Posted on 06/14/2014 9:23:22 PM PDT by MNDude
I believe in miracles (as in the Biblical sense), but I don't think I can say I've actually ever witnessed one. I'm curious if anyone here feels they've ever seen a real one before. If so, what is your miracle story?
I’ll see your miraculous synchronicity and raise you the grace of God....
Several .. and I wrote a book about it, “Miracles Upon Miracles”. It’s available at Amazon - soft cover and Kindle.
It’s 30 years worth of my testimonies.
The extraordinary deliverance of my BIL from addiction - again, too much to write comfortably here.
My father was miraculously healed of pancreatic cancer... and lived another 15 years.
A good friend, crippled from birth, under a laying on of hands, had his leg healed - It physically grew 2" in the sight of the congregation.
I spent 7 years in screaming pain, bedridden/wheelchair bound. Lost my health, my business, eventually my house, my wife and family... EVERYTHING. Again, too long a tale to impart here, but literally overnight the pain receded, and I got up from my sickbed, under extremely extraordinary circumstances. I am in my fourth year of restoration, and every step I take, every time I pick up a tool, every single motion and breath, is a joyful thing.
Our God is an awesome God. PRAISE YHWH! And PRAISE YESHUA the Messiah! For by HIS STRIPES are we healed!
That is very refreshing. NEVER GIVE UP!
Yes. This is so true. I witnesses and am a constant recipient of God’s miracles. And He has miraculously saved my life at least twice. I am forever grateful and always humbled by His CONSTANT presence and attentiveness to me in my life. I am truly blessed and do try and pray to always be used for His purpose in any way that He may need to use me as well.
Thank you for your kind reply. : )
Our eagerly awaited grandson was born with spina bifida and hydrocephalus. He spent the first five weeks of his life in an out of town NICU. That is when our family entered the world of people living the “new normal”. There were many miracles to witness in that unit, and when we were able to return home, two perfect strangers separately presented themselves to me as having spina bifida, telling me their stories of challenges, surgeries, and eventual ability to hold jobs and marry and raise families.
When he was two, our grandson suffered shunt failure. He had such
violent sick headaches that the ambulance driver and doctors and nurses
at two hospitals prayed aloud for him and my 9 mo. pregnant daughter
and her husband. We informed our pastor, a man born in and rescued
from N. Korea, who dropped everything to drive the 50 miles to
the big city ICU.
Our grandson sobbed and wailed at any stimulus, so the room was silent and darkened. The pastor went straight to our little guy, laid hands on his
face and prayed quietly in Korean, his face turned upward. Moments after pastor left, our grandson sat bolt upright, blinked, smiled at us, and indicated that he’d like the lights on and cartoons turned on (he was diagnosed with autism at age two, and was mute until he was five). He was retested, and all signs of the shunt blockage were gone. Surgery
no longer needed. This took place in a large metro area in upstate NY.
There have been many other miracles. Our beloved daughter-in-law suddenly left and divorced our son. As I took a flight out of the same
metro area to visit him, my seatmate, a black lady, asked why I was flying that day. She held my hand and prayed aloud for my son and our family, then did so again as we landed. On my way back, waiting for a connecting flight in Atlanta, my seatmate in the airport waiting room asked the same question. Why are you traveling today? When I told her, she gathered two others, all from the same upstate NY metro area, and they prayed aloud for us, too. One of the people was a special educator for the
autistic.
There are many other examples of different types of miracles in my life.I didn’t see them coming, but was awed by them. My life was saved more than once. Still trying to figure out why.
To each his own.
I see no real advantage, and something of a cop-out, in reliance on the “God” concept. There is nothing but your own consciousness, your own mental continuum - and even that conceit is finally seen to be just a mental construct, capable of being deconstructed down to the proverbial “yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination . . . “
Walk the tightrope without a net, if you want to learn what’s what.
Nope, dagogo, there actually is a God. God is way beyond myth to me. God has proven Himself a person.
The only thing that could complain about cop-out is your own damn ego.
Wow, such a compelling rejoinder.
Yawn.
I am one.
Yawn at reality and lean on your ego all you want. Sooner or later ego fails. And you’ll find that the moral universe bespeaks far, far more than some impersonal “Karma.”
Not to mention how can all around us be considered non divine creation?
It defies happenstance in every way
I used to drive all over the Country for my sales job (70,000 miles per year). I always said that I was traveling with my "Guardian Angel" aboard as I have many stories similar to yours.
And no, it wasn't a subconscious thing. The most striking was a time when I was traveling Southbound on an Interstate and was "told" LOUDLY to slow down and go over the the right shoulder...so I did. Over the hill came a Northbound car flying up out of the median into the lane where I "would" have been had I continued apace.
By the way, my Guardian Angel was great about warning me when I would meet a law enforcement vehicle..never once failed. "Slow Down" I would hear; and within a mile there it was...LOL! Who knew that they would be concerned with that?
I'm pretty sure "she" is one of my Grandmothers, actually...for a variety of reasons.
I retell this story every time one of these threads appears.
Many years ago, I was on my way to visit some friends, and along the way was a roadside eatery that I had seen many times. They always had a sign out advertising snapper soup, so for some reason, as a spur of the moment thing, I stopped, and had a bowl of that soup.
I have always been a seatbelt user, but as I got back into my car, again for some unexplained reason, I failed to buckle my seatbelt. It was a tricky affair that required two hands to do, and I resolved to fasten it the first time I had to stop. It was an old-style belt that had no give to it. Once you were in, you couldn’t move around much.
I was driving a 2-seat convertible sports car, with a rollbar over the seats. There was one particularly bad curve, blind and banked the wrong way, and I lost it.
Along this stretch of road was an old style guard rail made of a wire rope on wooden posts.
Somehow, the front of the car got under the wire rope, and one of those wooden posts came up over the car, punched through the roof, dented the rollbar right over the driver’s seat, and put a brown scuff on the black headrest.
The car came to rest parallel to the road, on a 45 degree embankment leading down to a farm field. Why it didn’t roll over, I don’t know.
What I do know is that if my belt had been buckled, that wooden post would have hit me right in the face and I would have been killed instantly.
Instead, I walked away with only a few scratches.
Just a coincidence? Dumb luck? Or divine intervention?
You decide.
anyone who has seen their child being born has seen GODs work and a miracle.
Guardian Angel and radar detector in one. :)
There are no big miracles or small miracles. A miracle involves the intervention of God. Also, there are no big sins or small sins, Sins are all equal.
Never seen a miracle but have gotten a “God wink”
A friend told me about an incident in the Korean War. His unit was headed to a very hot area to keep control of a hill. One of the troops coming back the other way said to him, “You’re a dead man.”
As they were running along a ridge, he felt a compulsion to stop. The guy behind him bumped into him and said something about the sudden stop. Just then a mortar shell landed in front of him a distance away, exactly where he would have been if he had kept running.
He survived the battle on the hill also.
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