A Lot Can Happen in Three Days
In just three days, God can work miracles! Learn how Dianna Hobbs experienced life-changing transformation and find inspiration to believe for your own miracle, healing, and breakthrough.
Photo: Evangelist Dianna Hobbs delivers her first sermon in five years on Wednesday, March 26, 2025, at New Beginnings COGIC in Buffalo, NY. (Credit: Kaleb Hobbs)
The Spirit of God stirred something in my heart today, and I know this message will find whoever needs to hear it.
On March 26th, I stood behind the pulpit at New Beginnings COGIC in Buffalo, NY, preaching my first sermon in over five years. After surviving a ministroke, nearly 30 seizures, and a traumatic brain injury (TBI) in 2019, I was riding waves of holy fire that night. The sanctuary was packed, and God's presence was thick enough to touch. His Word went forth like arrows, breaking chains and setting captives free.
But can I be real with you for a minute?
Getting there nearly broke me. In the days leading up to the service, my TBI-triggered anxiety wreaked havoc in my mind. Dark thoughts circled like vultures: "Nobody's coming." "You'll freeze up there." "Your brain's damaged, and you can't string two thoughts together anymore." "Five years of silence, and this is how you come back? To fail?"
Living with brain trauma means fighting a war in your own head. Sometimes the enemy's lies feel tattooed on your brain, attacking your worth, your purpose, your calling. But I refused to let Satan have the last word. I stayed on my knees, soaked in the Word, and pressed forward even when my mind felt like a battlefield.
The morning of the service dawned with unexpected peace. That is, until I walked into the church. The sanctuary was already full. A precious sister serving as an adjutant showed me and my family to the office. But once that door closed behind her, everything unraveled. Panic crashed over me like a tidal wave. My hands shook so violently I couldn't hold water. Tears came hot and fast as I crumbled.
It took pep talks, breathing exercises, desperate prayer, and the Holy Ghost Himself to get me out of that office! But when I finally stepped into the sanctuary, electricity filled the air. The women of God were testifying about the miracle He worked in my life at that 2017 prayer service, reminding me exactly why we'd gathered.
Then His power hit me like lightning. Before I knew what was happening, I was dancing before the Lord, and fear scattered.
What a night! His Spirit poured out like oil, smooth and rich. I ministered with His fire in my bones, laid hands on His people, and watched Him move in ways that left us all in awe.
The Aftermath
After the service, I floated home on clouds of glory. God's will had prevailed. Testimonies of breakthrough and deliverance brought tears of joy streaming down my face. Everything had exceeded my wildest prayers.
Then came the sucker punch: severe sickness.
My immune system, still fragile from my 2019 health crisis, couldn't keep up. What started as a cold the next day spiraled into lung inflammation and violent coughing fits. Soon, pneumonia set in. My doctor prescribed an antibiotic, Azithromycin. And though it was safe, just hearing the word "antibiotic" triggered PTSD flashbacks to 2019. Whew!
That's when Bactrim—now permanently marked in red on my charts—nearly killed me with a rare allergic reaction. But God's grace carried me through the Azithromycin, and slowly, my lungs began to heal.
Then Satan threw another punch.
A red, angry lump appeared on the right side of my head. Within 48 hours, it had grown into something monstrous and excruciating. Too sick to wait for regular office hours, I dragged myself to urgent care. They misdiagnosed it as an infected abscess, prescribed topical antibiotics, and attempted to drain it—jabbing my head repeatedly with a sterile needle and squeezing until I saw stars. All that torture yielded nothing but more pain and a spreading infection.
The real diagnosis came a day later from my doctor: cellulitis, an aggressive bacterial infection eating through my soft tissues. By then, my eye had nearly swollen shut, my head looked deformed, and the room wouldn't stop spinning. I was as sick as I looked—maybe sicker.
After weeks of illness and a new infection, discouragement came knocking. I'd gone from the mountain of that prayer service to the valley of despair. The doctor prescribed a different antibiotic for my cellulitis—Augmentin—promising improvement by day three of a seven-day course. But those first few days came and went with no change. Seven full days passed, and I was still struggling.
"Three more days," the doctor said.
The stakes were climbing higher by this point. Without improvement, I faced hospitalization for IV antibiotics. The infection in my head threatened to reach my brain. Fear loomed large. I looked and felt like death warmed over. Sick to my stomach. Unable to sleep at night. Weak and quivering. But I planted my feet and rebuked that fear in Jesus' name!
Then I heard it, clear as crystal; the Spirit of the Lord spoke: "Burdock Root."
I blinked. "What's that?"
I had no idea this herb carried centuries of healing power, especially for skin infections. But God knew. I found the supplements, and within one day of taking them alongside my antibiotic, my family's eyes went wide: "Something's different—you look better!"
