"Sometimes God will give us a miracle
just to remind us that he can."

- Betty J. Eadie -

Share your miracle

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

 

You can believe my story or not, but all i can say is this happened to me when i was 12 years old - now i am 39 - i havent told many people about this experience i had long time ago. i was like the black sheep tho i am the only child - that time, i dropped from primary school because i mixed with the wrong crowd. all my friends were like older than me - one day i was angry with my mom and i stole money from her and ran away. since then i sleept rough and work in coffee shop and go to bars, partying and do all that the adult does - so that my life was dirty and mess up. i was totally leading disgusting life. But one thing i never forgot - in my bag was a little prayer book belong to my mom that also i stole from her. With the little prayer book, i always slipped under my pillow and i keep inside my heart i and i pray the only prayer i know by heart is the HAIL MARY. i prayed whenever i can but yet leading a messed up life. till one night everything change. i had a dream that I was in the field - in the dream i was blinded by bright light approaching me. the light was so different from any light that i seen in my life. when the light was so near i saw a figure of beuatiful lady, she is the most beautiful lady i ever seen. until now today i still remember how she look like but there are no words can describe how beautiful this lady was. in my dream i was so afraid until she spoke to me and called out my name Victoria, telling not to be afraid. and i asked her how did she knows my name. her answer was "i know you even before you were born" - in my thouhts i know her but not in my little prayer book where she has a picture - she is more beautiful than those picture we seen everywhere now. In my dream i knelt down and started to cry, and when i was with her everything was change. i feel the peace, i wanted to follow her, i asked her to take me with her but she told me its not the right time for me to go with her. she promised to come back for me oneday. and one thing she asked me to do, she wanted me to go home to my mother and start praying to Jesus, she asked me to pray pray pray. I wanted so much to follow her that i beg her to take me along and i manage to touch her bare feet standing on the roses. after the messages she slowy faded from the light. when she was gone, i woken up with my own loud cry, and i was still crying and i felt my pillow was soaking wet by tears. The next day i packed me belongings and rushed back home to see my mom and asked her forgivens. my mom was so surprised that i asked her to take me to church the next day. since then my life was turned to very different way, i was save from self destruction. i have been through so many earthly problem but never once i failed to solve them and untill now i am still the great beleiver in prayers to Jesus as most of my prayer been answer, and i stil believe what i saw was real Our Lady the mother of Of God. I know she is looking after me as i was always saved from near death. may God strengthened the faith for those reading this. And Pray Pray Pray. Many Blessings.

Victoria - UK

I have two miracles to share. The first one happened after Christmas, 2005. I am a student so I had been home for Christmas holiday in Kristiansand, and I was now flying back to Bergen. I have flown on planes many times, and usually I'm not scared. But this time there was a lot of turbulence. I was reading a book about gifts of grace, and as the plane shook and bounced around, I started to pray that God would protect me by his grace. Suddenly an angel appeared standing in front of me. He was tall and wonderful, and he reached out his arms, like they were the wings of the airplane. In this way, he balanced the plane so that it didn't shake so much. He remained there the rest of the way until we landed safely in Bergen.

The other miracle happened last Thursday at a meeting. A person named Dirk was talking about his passion to know, to love and to become like Jesus. I felt his words deeply, and I suddenly found myself in another place. I was in heaven near a beautiful lake. It was so wonderful there that I can't describe it with words. Suddenly Jesus came to me, and in humility I fell down to the ground. I felt so small and not worthy. But Jesus took my hand and lifted me. He told me that He loved me so much. I felt His heart pouring out an energy of unconditioned love and compassion for me. I hugged Him and then we were dancing and laughing together. He told me that I should have joy in the Lord which is something I have found hard because of difficulties at school and troubles elsewhere in my life. But I know I have to try. I also know that He loves me just the way I am. He loves me unconditionally!

Karina H. - Bergen, Norway

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

This is a beautiful letter written by my brother to his adopted son about an angel appearance upon his birth.

