My miracle was life-saving. The day after Christmas 1996, my brother and I decided to go sledding on the hill that ran down to our school buildings. I was ten, and he was seven. That morning as I woke up, however, I had a strange feeling. I felt a sense of foreboding, warning me to take caution. Because of this, we brought our trusty dog, Shadow, along. We were sledding, and one time, my brother pushed off extra hard and flew down the hill. He was going too fast and was going to run into the wall of the school. But I was too frightened to call out. Shadow, however, wasn't. She let out a shrill bark, which was the only time we had ever heard her bark, and this surprised my brother so much that he turned his head to look at her just before crashing into the wall. I ran to him and found him unconscious. Luckily an adult had seen what happened and called an ambulance. The paramedics said my brother had a concussion but would be all right. If he had hit the wall looking forward, however, he might have had brain damage or even died. Shadow's one and only bark in her lifetime was crucial and most likely saved my brother's life. She taught us that angels sometimes wear fur coats. And I learned to trust those little warning feelings that come from somewhere or someone where we are watched over lovingly.

Kjirstin Aurora, CO

My Miracle or Divine Intervention occurred 23 years ago when I was touched by the grace of God. During this time in my life I was heavily involved in using alcohol and drugs and on the run from myself. Having failed at committing suicide my addiction lead me to 6 months of homelessness. During the evening I would sleep in a restroom stall, while in the daytime I would steal food from grocery stores so that I could eat. If I didn't get food by stealing, I would wait outside McDonald's knowing when the warm "throw aways" would be pitched in the dumpster. I eventually found myself emotionally, financially and spiritually bankrupt, hitting my all-time low. One day sitting in a friend's apartment by myself, I began to cry, not knowing what else to do. I called to God and surrendered my will to him, asking for his grace. After some moments of this, I heard a voice say, "You are going to be okay." Startled, I looked behind me to see if someone was in the room. There wasn't. A warm feeling filled my body. I experienced "the peace that passes all understanding." Later I learned that my sister had had a dream that same night where she dreamt I was in trouble. One week later I checked myself into a rehab program and have maintained my recovery from addiction for 23 years now. Today, I work as an addiction counselor, realizing that God gave me a gift that has a responsibility attached. That responsibility is to take care of my own mental and physical health, but more importantly to live by Jesus's words when he said, "What you do to your brother you do unto me."

Dean G. Stewartville, MN

Right after Sept 11th (9/11), I had to fly to New Mexico to see my Grandparents. I was a little uneasy about flying since the terrorist attacks, but since security was so tight, I thought I would be all right. But then while in the air, the airplane encountered some serious turbulence, and I started feeling alarmed. Then the plane took a huge dip and my heart fell into my stomach. I thought the turbulence would stop soon, but it continued on. I started to get panicked, imagining the plane falling from the sky. I had brought my Bible to read on the plane because it had been a while since I had time to read it. I held it on my lap and had a sudden thought that I should pray like Jesus did when he told the waves in the sea to be calm. I found the passage in my Bible and read it. Then I did likewise. I prayed for the winds to cease. I talked to them and told them "Peace be still," or something like that. And they did! Not within minutes, but within seconds. The turbulence stopped and the rest of the ride was as smooth as could be. I was in awe at God for this little miracle. I spent the rest of the flight marveling to myself and chuckling at God for His amazing power.

DKS Lansing, MI

My father died in January 1988. The next night, I had a dream that my dad called me on the phone. He asked how I was doing, in other words, was I OK with his death. I answered that I would be OK. He replied that he wanted to let me know that he was OK too. He asked me to do a favor for him. He said that my mother and a family friend, Bob, were in the bilge of my parent's houseboat. And that my mother was worrying about what to do with the boat's batteries for the winter. My dad asked me to call her, since I knew what to do with them, and let her know. The night before the funeral, Bob and his wife spent the night with us, and I told Bob about the dream. He turned white as a sheet. He said that if I did not believe in the Hereafter, I would when he told me what he was about to say. On the night I had my dream, he and my mother were indeed down in the bilge of the boat and my mother was worrying about what to do with the batteries for the winter! This erased any fear of dying for me. I look forward to being with my dad again.

