When I was in my senior year at the Academy - My Maternal Grandpa was on the downward slide. I was finishing my semester Finals in Dec. when he was admitted into the hospital. I prayed to the Lord and said, "I know that if you've decided it is his time then it is; please, for my mother's sake stay your gentle hand until I can be home to comfort my mother."
I left Annapolis at 3 on Friday and arrived home at 3:30 the next morning. Spoke with mom for a few minutes and then laid down to sleep. I woke at 6 to the phone ringing. It was the hospital. My grandfather, God rest his soul, had just passed away.
I don't consider it a miracle, but I have never questioned such tellings since.
I love hearing the stories of "God-incidences"!
"I don't consider it a miracle..."
Who are we to determine the depth or degree of a miracle? Not all that seems small, is.