Seeing is Believing that Miracles Do Happen

CantonRep.com ^ | January 5, 2003 | Bob Russ

[r9etb]

check out mine at #16

LOL!!! Doncha just hate it when He does that?

[AppyPappy]

A miracle? Did you say "A miracle"????

Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 3Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

[dglang]

That percedntage might be 'Ejection Efficiency', or the percentage of the blood within the heart that is ejected at each contraction. I have pretty severe cardiac arythmia and experience several problems. A few years ago during testing, the doctors rated my percentage at 44%.

That didn't sound very encouraging to me, but the doctors said that it was quite ok and nothing to worry about.

[azhenfud]

My friend's mother went to Duke Medical to have some tests done. The doctors there told her the had found a brain tumor the size of a golf ball and surgery was recommended immediately (the next am). That night, our church initiated the "prayer chain" and each one on the list was called to intercede for her.

Upon the surgeons performing the prodecure, the doctors said they'd never seen anything like what they found. They said the tumor was dead from the inside and that upon touching the "shell" with the scalpel the tissue "burst like a balloon" into nothing. There was nothing there to extract.

My friend's mother has been well now for five years with no affects at all.

God is merciful, indeed.

Az

[AnnaZ]

[Hatteras]

In 1988, I was sitting at the maternity ward window marveling over our newborn 10-1/2 pound bouncing baby truck, er...I mean boy. I noticed another man standing a few yards down equally in awe of his own newborn child except he wasn't in awe. He was standing there with one hand on the glass and trying to brush back a cascade of tears with his other.

I approached him, offered him a cloth diaper (hey, they made great hankies) and asked him if he was okay. I didn't want to pry but you just can't ignore the emotions he was going through.

He told me everything was just fine. Everything was remarkably... just fine. He must have seen the puzzled look in my eyes so he started to explain why he was so overly emotional. His wife had a number of setbacks during the pregnancy (I'm sorry I don't recall what the technical terms were) and the doctors had told them that she was in danger of losing the baby. They went home and prayed.

Around the seventh month, the doctors told them that the baby was not showing any positive signs (I'm guessing that meant very weak heart rate, unusually underdeveloped organs, etc... but for whatever reason the baby was given absolutely no chance of survival) and they regretted to inform them that it would be in everyone's best interest that they "terminate" the pregnancy.

He gave me the same shocking stare as he and his wife must have given the doctors. He told me that there was no way in God's name would they take the life of their baby. If God wanted his baby, God would take it. In the meantime, they were God's stewards and would do whatever they could to see that this precious little soul was not wasted. This young man told me that each night he went home and prayed like he had never prayed before.

Soon after they refused the doctors advice the weekly checkups started showing more positive results. The turnaround in the babies health left the doctors a little skeptical but they couldn't deny that the baby was showing very little signs of the previously terminal diagnosis. 2 months later, a full term, their baby boy was born. He was above average on the APGAR tests, had all his fingers and toes and showed absolutely no defects. He was a perfectly happy and healthy baby boy, and the doctors were left scratching their heads as they went back over their 7th month diagnosis.

I had never given a complete stranger a hug, but after that tale, he didn't quite seem so strange. I wished him well, and quickly turned to walk away so he wouldn't see the tear forming in the corner of my eye. Miracle? You bet.

[NYer]

Why did my mom live while other children did not?

For the very reasons you cited .... so that you could share that story with us today and bring hope into the hearts of others. Thank you for your wonderful story!!

[Gary Boldwater]

Maybe they are referring to stroke volume, ie cardiac output.

[Dasaji]

A couple of summers ago, we got into our boat around 5pm to head down river to a restaurant with our two little girls and one of their friends. We would need to go through a lock at one point, but figured no problem, it was a beautiful day and we would have more than enough time to head back home while it was still light out. We also knew that it would still be early enough in the evening to get fuel in the boat for the ride back. On the ride down, we drove full throttle, thus consuming 3/4 of the tank by the time we got to the restaurant.

The restaurant was packed, we were starved, the little girls were miserable because they were hungry. We finally were seated and knew we'd have to eat very quickly and get out of there ASAP because the gas docks at the only marina on the way back would be closing.

Our food seemed to arrive hours later and the sun was on its way down. It was about 8:45 pm. We wolfed the food down, paid the bill and ran out to the boat to get going. A loud crack thundered overhead and rain began to pelt us. A storm appeared "from nowhere" and was blowing south, in the direction we were heading.

I had the girls get up under the tiny nose of the boat to stay dry while my husband and I had to both stand to navigate through the near darkness, through many narrow bends in the river and pelting rain. Oh, and the gas gauge was edging under 1/4 as we flew like the wind up river. The marina we sought was just ahead...

But by the time we got there, the gas docks had been shut down. My husband, daring creature he is, decided to continue home so that we'd at least be closer to home when we finally ran out of gas and would need to be towed. We were also still on the other side of the lock, which can turn into a time consuming ordeal waiting for your side to open to lock through.

I was terrified of being caught out on the river in the darkness and rain because of the heavy barge traffic. It was a dangerous situation. So I prayed. I prayed hard.

"Lord, we must get in front of this storm, and Lord, we are running out of gas. Lord, PLEASE, you've GOT to do something with this fuel situation!!"

A few minutes later, obsessing about the gas gauge, I had to look twice at the reading: it said 3/4. I tapped it with my finger and it still said 3/4 of a tank. I wept. And the rain stopped. Starry skies now overhead. We arrived at the lock...they saw us coming and the huge doors were opening for us by the time we reached it. Once out on the other side it was a short ride to our marina.