T. Brewer Battle Creek, MI

In my job I deal with a lot of unhappy people. This was a usual busy Monday. My first 4 clients were angry and yelling. I managed to calm them down but believe me it took all I had to keep on working. Then the 5th client called and this time I couldn't understand a word she said. She was foreign and had a very heavy accent. Just then, it was all I could take. I put my elbows on my desk in front of me and put my head down in my hands and said a little prayer. This is what I said, "Please God let me understand this person". The next words out of this woman's mouth were in plain English. I heard absolutely no accent. I believe that if we ask for the sake of others our prayers can be answered instantly. I was able to help the woman which in turn made my job a lot better.

Cindy H. Edmonton AB Canada

Whilst I was eleven years old, I took my Christianity very seriously and even now I still do. It was in Africa, when I lost my exercise book at school and in my country if something like that happens, you will get a beating with a cane as a form of punishment. I was very scared, I wasn't used to getting punished, and I started to cry. I began frantically looking for my exercise book among other books all the time crying. Now in the class I was alone with this other boy who did not like me at all. In fact we were not the best of friends. During my frantic search, all of a sudden something told me to pray to the Lord for help. I did in my heart, praying and begging for the Lord to help me find my book. I searched the entire cupboard for a long time researching and searching but to no avail. All of a sudden the boy came up to me and asked me what I was doing, I tearfully told him I was looking for my book. He reached his hand into the cupboard and to my surprise pulled out my book from the very place I had searched over and over again. "Is this it" he asked I said yes it is. And he gave it to me. I thanked him for it, but most of all I gave the living God all the thanks from the deepest pit of my heart and I believe this was indeed a miracle from God. Hallelujah!

Joseph D. U.K.

When I was 7 years old, my father became very ill and was hospitalized with a horrible case of colitis, that wouldn't get better, and he ended up clinging to life for about six months. My mother was pregnant with her sixth child, and even had the baby while he was in the hospital. We received much help from church members and neighbors, and we were hanging on to hope, until one day, my mother returned home from the hospital looking very sad. She sat us all down and explained that the doctors didn't think Dad would make it another night, and that we needed to prepare ourselves for the worst. I went to bed so sad and crying. I did the only thing I felt I could do for comfort. I had always been taught to pray, so I crawled out of my bed and kneeled down to pray for my daddy. I cried as I asked my Heavenly Father please not to take away my daddy. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable warmth that surrounded me and filled my whole being. I felt like I was getting a heavenly hug from Christ and my Heavenly Father, and in my head I was told that my father would get better. I absolutely knew that this was true! In an instant I went from devastating sadness to overwhelming joy. I closed my prayer and ran to tell my mother what had happened and that Dad wasn't going to die. Sure enough, soon thereafter, my father received a fairly new type of life-saving operation that saved his life, and a few weeks later, he was back home with us. I have always known since that time that I have a loving Father and Heaven and an older brother in Jesus who know who I am and who hear and answer my prayers.

Jenne S. Provo, UT

In 1999, we brought home a puppy, Keisha. Within 2 months, she had two surgeries for hip dysplasia. I believe the surgeries were too much for her little body. She didn't recover well and ended up in the hospital with tubes running in her. She couldn't eat and looked horrible. She had a hollow-eyed look. I was heartbroken. I've always had animals in my life. I love them very much. I went to see her everyday before work and after work. I didn't know it at the time, but the vet spoke to my husband about putting her down on Wednesday if she wasn't improving. I went in Tues. morning with my bottle of anointing oil to pray for her. I made my wishes known to the Dr. I put oil on her forehead and I prayed for her. Wednesday morning, the Dr. didn't know what to think. She was up and around and eating. He said she improved tues. night. She became his miracle case. I thank God for that miracle.