Dear Jacob, This letter is to tell you a story that I need to put on paper while I remember all the details. Your dad is 46 years old now and I don't want the story to be forgotten and go untold to you. I will put a copy away and someday, God willing, we will read it together.
Jacob, I want you to know how much you were meant to be ours. Your mom and I tried to hard to have a baby because we wanted one so much. We prayed that if it was God's will he would send us a baby. We thought the answer was No. Then one night a friend called with a very important question. He said, "Do you and Rhonda still want to have a baby?" We said, "YES!!"
He told us about a young girl that was going to have a baby soon and that she had made an incredibly loving decision. She knew she couldn't provide the kind of life for her baby she wanted him to have, so she decided to give him to someone who could give him a good, stable, and loving life. A decision like that is the hardest thing someone must ever had to make. It shows total love and caring for the life that you created.
We received this call from our friend on Thursday, we met the girl on Sunday, you were born at 9:05 PM the following Friday, and we had you on Monday. Without God's help, finding a baby to adopt NEVER happens this fast. Every prayer during this time was answered, and the answer was Yes.
When we got you, we couldn't take you right home because of some legal things, so we got a motel. On the next day I called all your aunts and uncles with the news. I talked to your Aunt Mary Jo in Arizona and told her that if I had only one wish, it would be that my dad could hold my new son. She assured me that Dad had held you in Heaven before you were sent to us. (Dad had died 3 years before).
Later, I decided to take a walk with you around the motel. You were slightly jaundiced, and the doctor had said to hold you in the sunlight. I stopped on a landing between floors and held you by a window. I looked out the window and said, "Dad, if you are anywhere around here, I have someone that I want you to meet."
Immediately I heard someone behind me. I turned, and at the top of the stairs was a beautiful woman. She was approximately 50 years old with beautiful long blond hair. Two braids were pulled back on either side. She wore a spectacular blue dress that just wouldn't be worn in a motel at that time of day. She had a gold necklace.
She came down the stairs and said, "My, he looks llike a new one." I said, "He's brand new." She asked if she could bless you, and I handed you to her with no fear. She held you and asked what your name was. I said, "Jacob." She said, "What's his full name?" I said, "Jacob Alan." She said I must always call you by your full name. Just like Abram and Sari's name were changed to Abraham and Sarah in the Bible, we must always call you by your full name and we would see what this child could do.
Then she held you up and prayed a wonderful prayer to the Lord Jesus Christ. She called you a small warrior. Right then and there I touched her to see if she was real. She was real.
When she finished she asked if you were our first. I told her you were and she said that the eldest was twice blessed. When I told her that you were chosen and given to us, she said that you were 3 times blessed. Then she walked down the stairs. At the bottom she paused and said something profound like, "Remember what he is today, is what he will always be." I don't remember exactly if that was what she said, but it's close. And she was gone.
I took you back to the room and told your Mom about it. She was concerned that I had handed you to a stranger. But I explained how I felt no fear. I left you with Mom and I went down to the front desk and asked the manager who the lady in the blue dress was. She told me that she had come to the motel the night before and was almost turned away because all she had was cash to pay with. They don't rent rooms for cash without proper identification, but the lady had no driver's license or credit cards or any form of I.D. Because she said she was in town for a funeral, they let her stay.
The manager also informed me that the lady had no last name and when she started writing her first name in capital letters, she stopped her and said, "Only GOD'S name is written in all capital letters!"
So Jacob, not 5 minutes after I made my one wish that my dad in Heaven could hold you, a woman with no last name or I.D. appeared and held you and blessed you. You may choose to believe whatever you want, but I KNOW it was an angel. I KNOW you were held by an angel of the Lord. I will always believe that you are special and that, since the beginning of time, you were intended to be our son.
It's October 26,2004, 8:30 P.M. I will close this letter with my sincere, undying, and unconditional love.
Your Dad

P.S. I, Mary Jo, the sister, want to add that we just recently learned that Jacob's adoptive great grandfather and the birth mother's grandfather have the very same name. AND, that the numerical letters in their addresses, 806, were exactly the same.