Hope flickered to life. By day three of this Heaven-sent combination, I woke up feeling like a new creation. The swelling had vanished, my skin glowed with health, and that skull-crushing pain that had kept me from sleep? Gone without a trace! No more spinning rooms. No more feeling like my head might explode. No more malaise.
The enemy had whispered his lies: "You thought God called you to that prayer service? Look at you now; you'll die for that mistake." "What you thought was the voice of God was an error in judgment." "Your ministry is over; just accept it!"
I'd plummeted from spiritual heights to physical depths. But God, who specializes in impossible cases, showed up right on tim. He proved that a lot can happen in three days!
A Three-Day Window
Three days might seem like nothing—a blink, a breath, a heartbeat. When you're facing impossible odds and need an urgent turnaround, it can feel like three seconds. Just not enough time, you know?
But our God?
Oh my—He specializes in three-day miracles!
Remember King Hezekiah? Death came knocking with a terminal illness, but Hezekiah's tears moved God's heart. Through Isaiah, the Lord declared, "I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; surely I will heal you. On the third day, you shall go up to the house of the Lord" (2 Kings 20:5). Death's sentence became a 15-year extension of life, all within three days.
Queen Esther faced the genocide of her people. Her response? A three-day fast. No food, no water, before walking into the king's throne room uninvited, knowing it could cost her life. But on that third day, when she stepped through those doors, grace met her there. Her courage, wrapped in God's timing, saved an entire nation from destruction.
Three days—God's favorite window for impossible turnarounds.
But the greatest three-day miracle? It happened on a hill called Calvary.
They nailed Jesus to a cross, watched Him die, and sealed Him in a borrowed tomb. Satan thought he'd won. Death thought it had the final word. But early Sunday morning, when the women came to anoint His body, they found an empty grave instead. Death couldn't hold Him. The grave couldn't keep Him. Just as He promised, after three days, Jesus rose with all power in His hands, securing eternal life for everyone who believes (Luke 24:7; 1 Corinthians 15:4).
The cross wasn't the end; it was just the beginning. Because Jesus rose, we live with unshakable hope. Even when life buries us under mountains of trials, resurrection is always possible.
More Than Enough
Oh, my friend, maybe you're stuck in your own "three-day" period right now. Not enough time. Not enough resources. Not enough strength. Not enough evidence that things will ever change. The weight of "not enough" feels like it's crushing every last bit of hope you have.
I know that place intimately—the darkness that settles over your spirit, the pain that no one else sees, the endless waiting that makes minutes feel like months. The voice of doubt that whispers, "This time, there's no way out."
But listen closely: Our God, whose resurrection power still shakes the earth today, does His most extraordinary work in three-day windows. When human logic says "impossible," Heaven's timeline says, "Watch Me work." When man says "not enough," God declares, "More than enough!"
More than enough time.
More than enough resources.
More than enough strength.
More than enough grace.
When you don't have enough, He is more than enough.
The same God who supernaturally whispered "Burdock Root" to me when medical science had no answers—He's already crafting your breakthrough. Right now, as these words reach your heart, He's releasing fresh favor over your situation, revealing solutions you couldn't see before, and moving pieces you didn't even know existed.
The enemy says, "It’s impossible."
But Jesus declares, "It is finished!" (John 19:30) — and His word always wins. His Word never returns void. His victory is final. And because He finished it, you will finish strong too.
Listen, a lot can happen in three days, and, friend, a lot is about to happen for you.
I hear it clear as crystal in my spirit, and I declare it over your situation right now: "Your third day is coming."
To encourage your heart, I'm stirring 1 Corinthians 15:4 NLT into your cup of inspiration, which says, "He was buried, and he was raised from the dead on the third day, just as the Scriptures said."
As you drink down the contents of your cup, know this with certainty: When problems persist and solutions seem delayed, resurrection power is already at work. The same power that rolled away the stone, that raised Christ from the dead, that has transformed every devastating diagnosis into a testimony of divine deliverance—that power is stirring in your situation right now.
Your third day isn't just coming. It's already begun.
Now Let’s Pray:
God, I thank You for the reminder that my "not enough" is more than enough for You, the Wonder-worker. When impossible odds, immovable obstacles, and insurmountable hurdles stand in my way, help me trust in Your omnipotence—Your unmatched power to raise me from any valley, just as You raised Christ from the dead. I declare by faith that I shall see resurrection and restoration in my circumstances! My third-day miracle is on the horizon, and I praise You for it in advance. In Jesus' name, Amen.
If you desire prayer, please allow me, along with my intercessory prayer team, to stand in faith with you for breakthrough. We would be so honored. We have seen God work over and over again. There is power in agreement. Click here to request prayer now.
As always, thanks for reading and until next time... may today's cup of inspiration uplift, encourage, and empower you!