Yvonne Chandler, AZ

In my quest for spiritual knowledge I had prayed to Jesus and asked if Angels really do exist. Since praying I was made aware of certain things which had happened to me previously which could now only be attributed to a divine power. But the following event left me in no doubt that the answer to my question had to be a resounding "Yes! Angels do exist!"

I was driving to visit a customer when up ahead I saw a burger van parked in a layby. As I drove past I saw a bag lady sitting nearby surrounded by her bags. Her features and profile were quite clear to me and I noticed the head scarf wrapped over her head and under her chin. Her features were strong and her nose was hooked in a roman kind of way. I felt an instant surge of compassion at her plight and immediately resolved to turn back as soon as I could and see if she would like a cup of tea. Then I remembered that I had forgotten that morning to bring any money with me. I was so annoyed with myself that I could not do this simple thing for the old lady. And as I drove on I wondered how she had ended up there at the roadside and what kind of a life she might have had. Also I wondered about her family, who they were and did any of them know where she was. I was feeling compassion for her, which in my self centered lifestyle was a fairly rare emotion.

Five or ten minutes down the road I spotted a lady walking, (in the same direction as I was driving), at a smart pace up ahead on the left. She was dressed in a soft black coat down to below her knees with a similar hat on her head. As I passed her I glanced across and saw to my surprise that her profile was remarkably similar to that of the bag lady. I was amazed and immediately started speculating that she could be the sister of the bag lady, and if she was, did she know of her sister's plight?

I drove on fully occupied with my thoughts and perhaps five minutes later arrived at my destination. I immediately got out of my van and went into the shop to speak to my customer. I was told he would see me shortly so I turned around and leaned back against a fridge for a short break while waiting. Well there, outside the shop window and standing quite still, was the lady in black. I am sure my eyes opened wider as I looked at her, my thoughts racing, not least because there was no way she could have walked that distance so quickly, but also because seeing her face close up and looking directly at me, ( perhaps fifteen feet away), I was asking myself if she was the bag lady or did she just look like her or was she a relative and what was she doing there?

I was perhaps a little excited but also confused. It was as I questioned what was going on that the most remarkable and extrordinary thing I have ever witnessed occurred right in front of me: The lady in black turned sideways on and pressed her face in profile up against the window. I immediatelt thought, " Her profile is exactly the same as the bag lady." And it was then that, to borrow a 21st century expression, she "morphed" into the bag lady. She went from being tall, smart and upright to being hunched over and dressed like the bag lady. I think my jaw actually dropped as I watched these events unfold. And at that point my customer arrived and I had to deal with him. The next time I looked she was gone.

Having read a little on Angels I know that they perform different duties. In this case, I believe I was being taught about the importance of compasssion. I was absolutely stunned and awestruck by this experience, and it has become a landmark in my spiritual life. My prayer was also answered. Yes, Angels do exist!

Mick R. Godalming, Surrey, England

A wonderful young man with Down's Syndrome was my student. He was an earth angel and made each day I spent with him very blessed. He walked with his class on graduation day 2003 wearing his cap and gown, and I couldn't have been prouder. He moved on with his life and began working full time. I only saw him a few times before I got the news that he had passed away suddenly. Many who had worked with him in high school contributed to a memorial fund. We decided to have a plaque made in his memory. When the plaque was ordered it was supposed to cost around $35, but when it was delivered the cost was $71. When the school secretary looked in the envelope for the money, she thought we might have to collect more, but she found $71 exactly.

