys? Obviously the suspect was drunk out of his mind. Had the policeman stopped him from driving anymore, the future for the Barrick family would have turned out very differently.

Having told the reckless driver to stay put, the officer walked over to the Explorer to get Don's account of the incident. He stood at the driver's side window while Don began his statement, then stepped back to wave a passing car around.

Suddenly, Carl fired up the engine of his truck and sped away with a squeal of tires and burning rubber. He ran through the light at 811 and headed back up Waterlick Road—going eighty miles an hour, with his headlights off in the dark night.

Straight at us.

If we hadn't been to the concert that night, hadn't decided to stop for chicken, or hadn't had to wait longer than usual for our order, we would not have been driving down Waterlick Road at that moment. But there we were, headed in the opposite direction from Carl about three-fourths of a mile from home. Just minutes earlier on his way to our house, Andy's brother, John, had actually seen Carl's pickup, lights off, sitting through a green light. He figured some poor guy had dropped something on the floor of his car and was reaching down to get it. Now John, with his children Amanda and Andrew, was in our driveway with our other guests waiting for us to get there with the house key and the chicken.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments ix

Foreword: Before You Begin xi

1 Almost Perfect 1

2 "Where Are We?" 13

3 A Life in the Balance 21

4 The Wages of Sin 55

5 The Way We Were 47

6 Refusing to Doubt 59

7 "You Wont Believe This …" 75

8 Roller-Coaster Faith 89

9 Treasure under the Bed 105

10 Starting from Zero 125

11 Rock Bottom 141

12 In God's Hands 161

13 Whisper Hope in My Ear 173

14 The Comeback Bad 187

15 Bitter or Better 199

16 Reaching Out 209

17 Is Anything the Same? 225

18 The Best Is Yet to Come 241

A Word from Jen 249

Notes 251

About the Authors 253

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  • Posted March 10, 2012

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    Sometimes life can change in an instant and God has other plans

    Sometimes life can change in an instant and God has other plans for us. Based on a true story!

    Sometimes life can change in an instant. The plans that we had laid out in front of us, the goals in life we had hoped to achieve, even a simple dinner plan with friends can be changed in the blink of an eye. That is just what happened to the Barrick family. One minute they were on their way home from an event at church where they watched their daughter, Jen sing in the church choir and preparing for dinner at their house to celebrate with family and friends. However when a drunk driver slammed into their mini van at 80 mph head on, what they would be left with would be considered a miracle.

    In the novel, Miracle for Jen by Linda Barrick and John Perry, the reader is taken on a fateful journey that forever changed the lives of not only the Barrick family, but for every single person to be impacted by their story that is captured from start to finish in the beautiful memoir. What would later be a series of miracles that began from before the accident to years later, this book will take you on a walk with angels and with God as He carefully orchestrates a plan to use Jen's life in a very powerful way. This will change your walk with God and also show you just how powerful our prayers can be and they really do communicate with Jesus and His Father.

    I don't think anyone who reads this book will ever be the same again. I personally have never encounter a teenagers faith as strong as Jen's prior to her accident and even more so afterwards. This has renewed my faith and increased my prayer life. I will never take things for granted again and will be working to make my own personal walk with God more diligent and powerful. I think that is exactly what Jen and God had planned in the most unexpected ways.

    This is the journey of Jen's spiritual walk even before her accident, how she found God in her recovery efforts when she couldn't remember her mom's name but remember her favorite scriptures and songs of praise and worship. When her efforts at speech seemed futile, her prayers to God in the company of those who heard her, showed that Jen has a unique relationship with God that not only walked through that valley with friends and family but helped her see His purpose in it all.

    I received Miracle for Jen compliments of Tyndale House Publishers for my honest review and have to say it's a must read for anyone wanting to know what faith looks like. There are many pictures of before and after the accident and for Jen and her family to be alive at all, is a miracle in itself. This one rates a 5 out of 5 stars in my personal opinion and I can't wait for you to read about Jen's story!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    MiracleforJen

    I LOVE THIS BOOK and im just a child my mom knows alady wjo knows them im going to meet her luv this book defintally buy this you wont be disapointed

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  • Posted June 16, 2012

    This is a faith-inspiring story of living through a tragic accid

    This is a faith-inspiring story of living through a tragic accident and how God answered prayer in a most unexpected way. Heart2Heart made a mistake when she wrote "novel," because this is not a novel: it is a true account that has been documented on film, in newspapers, photographs, eye witnesses, etc.