My husband dropped me and the girls off at our marina and as I stepped on the dock, I was sprinkled with rain....from a completely clear and starry sky. It was a nice sprinkle and I took it as a Message that I need not to have worried, the we would be taken care of. We headed up to my car which I had just filled up completely with gas that afternoon before boating. I turned the key and the gas gauge caught my eye:

It was down by half a tank.

[freedumb2003]

I was with my wife and her family in Mexico (she is from Monterrey, Mx). We were driving on a single lane highway behind someone towing a baha-type off-road vehicle with HUGE wheels (probably 24-inchers). Well, one of the things fell OFF the vehicle and then, I swear as I sit here, it appeared to VEER, mid-air, and bounce about a meter in front of us, then over our car, then (as I looked back) bounced into a revine.

Had we been 1 KPH slower or faster or even a few feet closer, I would not be here to tell this story.

Anyone who has even seen what happens when a wheel with tire hits a car knows the death and carnage that can follow. Our angels, to my everlasting humility, decided to grab that wheel and jump it over our car.

Yes, miracles happen all the time.

[freedumb2003]

OK, a second miracle (sometimes you don't even see your blessings in front of you....)

My wife reminded me of a HUGE miracle we encounter every day. My cat, Musica, is over 20 years old. That is like 110 or 120 people years. She is spry, jumps up onto the bed, is demanding as all get out and basically allows us to serve her at her whim. Her sister Neysa passed away 2 years ago at 18.

Since I am 43 years old, my babies have been a part of my life for nearly half of my life. They saw me through so much and always gave me unconditional love.

Musica keeps my wife company since I am away from home every week (I am a consultant engaged in Pittsburgh and Memphis but I live in Los Angeles). We have, by choice, no children.

My understanding is that the average cat lifespan is 15 years but the oldest cat on record lived to be 32 years old so she has a good 10 years or so.

This is not a minor miracle. God watches after my wife and my kittie for reasons He only knows. I am again humbled and on those bad nights away from home when I think of existence, I know that, if I am reasonably good, I will be together in the afterlife with my wife, her favorite dog, and my cats.

In the meantime, I thank God for holding my extraordanairy cat alive. Every day.

[Russell Scott]

In the coming days, as this world is transformed into Christ's Kingdom, miracles will be more common than taxes. The world is on the verge of being stunned by the Almighty God. Imagine 144,000 Sons of God, with the exact same annointing as Jesus, all of them loose on the Earth at the same time, and you understand why He said "greater works shall ye do, because I go to the Father."

[Mr_Magoo]

Any freepers who have been blessed by a miracle?

YES!

Just 2 months ago I had a heart attack that should have killed me. The artery that feeds the entire right side of my heart was completly blocked. The artery feeding the left side was over 95% blocked. A quad bypass later, and I am still here to FReep.

The more I learn about my condition, the more I am in awe of God's Grace.

[exDemMom]

Not a personal story, but one that touched me nevertheless:

A few years ago, I heard a news item about a house catching fire while a teenage boy was sleeping inside. Someone driving along the freeway saw the fire, exited the freeway, drove to the house, broke into the house, found the unconscious boy, dragged him outside to safety, and left the scene.

Of course, the boy's rescuer was an angel.

[NYer]

t was a nice sprinkle and I took it as a Message that I need not to have worried, the we would be taken care of.

What an amazing story!!! Are you a professional writer? Your story is meticulous.

I live near the Erie canal. Sometimes in good weather, I'll take the bassets down to Lock 7, where they enjoy looking at the river, the fishermen and the boats. Watching boats move through the locks is quite an experience!

Love the ending of your story ... just love it! Thanks for sharing.

[Johnny Gage]

Here's mine, not a "miracle", but one I would call an "angelic intervention".

I was canoeing in the Boundry Waters Canoe Area on the Minnesota/Canadian border. It was a group of about 10 of us, from a church youth group.
We portaged from one lake to another, and had loaded our gear back on the canoes and headed out across the lake.
We were about 300 yards from the shore when we heard someone yelling. Looking back towards the portage, we saw three people waving, and we could make out something about gear. My canoe partner and I told everyone else that we would go back and get the gear we left and catch up with the group at the other end of the lake.

We get back to the portage, and sure enough there's one "duluth pack" sitting there. But there was NO ONE around. We were perplexed at this, and we hiked the portage all the way back to the previous lake, and never saw anyone! When we looked out on that lake, there was NO ONE on the water either. Bear in mind, that the portage trail went from one lake to the other, with no other trails intersecting it. There was no sign of anyone. We got back to our canoe and headed out. We could see the portage nearly the entire time we paddled to catch up, and never saw anyone come out of it.

God watches over his people, and sends his messengers when needed to help us out.

[NYer]

If God wanted his baby, God would take it. In the meantime, they were God's stewards and would do whatever they could to see that this precious little soul was not wasted. This young man told me that each night he went home and prayed like he had never prayed before.

Another beautiful testimony to the power of faith and prayer. Thank you so much for sharing this story of the miracle of birth.

[MsLady]

WAAAAHOOOOOO!!! Thanks for the ping. This is an incredible story, G-d is just awesome. I believe we are going to see much more of this in the coming months. I believe that miracles are going to become the norm. Praise and glory to G-d!!!!