Kris Kinnear, WY

There was so much verbal abuse and strife in my childhood home where I lived for a few years with my daughter. Just to escape the painful arguments and "Hell on earth," we went for many nature walks, she and I, to the high school grounds nearby. Usually we would stay gone as long as possible. We would stay just past sunset. Often, I prayed as my little daughter played around on the lawn, or we watched the tennis players on the court until they left. And we looked for four leaf clovers and made flower chains. One day, in my lonliness and depression, I said a silent prayer. "Lord, if you are really there..and really see me and my little daughter..and are aware of all of us on this earth..and see us....then please cause that I will find several four-leaf clovers with my eyes closed as soon as I put my hand into a patch of clovers." I closed my eyes and put my hand in the patch and pulled out a clover. It was a four-leaf clover. And I did this in several other patches, with my eyes closed, and on the first try, I picked a four-leaf clover from each patch. The Lord showed me that he knew exactly where the four-leaf clovers were. This was a great comfort. I remember telling a man at my church about this experience. He didn't seem to get it. He said, "What does it mean...Good luck??" NO! It means the Lord's eyes are on the four leaf clovers, and on the sparrows, and on the young lady escaping to the sweet earth, and upon her little child, and upon each of us, and that he's always there and always aware, and always cares, and listens. Without that connection to Heaven, there would be no point in existing in this life for me.

Patty O. Lawton, OK

One night I went out dancing with friends. I was in the ladies room, and a woman was crying in there. She said she had gone to a funeral that day for a woman who was like her mother. This woman had been there for her when her own mother wasn't. I told her I understood, as I had lost my mother 17 years ago, and it was still hard. She asked how I dealt with it. I told her to have gratitude to God that he did provide someone to care for her when her own mother wasn't there and to be thankful for the time they did have together. I told her to have faith and God will heal one day at a time. Later, she found me at my table and brought me a Happy Birthday Balloon. (It was a month after my birthday.) She told me she had a spiritual connection with me. I did not even know this woman's name, but I was so moved, I gave her a hug. My friends asked if I knew her and I said "no." Later, I read the note attached to the balloon. It said "Happy Birthday Beautiful Daughter. I love you. Mom." I started crying. I believe God places people together for his glory, and he placed me with this stranger to create a miracle for both of us.

Natalie Salem, OR

Once, me and my officemate travelled almost two hours way back to our work place riding on a single motorcycle from a city. i was so scared because it was dark then, and our motorcycle had no frontlight. though it has back light, my fears was still there..we passed to a zigzag road, it was so dark, that was the scarry road in that place, i keep praying while im holding tight to my driver. i know he's praying too. we found out that there's a car behind us, lighting us on our way, he's so far away from us, but we know that there's a car, we both thankful though we dont talk. we wait for the car when we reach the end of the road, we thank the driver wearing white polo shirt and pants. then he asked us where are we goin, then we said two more municipalities. its almost one hour travel from zigzag road. then the driver of the other car tell us that he'll guide us until we reach the next municipality. then still, we are praying, thanking GOD for giving that driver. the funny thing was, we're shouting because we didn't hear eachother because of the wind. we're thinking how can we gave thanks to that person! finally, we reach the first municipality where he said he lived. again, we wait for him in crossing to thank him. after that, we decided to follow his car to let us know where he lives, so we can bring something for him. he didn't know that we follow him! it was so surprising when we saw the car so fast! he turned to right then we still see him...the thing is, we kept our eyes following the car, then we found out, there was suddenly no car ahead of us. we stop our motorcycle, im crying while talkin to my officemate...until we reach our way.....angel is everywhere..hope you like my story