Mary Jo K. - Yuma, AZ

About 7 years ago, my partner, Arthur, and I were on our way to a gig where he was performing. We had become Christians shortly before this time. We were travelling on the motorway in the middle lane when we heard a thud. There were no lights on this part of the motorway, but from our headlights we saw a red car spinning across the three lanes of the motorway directly in front of us. There was traffic on either side of us so we could not move either to the right or left lane. I thought "this is it, we're going to die", as we sped down the motorway in the direction of the spinning car. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds in all, but it seemed to be unfolding in slow motion, like a dream sequence in a film. I remember thinking "don't panic or you'll panic Arthur". Later, he said a voice had told him to accelerate. He thought it was a crazy idea and against all his instincts to slow down, but the voice insisted again that he accelerate so he did. I was praying hard that we get out of this and so was he. Suddenly this space seemed to open up, and all the other vehicles had disappeared. We pulled onto the hard shoulder a few hundred yards up the motorway and waited to hear the crash of the pile up of all the other cars that had been to our right and left. But nothing happened, and we saw all the traffic passing by as normal. We were both shaking so much by the time we got to the gig, but we knew that God had sent his angels to look after us on that day. If it had just been me who had experienced this I might have questioned my sanity, but we both had exactly the same experience, so I know it happened. That was a real spiritual awakening for me and I thank God for being there with us in our hour of need. We looked for news of an accident at this spot for days after, but there was nothing. I can only presume that everyone got out of the red car safely. I really hope so. If God was looking after us he must also have been looking after the occupants of all the other cars there. I often wonder how many others had that experience on that day. Thank you God for our lives.

Drake - U.K.

I have been addicted to smoking cigarettes for 20 years, since i was 13 years old. I wanted to quit badly, but through several attempts, I never could. I prayed about this many times. I finally decided to participate in a stop smoking program my church offered. Several days before the quit date, I got the overwhelming feeling that someone important was coming. I also got the feeling that I shouldn't worry too much about cutting down, because the addiction was going to be taken from me. My stop smoking date arrived, and as I was getting ready to light up my last cigarette, I got the impression that I should break it in half and toss it. So after a short prayer, I did so. I began to feel immense peace, and after going over the specifics of the stop smoking program, I asked the two men that helped me understand the program to give me a blessing. As soon as they began to pray, I felt what I can only describe as an electric current go from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I felt utterly purged of the addiction and at the same time the most overwhelming sense of peace and love I have ever felt. To this day, I have never suffered a single craving for a cigarette. I hope anyone who reads this and needs to be healed of any problem or addiction will turn to their Heavenly Father in faith. He loves us all and wants our eternal happiness. I have felt his love and his power in my own "tiny miracle."

Ryan - Williamsburg,VA

My 22 year old son Peter was riding his motorcycle with his friend on a road in Springhill, Florida. He hit a patch of water and was thrown from his bike causing him to go up 40 feet in the air, and hitting a tree. His bike was sideways on the ground as he was on top of it holding on. He had passed out thinking he was dead. For a split second he saw 2 angels above him smiling. At the point he woke up and figured I am alive, not dead. The angels came to him to show him it was alright. If anyone did not believe in angels at that time, please believe in it now. I had also put on his cross the night before. The hospital he was brought to had expressed that it was God, faith, and the angels caring over him that he came out of this with no broken bones, just a bruised knee. I say the angels were watching over him, thank you.

Peter Kroukos - Springhill, FL

My husband and I have been married for 10 years without children. We feel that our relationship has grown to a point where we are ready to have a baby. As I was waking up one morning I saw my son's spirit coming into my bedroom! I knew it was my oldest son. I recognized his spirit as such. He was 6 years in age. He had brown hair. I knew the purpose of him coming into my bedroom was to wake me up and get me out of bed. This experience has been a comfort to me. When I start getting scared of taking this tremendous step in my life I think of my son's spirit coming into the room and it gives me the courage to go through with it.

Mary

I had gotten a call in the middle of the night that my Father had fallen ill at work and was taken to the hospital. My Mom had called to tell me. He worked on the other side of town so it took all of us a while to get to the hospital. I was the first one to get there, and, as his son, I was the one they told he had passed away from a massive heart attack. The rest of the night was a blur, and when I eventually got back to our home in the wee hours of the morning, I was distraught and exhausted. I fell into the arms of my wife, and we just cried. As the morning came we had to get out to my mother's home, though my wife and I, we were both so tired. The day before I had received some new music records from my record club, and while we got ready to leave, I was in a daze, and I put on one of the records to just play as we prepared to get out the door. The album was by a band called The Hooters. As the album played the last track, we were just starting to put our shoes on to go out the door. Prior to this we were not really paying any attention to the music. But something made us both stop and look at each other. The last track was playing. It was a song titled, "Heaven Laughs as we say Goodbye." And the words relayed the same tender message. "See the stars that shine and give us light - One less star is in the sky tonight - Words alone won't keep our tears away - But I know that star will shine again someday - And heaven laughs when we say good-bye - It ain't so far to the other side - Someday soon we will meet again - Say it over and over and over 'til then." Even though we were both in extreme pain and sorrow, we knew that this was a gift from God to let us know that my Dad was okay. Thank You Dear Lord and Dad and the Hooters for that gift. Its been 12 years, and I still remember it fondly.