    The struggle Linda, Jennifer's mother, went through simultaneously with Jen's Holy Spirit-led faith shows a good (realistic) contrast. I think we all can relate to some of her questions, doubts, and fears.

    I would recommend this to everyone who has ever wondered WHY bad things happen to good people who love God.

    This was the first book I purchased on my new Nook Glowlight, and it is one I will never forget. A note about the Nook Glowlight: easy to read both in sunlight and at night, and the photographs came through clear as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2012

    Highly recommended - a must read

    The mother's struggle to understand /////////////why? Linda and Jennifer have been inspirational in how God does still do miracles in an out of control world. This book will be a blessing to anyone who reads it!

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  • Posted April 9, 2012

    I walked into Barnes and Noble one afternoon because I had sever

    I walked into Barnes and Noble one afternoon because I had several hours inbetween meetings and picked up this book and I couldn't put it down. If you've ever had any doubts about God and His active involvement in the lives of His people, "Miracle For Jen" should put those doubts to rest. If you've ever wondered if God answers prayer, you will undoubtedly find the answers you're looking for in this wonderfully well written book. The Barrack family and their community of family, church, and friends all intertwine with one another in this incrediblely warm and, yes, tear jerking, story of faith, hope, and love. It's a great read simply for story content and will have you turning pages to the very end. You'd better believe I'd recommend this book! It was that good!!

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  • Posted March 17, 2012

    Heartwarming…. Exhilarating…. Inspiring!!! I pick

    Heartwarming…. Exhilarating…. Inspiring!!!

    I picked up this book on a whim and was moved beyond words! To see a family stick together and become not only closer to each other, but to God, in the midst of a tragedy is not only awe inspiring but a true miracle. This is a must read for anyone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2012

    Inspiring true story

    This is unbelievable not just because of the horrific accident but because of the faith of this girl. Her relationship with god is beyond anything we can imagine. The entire family is courageous and transparent.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 7, 2012

    Truly inspiring...a must read!

    Miracle for Jen is an amazing true story about a family whose lives are changed when they are hit head on by a drunk driver. It is a story about their road to recovery and a deeper faith in God. Especially for 15 year old Jennifer who has a severe brain injury and the family is told she may not live through the night.

    Her mother wants her daughter to be healed and whole again and begs God to make her normal. But God has another plan, one that involves answering Jen's journal prayers in a way that no one would ever imagine or ask for. When Jen finally wakes she can not remember anything or anyone but knows the words to many worship songs and scriptures. She can hardly form words except when she sings worship songs and prays to God.

    This story is inspiring. It made me long for a deeper relationship with God. I was jealous for what Jen had even though I would never wish for the way it happened. Jen desired to be a bold witness for God before the accident but she was terribly shy. She often wrote in prayer journals asking God to give her a boldness and the words to say. She asked Him to change her life, to give her a testimony. God answered.

    Sometimes we may not like the way things happen in life but God's ways are so much higher than ours. We don't see the future and what influence our struggles may have on someone else. We have the choice to gripe and complain or to praise and worship. We go through seemingly impossible and unfair things because He sees the greater purpose for us down the road. He loves the weak because His glory will be all the greater for that weakness.

    God was able to use Jen to spread the gospel even if by our standards He didn't heal her completely. Jen often said in this story that God heals her everyday. He never stops healing. I want to say so much more about this story but that would give the whole book away. It is a must read. It is a life changer if you allow it to be.