Viel Philippines

I live in Texas on the Gulf Coast. On Wed. September 21, 2005, I'll never forget we were told to evacutate because Hurrican Rita was heading our way. The weather man said it was going to be a big hurricane, a cat 5. I did every thing to get prepared to leave. And so we left at 1:00 in the afternoon. Two million, plus people were on the roads. We were bumper to bumper, heading north we had no idea it would be this way. We moved maybe an inch at a time. What normally took us 5hrs. to get to Dallas took us 14hrs. I thought that if we took the back country roads we wouldn't get that much traffic, but I was wrong. We had 2 cars I drove one with my two sons and husband, who could not drive because he had worked all night. My oldest daughter drove the other car with my other two children. I looked out for traffic in front of me and also in the rear veiw mirrow for my other children. I was so scared at that time, not for me, but for them. It was the fist time she had ever driven that distance. I didnt know this route so I kept calling my brother for directions. I could not stop because if we did our two cars would not be able to get back in line together. A few hours later we heard on the radio that gas was starting to run out, so we finally stoped in a small town, thinking we better get gas before running out on some dark road. Up ahead I noticed that the police officers were redirecting our traffic. I didnt know where to go, but all I could do was pray. Well it was already 12:00am and we were not there yet. I kept on praying. I asked GOD to help us find our way. I also prayed for all those people that were running away from this monster that was heading our way and to please give me some kind of sign that it would be alright. I had the radio on, and just then this song came on by Bett Midler and it said "GOD IS WATCHING US FROM A DISTANCE." I didn't hear it at first, but it keep repeating "GOD IS WATCHING US FROM A DISTANCE." I didnt hear the rest of the song, just those words. They just gave us goose bumps. GOD did watch over us and we made it safe and sound. That was our tiny miracle. THANK YOU GOD for keeping us safe and for showing us the way on those dark back roads. This miracle has strengthend my faith in GOD.

L.G. Texas

I don't know if this is really a miracle or not but it seems miraculous to me. I recently started high school and I was coming from a small church school of about 60-70 people in grades K-8 and going to a school of nearly 4,000 people. I didn't know anybody and for the first several months I felt very depressed. I was told I should see a psychiatrist because I was in danger of hurting myself. I was always on the verge of tears, I felt very lonely, and like I had no control over my life or what was happening. My best friend of nearly 10 years and I were growing apart. It seemed like the whole world was against me. But no matter what, I could never actually bring myself to start "cutting" or anything like that. This whole time I kept praying to God to help me. To make me see the happy things in life and not dwell on all the bad ones. One day I just noticed that I wasn't always crying or thinking dark and angry thoughts. Nothing in my life had changed. I still didn't have many friends at my new school. But for some reason things seemed to be alright. Like no matter what happened, I could make it through. I think God did this. I think he helped give me see what the good things in life are. I am not depressed or on the verge on doing something I may regret. If you are in a similar situation think about going to God. He can help you, just like he helped me.

R.H. Houston, TX

My miracle occurred 23 years ago. Prior to it occurring I was heavily involved in my use of alcohol and drugs. As time passed the progression of my illness continued to escalate taking me further away from my morals, values and the love of God (so I thought). One evening, I found myself sitting alone in an apartment emotionally, spiritually and financially bankrupt. My level of hopelessness seemed to know no bounds. Even 2 previous attempts at suicide had failed me. As I sat in that apartment I started to cry with emotional confusion running rampant in my mind. I humbly got on my knees and asked God for help. Within a matter of minutes I heard a soft voice (which I believe was my guardian angel) that said to me "You will be okay". Surprised to hear this voice I turned my head to the door to see how had entered the apartment only to find I was still alone. I was later to learn that my sister had a dream the same evening of my spiritual experience in which I was crying for help. Two days after this experience (and through the help of loving family) I returned to my hometown. Within that week I was admitted to an In-Patient C.D. treatment . That was 23 years ago. Through the grace of God and alot of hard work I have not used a substance or alcohol since that time. Today, I work as an alcohol and drug counselor giving back some of what was so graciously given to me. Thank you father for your never ending love and the peace that passes all understanding.

Dean

At the age of 5, my sister and I had just painted a rocking chair. We went into the bathroom to clean our hands with gasoline. The bottle of gas was spilled into the vent and went down into the furnace. The fire exploded up and I was burned on my left leg from my knee to my ankle. I had a third degree burn. I am a walking and talking miracle. You see, the window in the bathroom was locked and the entrance to the hall was engulfed in flames. My sister jumped over the fire, I was trapped. I was picked up by an angel that carried me outside to my awaiting parents. They couldn't believe what had happened. I was in shock and went to the hospital were I stayed for months. I told the doctors, nurses, and my family that an angel carried me to safety. I have the scares today to prove it. God is so special to me. He is my savior not only once but twice. I love him dearly.