Bill - Perry, OH

About two years ago, my sister went to a clairvoyant out of curiosity. The clairvoyant described the inside of our house to her in accurate detail without knowing who she was or where she was from beforehand; and told her that her guardian angel was at the table in the corner of our kitchen. A few days later, she opened the drawer in the table looking for something and found a tiny marble cross which had previously been part of a holy water font our parents had, but which had become detatched. At the time, she did not make the connection between the cross she had found in the table and the message from the Clairvoyant, but she glued the cross to the dashboard of her car anyway. A week or two later, in the early hours of the morning, her car hit ice, mounted a bank at the side of the road and overturned, spinning to a halt. During the crash, her body was shaken around, but she felt her head held firmly as if between two hands, protecting it. A passing taxi driver got her out of the car even though the roof had been completely crushed to the floor. She survived unharmed, and aknowledges that God and her guardian angel were protecting her at the time of the crash.

L. McG. - Co. Meath, Ireland

My husband and I had been having a difficult time in our marriage. He was always so angry. I knew he loved me, but his anger made me draw away. Then he got me the best birthday present in the world. A yellow lab puppy. My greatest love is dogs. I got to choose her from a litter of 13. I knew right away which one she was. My husband always said no dogs in the house, no dogs in the yard, but because she was a baby she was allowed in both places. It was as if she knew why she was there. She adores my husband as well as the rest of the family, after all she is a lab! I watched as my husband's hardened heart began to soften, and he became more attached to her and she always seemed to put him in a good mood. Things have improved between us and in our family. I know now that God sends angels in many forms. This beautiful puppy is surely a miracle sent from heaven.

K.K. - Wyoming

About a year ago, I though there was no purpose to life. I did not have a choice to live. I was 13 and taking drugs and having sex for fun. I thought this was what being a teenager was supposed to be like. Well one night I was going out expecting a regular night. I got much more. I snuck out and was surprised by being raped. It changed my life completely. That night in the hospital I looked at my life in a way I never had before, and got on my knees and started praying. I told Jesus how sorry I was for being unworthy. I looked at my life and noticed how bad it was. It was worse than I realized. The next week I got a visit from my old youth minister saying he had heard what had happened and he was very sorry. He comforted me and told me that I was always welcome back at the church where I was a member. The next Sunday I went back to visit. I was so welcomed and loved that I felt that was where my heart belonged. I continued to go to church every time there was a service. That was where I meet the love of my life. I met him at the church. After he sang "I Can Only Imagine" I knew he was the one. We talked on the phone constantly. He gave me so much more attention than any other guy I had ever meet before. He not only showed me attention, but he proved to me that he loved me. He was the only guy I had ever meet that didn't push me to do things I did not want to do. Around him I could be myself, I could be regular 13 year old Danielle. Not the Danielle every one thought me to be. He changed my life in so many ways. Three months after I met Matthew I became a Christian. I I am still to this day very much in love and dating him. We are very happy. I am also a full time Christian. Every day I thank God for putting Matt in my life. I believe God sent him to me and that he is my angel. So thank you God, and you do work wonderful miracles in the littlest ways, but they change our lives remarkably.