    I received a complimentary copy through the Tyndale Blog Network in exchange for a review. I was not required to provide a positive review and all opinions are my own.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2014

    Jade

    Sighed and walked out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    Kevin

    "Fuq fuq fuq fuq yes" i say pounding Jens puzzy a few more times and pull out still in the same position for Liz to suck my co.ck

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    Liz

    I lick the head and suck on it slightly. I let your dick slide into my mouth and moan when i tasye jens juices on it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Jen

    My legs wrap around kevin tightly. "F<_>uck" i moan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014

    Luke

    Wals in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2013

    Too religious for my liking

    Great story, but I was expecting it to be more about recovery and family and less about faith.

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  • Posted October 23, 2012

    Highly Recommend

    This is the story of a young girl and her life after her family is in an accident. It is a heart warming story, written well and shows that a town can come together on many fronts to help those in need.

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  • Posted April 4, 2012

    Highly recommend!

    Great book, fast shipping, B&B continues to impress!

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  • Posted March 25, 2012

    It was my privilege to read “Miracle for Jen” a true

    It was my privilege to read &ldquo;Miracle for Jen&rdquo; a true story written by Linda Barrick with John Perry.

    On Sunday, November 5, 2006, the Barrick family was traveling home having experienced an almost perfect day. Andy and Linda&rsquo;s son Josh had played in a baseball tournament over the weekend and their daughter Jen was making her musical debut in the church choir that evening. The choir would be performing one of Jen&rsquo;s favorite songs, &ldquo;Lord, You Are Holy.&rdquo;

    Following the evening service the Barrick&rsquo;s invited family and friends over to watch a football game. But the Barrick family wouldn&rsquo;t make it home that night. In fact, it would be over 3 months later before the family would be home together again. Unbeknownst to them, a drunk driver was barreling down road going 80 miles.

    The Barrick family was gravely injured when a truck ran over the family&rsquo;s van. Having sustained multiple skull fractures and brain injuries Jen was not expected to survive the night. But God had other plans.

    &ldquo;A Miracle for Jen&rdquo; details the long road of recovery for Jen Barrick and her family. Jen remained comatose for weeks. Family and friends rallied around the Barrick&rsquo;s and sacrificially loved them and helped meet their needs. Someone remained by Jen&rsquo;s bedside 24 hours a day, praying, reading the Bible and playing worship and praise music.

    Having been warned that brain-injured comatose patients are often agitated and confused as they are waking up and may lash out, they weren&rsquo;t expecting what would happen next. A phone call came in the middle of the night, &ldquo;Linda, you won&rsquo;t believe this, but Jen started praying out loud for forty-five minutes and hasn&rsquo;t stopped since.&rdquo;

    This was just the beginning of God doing an amazing work in the life of a young woman who loves the Lord and had fully committed her life to Him.

    This family would never be the same again. Their journey would not be easy. Each day there would be a choice to trust God and the work He was doing in their lives and depend fully on Him or to give in to pain, bitterness and unforgiveness and doubt God&rsquo;s love.

    Linda Barrick shares openly and honestly about the struggles they faced as a family. It was a journey they never wished for, didn&rsquo;t deserve and didn&rsquo;t understand. It was their faith in God and His goodness that brought them through.

    Through reading &ldquo;A Miracle for Jen&rdquo;, my faith was encouraged, strengthened and challenged. There were times I both cried and rejoiced. This is a wonderful book and I highly recommend it. This book is a keeper and one I want to read again in my own journey of life.

    Tyndale House has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book to review. I am under no obligation to give a favorable review.

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  • Posted March 14, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    The Barrick family is coming home one evening when their lives a

    The Barrick family is coming home one evening when their lives are forever changed. A drunk driver hits them head on and all of them sustain injuries that put them in the hospital. But the daughter, Jen, will never be the same. What begin as prayers for recovery turn into prayers of acceptance and prayers for guidance. It's clear that God has plans for Jen and the family is learning to adapt.

    This book was very well written. I was able to read it all in one evening. I was riveted from the very beginning. The journey that this family has been on is amazing and miraculous. And the testimony that Jen is now able to give is reaching more people than she ever dreamed possible.

    This book is a must read. I would especially recommend it for young teens. It is a powerful testimony that I'm thankful to have read.

    I received this book free of charge from Tyndale in exchange for my honest review.

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    Posted May 28, 2012

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    Posted September 23, 2012

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