Cindy Salisbury, NC

One night in 2003 I parked my car on Hollywood Blvd. to meet up with some friends at a local club. I'm female and I was alone that night. When I got out of my car, a bum saw me and started to follow me. He yelled curse words at me and demanded money. It was very dark and the sidestreet I parked on was vacant. I became very frightened and started to walk faster. I glanced down for a second when I looked up, I saw a tall thin black man with ear phones around his neck walking towards me. It seemed he appeared out of nowhere and was walking toward the dead end part of the street. He spoke to me and started to walk in my direction. I wasn't afraid of him because he seemed so pleasant. He asked where I was going and could he walk with me. I said "Sure!" He never asked my name and never told me his. Once the bum saw this tall stranger, he backed off and turned away. Once we reached the club, the stranger asked, "Are you okay now?" I said, "Yes. Thanks so much for walking with me." I invited him to come inside with me, and he said, "Oh, I'll see you inside." "Okay," I said and turned toward the door. A second later though, I looked back, intrigued by this guy, but he wasn't there. I looked down the street and briefly around the corner, but he had vanished into thin air. I knew then that he was an angel sent from God to watch over me and protect me. He was so kind, his voice very calming and sweet, and seemed to have an aura about him. Since he said he would see me inside the club, I wonder if he was my guardian angel. Maybe he did see me inside, watching me from above. I learned from this experience that when God hears our cry, he indeed answers, and he will never forsake us. Whenever you feel alone you are not. He is there and his angels are encamped around you.

De'Andra A. - Los Angeles

In Philippines in 1998 I had a boyfriend from England who ask me to marry him and I accept. Then 2 months before his arrival I got email from him and said I'm sorry I am not the right guy for you. I was so shock and don't know what to do. All I do was crying and I can't sleep and can't eat and I am thinking to end my life. But I found myself reading a prayer that save me and make me back to normal. And then I am praying asking the LORD to send me the right guy for me to be with for the rest of my life who love me for who I am. Then 2 years later I met this new guy and we get engaged, but before I am about to come here to USA to marry him I still have doubt this guy is right for me. So one night before I go to bed I said a prayer that I said to the LORD "Give me a sign if this man I am engaged to be married now is the right one, all ready to be my husabnd and love me for life." Then about 3 AM my cell phone is ringing and when I answer the phone it's my fiancee. I am really surprised of his call because he never calls in the time that he knows I am still sleeping. I ask him why he calls me and he said he can't stop thinking about me. I told him about my prayer before I sleep and that I know his call was the sign GOD gave to me. And now I am already here in the USA with this guy I was asking GOD to send me and I am now happily married to my LOVE.

Gigi - Papillion, NE

I used to work with a man who insisted that he and I should marry. I had a very good relationship with him. He was such a wonderful friend to me. But I was unsure whether to say yes or no, and I put him off for a long time. This made him very sad. He so wanted us to be together. It was very painful for me to see his suffering. At the same time, I was suffering as well. I could not sleep or eat. I realized a decison had to be made for both our sakes. But how to decide? One day he left for 4 hours to go fishing. I used this time alone to meditate on my problem. During my meditation, I got an idea, so I prayed to Our Father and said: If he catches an even number of fish, I will say "yes," if odd, I will say "no." I had been really desperate and crying, and so I finally felt this idea was good and that my prayer would work. When my friend came back from fishing, the only thing I had not predicted came true. It was a great joke that Our Father played on me. My friend, for the first time in 25 years of fishing, did not catch one fish! It was so funny for me, that I changed my whole way of thinking about that matter. I felt God telling me that I am responsible for my own choices. Whatever it will be, He will accept it. So I felt comfortable in my decision to say no. It was the right thing. It was a hard time for us, but today we are still very good friends.

Margaret - Brooklyn, NY