Danielle - Knoxville, TN

In January 1974 I took a job some 350 miles north of Whitehorse, Yukon, where I made friends with a young man of 18. I was 26. We formed a strong bond in the one thing we had in common: a strong personal belief in God, along with a strong disillusionment in organized religions. Our conversations invariably came to center on this subject. In May we had occasion to travel to Whitehorse together driving a friend's pickup truck. Away we went, travelling fast on the gravel highway as young men are want to do. As usual, our conversation turned to God and organized religions. We were both highly disillusioned about church groups, and boldly stated our opinion that they were just a bunch of organized hypocrites. My friend, who was behind the wheel, turned to look at me at one point and stated his emphatic opinion that as far as he was concerned, there were "NO CHRISTIANS LEFT in ANY of these churches anymore"!! No sooner had the words left his lips than the engine in our speeding truck stopped running! Just like that! No misses, sputters, or pops, just dead silence, and we were rapidly slowing down! My friend froze with his foot still on the gas pedal and hands locked on the wheel. I looked at him with a great foolish grin on my face and said: "Dirk, I don't think you should have said that!" He said, "I don't think I should have either. I take it back! God, please forgive me!" Instantly, our engine sprang back to life and we spontaneously broke out in astonished laughter, tears, and shouts of praise to God straight from our two hearts! It was as though Jesus Christ himself had been sitting on our dashboard listening, and when we overstepped the line he halted us in mid-stride! We both sensed Him telling us: "Boys, you haven't got the RIGHT to judge my people! They may have sin and weakness in them, but they are MY people and called by MY NAME! Look for the image of Christ in people, and when you see it, you will know THOSE are MY people." You can imagine the mood following us down the road afterward. We were chastised, humbled, and in absolute AWE of what had transpired, and couldn't stop talking about it for the rest of our journey! In Whitehorse we parted company, and have since completely lost touch with each other. I've often wondered how Dirk's life has unfolded following our 'Damascus Road' experience. In my case, the experience changed for all time my perceptions of organized religions and opened my own heart to looking for that 'image of Christ' within each person - even though I wasn't sure just what that was until reading "The Ripple Effect." Then I finally understood that image to simply be HIS LOVE - his unconditional love that radiates from those that know and love him in return! These are each 'His People!' The Bible says that "where two or more are gathered in My name, there am I." In retrospect I recall that strong presence with us that day, and thank God that he loved those two young men enough to get their attention - and put them on the path to the real truth of His Love!

Ken Matthies - Carcross, Yukon, Canada
My daughter and I were returning from taking my son to Boy's State which was about a 150 mile trip. We had driven through a lot of road construction. When we got home we went to bed. The next morning my van had a very flat tire with a hole in it about the size if a nickel. There is no possible way we could have made it even a few miles muchless 75 miles from the construction with such a large hole in the tire. I feel sure that someone guided us safely home that evening.

KF - Kinnear, WY

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

While researching info on Angels a while back to see if I could make sense of some funny circumstances that were happening in my life at the time, I grew tired of coming up empty handed with my investigation and decided to throw in the towel so to speak. I remember just feeling really upset that with all the books I read and all the research on the internet, nothing I found about Angels really seemed to fit my own unusual experiences. In a moment of rage I clicked off my computer and decided at that moment that my research was over, and I would no longer even bring up the topic of Angels. I thought the best thing I could do at that moment was to turn on the stereo and make some lunch and just try and forget about the whole deal. What happened next you might say is just another funny little coincencidence, but I don't think so. The song playing on the stereo the moment I turned it on was: "I believe there are Angels amoung us" by Alabama. The song brought tears to my eyes because I knew it was a sign that my search was indeed over, and I had just recieved all the confirmation of Angels watching over us that I was ever gonna need!

Tim Davisere

There was a time in my life when I was very sad and lonely. I had a very traumatizing childhood. I was about 11 years old and sick in the hospital. The doctors thought I had encephalitis. I was in the hospital for about 3 weeks. I loved my dog, a little poodle I named Mo Mo. I couldn't wait to go home to see him. I didn't have much to go home for, and a part of me never wanted to go back there...but my dog gave me love. About 3 days before I was to go home. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned to the door to see what it was. It was Mo Mo. He appeard before me and then vanished. I didn't tell anyone...and asked how my dog was when my mom came to see me. "Fine" she said. But on the way home a few days later, she told me that Mo Mo had been hit by a car and had died a few days earlier. I knew then that he had come to me in hospital to say goodbye. Love is very powerful.

Melissa

In June, 1992, my son, 10, and I were each alone in our grief. My husband and his Dad had died two months prior. I tried to console him, and it was difficult because I too was in so much pain. He said, "I only want to be in green pastures, with you, Dad, and the cats. I don't like being here anymore." Trying to bring him out of his sadness, I suggested we go to the movies and said he could bring his best friend. Since we could not get the friend on the phone, I sent him up the street to ask him to join us. As he was going out the door, he noticed something shining on the garage floor and said, " that is for me." I am proud to say that it is the neatest, cleanest garage in the area and that no one in over two months had entered that door except my son and me. But there, lying on the floor, was this beautiful little cross with the brightest of light shining on it. Also I had never seen a cross like this before which had an enscription on the back saying, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want." And as we all know how it continues, "He lays me down in green pastures." My son looked at me and said, "Daddy is alright now." From that time on my son never expressed the depth of sadness that he had been experiencing before that little cross. A miracle, yes. From whom? God? My son's angel? Or my husband? Every day is a miracle and ones like this are given to us if we just open ourselves to God's Divine grace. This is just one of many I have experienced in my life.

MD-Glen Mills, PN

My Grandmother had been sick for months and in the hospital with cancer. During the months in the hospital I would go and sit with her at night hoping to share her memories and wisdom before she passed. I enjoyed our special time together. I am only one of 22 grandchildren she had, so it was special to have her to myself. I believed I was there to help her know when it was okay to go home. Because the other family members were keeping her stuck here, they were afraid to let her go. Well, when she passed, I felt her spirit come through me. It was a warm feeling which came all over me. I knew then it was her spirit. I was driving back to the hospital to be with her when this happened. I cried. A week passed after her funeral, and I was in a laundrymat, not wanting anyone to sit next to me in the empty seat, not feeling very social at that time. But a beautiful grandmotherly woman came and sat next to me, and we started to chat. I told her my name and she told me hers, which was Anna Belle, the same as my Grandmother's! I knew then that this was my answer, that my Grandmother had made it home to our Lord.

April Link Allen

When my son was 4 years old, I took him to the cemetery for the first time. I sat down near my relatives' headstones and started telling him about them, pointing to this one, then to that one. Not wanting to upset him, I was careful with what I said. In typical kid fashion, he was hopping about, not really listening—or so I thought. Soon I came to the one for my favorite Uncle, and as I was picking grass away form the edges, I told him, "This one is for Uncle M. You never knew him beause he died before you were born." He immediately became indignant and said, "I do too know him. I've seen him!" Thinking he was just telling stories, I kept picking grass. "Oh really...when?" I said. Without missing a beat he said while hopping, "When he was getting ready to die..." My heart raced! Uncle M died in 1989, and my son was not born until 1991. Amazing how little ones can accept things so easily! If we will only listen to them with our hearts, we might glimpse more truths during their short but sweet innocence.

D.S.C.

In the year 1975, I lost my husband of twelve years very suddenly to a heart attack. I was left with two young children to raise, and I was so scared. A few months after he died, I went to bed one night. I think I was angry with God, but was afraid to admit it for fear something else would happen to one of my children. But this night I remember saying to God, "If you took him from me here on this earth, the least you could do is let me see him in a dream." That very night I went to sleep and had a dream that I was walking down the street where we met when we were kids. All of a sudden his car pulled up and he got out. In the dream I started screaming at him, "Why did you leave us!" He answered, "I just came back to tell you and the kids to go on and be happy till we meet again." I remember screaming and crying out loud, "Please! Please don't go..." He looked at me and said, "I will send you a sixteen-page letter to explain it all." He got back into his car and left. The next day at my kitchen table, I sat and told my sister and brother-in-law about the dream then went about my chores. I asked my brother-in-law to get my car out of garage so I could attend Saturday evening mass. My car was in a locked garage. A few minutes later he came into the house looking faint, and he said, "I think you got your sixteen-page letter." In his hand he held a silver coin he had found on the hood of my bright red car. On the coin was written "John 3:16 Whoever believes in me never dies, but has ever lasting life." I carried that coin with me for years, then one day it disappeared. I went crazy ripping my house apart looking for it with no success. Then one day my sister said to me, "Katy, it was time for someone else to find that letter and read it." I knew she was right. I only pray now that whoever did find it found the same comfort it gave to me.

Katy R.

My father and mother were divorced when I was an infant. My father had a serious drug addction which ruled his life. He eventually quit "hard" drugs. When I was ten he met my step-mom. They eventually had another son. My dad continued to drink heavily. Eventually I decided I could no longer see him because it hurt me too much to watch. After two more years my step mom also kicked him out. He lost two sons and a wife that day to alcohol. My dad finally realized it was time to get help. He entered a 30 day treatment facility. I have many other family members who are struggling with this disease. They struggle for years, going through periods of sobriety and falling back down. But while at treatment my dad had a very special expieriance. While walking through one of the only hallways which allowed sunlight he was filled with a light and warmth. He finally felt good.He lost his desire to drink. My grandma and myself and many others had prayed that God would help him. While he still has a long road to walk, he never again drank or did drugs. That was 11 years ago. Thank you God for giving back our father to me and my brother.

B - Iowa City, IA

I truely believe in GOD'S miracles, he has touched my life in many ways. My Dad passed away in 1996 and GOD was with me through it all. He sent angels in confort me, to tell me everything was going to be alright. When my Dad was on his death bed and all of his organs were shutting down I felt the angels there leading him to GOD and I heard his voice, telling me its going to be alright sugar. It was a miracle it was like his voice was leaving. it was out of his body. It was just the most wonderful experience that I know came from GOD.I miss my Dad so much but I have hardly greived for him because I know where he is and is pain free and is finally living.

Tonya - Keystone Heights, FL

One Christmas, years ago when I was young, was the most important and memorable Christmas ever in my life. Shortly before Christmas that year, I was finally told the truth about Santa, and I took it very hard. I always beleived in spiritual powers, and now, finding that the best-known power was a myth, I felt hurt. On that Christmas Eve, I wrote a short letter to Santa. I told no one about this letter, for I didn't want my family to know I was writing it, and didn't want them infringing on what I was feeling in my heart. I had always written letters to Santa in the past, but now, knowing he was make-believe, I found it hard to write this letter. In the letter I asked Santa Claus if he was real in theory. If there was a spirit of love and giving alive somewhere out there. I left the letter hidden under the ashes in the fireplace, knowing no one would find it there. The next day I was distracted by my presents under the tree, and I forgot about my letter to Santa. But late that night, I remembered and went to the fireplace, expecting to find my secret letter. However, instead, in its place and covered in ash, was a small silver bell. I still have this bell, it is not magical looking by any means, however it is magical to me in that it proves the existance of a God, a greater spirit who knew the needs of a seeking youth.

Kirk H. - Wyomissing, PA


I have never had a NDE so I rely simply on faith that there is Someone who cares for us. I know I have had encounters with helpful angels and this further reinforces my faith. For instance, the car I was driving was hit broadside. The remarkable thing was that I was crossing an intersection that had a large dip on the other side, so I took my foot off the gas to coast through the dip. My car, however, accelerated (I felt the gas pedal depress, but I was not pushing it). The car going southbound ran a red light and hit me, slamming into the rear quarterpanel INSTEAD of the passenger side. With the force of the impact by car was spun in a 180 degree arc. From the damage to the rear, the police told me how "lucky" I was because if that other car had hit on the passenger side, I surely would have been dead or paralyzed. (I was driving a very small Geo Storm car, the other was a larger Toyota and the side would have buckled in and crushed me). Anyhow, I KNOW it was my angel that pushed that gas pedal, and even though my car was virtually destroyed...I walked out with no injuries! The other awesome thing was that I did not move in the seat. You would think by force of impact I would have been slammed into the driver's side, but I didn't hit it at all!

Lisa - Unknown USA

It was about 4 years ago when I had an experience of great joy! I had come to a crossroads in my life. I had lost my job, and my marriage of 12 years seemed to be going nowhere. What I experienced is nothing like I have ever read about or heard about. I went out one day just walking around, shopping, and I began to have feelings of great joy and understanding of what life is all about. My entire life started unfolding in my mind. It is impossible for me to put to words everything I saw. It was so awesome that I would start crying for joy and then start laughing. This was a great gift from GOD, but like most humans I questioned why GOD chose me for such a great gift.
I began to pursue GOD with all my heart. I always believed in GOD, but now it was time to trust him. I accepted Jesus Christ and even now as I write this letter I am filled with the Holy Spirit. If you have ever felt a goose bump feeling all over your body, that is the holy spirit. Trusting totally in GOD, I did the unthinkable: I got divorced. I prayed unceasingly and still do to this day. This is what happened to me. About a year later at a spiritual retreat, I met a wonderful woman who had been through a similar situation to mine. To make this even better, I love children, and she had two. I had one child from my first marriage, so when we married the following year, we had three together. Our children are now five, six, and seven.
Trusting in the Lord, it only gets better. After three years of trying to get my own business off the ground, I knew GOD had other plans for me. So as always in prayer, I follow my heart. I had just coached my sons t-ball team and just loved working with the children. So I began a search of how I could work with children. My first stop was at an orphanage for boys, but that was only my beginnings, only steps to what GOD had planned. I ended up teaching high school kids how to build houses! Twenty years ago I took a building trades class, and now I am teaching it, and I absolutely love it. I took a major cut in pay. But you know what? I didn't care. And my wife supported me by going back to work. I am getting ready to start my second year teaching, and like always, I will follow GOD'S will. Bless everyone. Peace & Joy.

Mark R Leahy - Unknown, USA

I believe in God, and in His tiny miracles! I'd like to share one that I had over a year ago now. When my daughter was born in 1999, I told my wife that I wanted to be an "active parent." I told her that I was not content to just be a weekend Dad. I had gone to college and studied Child Development. I love kids! But after the baby was born, my wife had some strong hormonal changes, and couldn't get herself to share in the work; she wanted me to be the sole bread winner. This presented a dilemma for me since I had a strong desire to care for my child, not just financially. After awhile, we got into counselling, and there my wife agreed that she would work part-time from home and also that she would be okay for me to work part-time. However, I couldn't see it happening; we needed my full income. Then, when things had gotten very intense one morning, I prayed to God for a solution. He answered! While I took a walk on my break at work, He suggested in my head, to work part-time, very simply to do it, and stop thinking about it. A week later, I walked into my boss' office and told him. He resonded by laying me off (I was a temporary employee). But when I met my contact at the agency and told her, she said, "I just met with a person who is looking for a part-time person with your skills"! I had to wait awhile, but she got me the interview and I have been working there ever since. Most importantly, I have spent much tender time caring for my daughter who is now coming up on three, and my bonding has increased with my wife as well. Praise God! He is there for us.

Ocean Tom - San Diego, CA

When my first born was still an infant, she had very bad allergies. So bad that the doctor insisted the only way I could help her gain any relief from them would be to wash her entire room everyday to keep the dust and pollen down. I had already gotten rid of all my house plants, the stuffed animals, fuzzy blankets as I had been directed to do. Still, she suffered, and it was heartbreaking to see her tiny beautiful eyes red and swollen...
One day, I was in the produce department at the grocery store and my daughters face was red and puffy, her sweet smiling eyes were running with tears when a woman approached me and asked "What is wrong with your baby?" I told her that the doctor said it was allergies and explained to the woman how I had tried everything I possibly could, but could not do anything to relieve them. "Do you mind if I pray for her?" She asked. Thinking that she would most likely include her in her prayers at night, I agreed and to amazement, the woman layed her hands over my baby in the cart and began to pray that God heal her. I too bowed and prayed, believing in Gods power to heal my infant. When I opened my eyes I thanked her, feeling a little awkward there in the produce section, and I looked about to see if anyone had been watching us, but no one seemed to even notice us there. Then I looked down at my daughter and her little face was smiling up at me, perfectly normal. She has never had an another alergic reaction to anything! I have thanked God many times for that woman in the store that day! And I have told anyone who cares to listen how God healed my baby.
The second story is my youngest daughter's miracle. I had just moved in to a third floor apartment, and my boyfriend and I were sitting in the living room watching TV, and I was reading a book. My two daughters had been running in and out of the house all day, playing. I had paid them little attention, because I believed they were behaving and playing nicely together. Then my oldest daughter came running into the room and said "Mom, mom! Kaela fell out the window!" I looked at her doubtfully and said, "What?" to which she replied, "The screen came out of the window! Kaela! Kaela fell out the window!" I ran to their bedroom, still not believing what she was saying, I looked down out of their screenless window and saw my youngest daughter, 4 years old, laying face down and motionless on the ground below. I panicked, I called out to Gary and ran to the front door, where I saw him flying down the stairs as fast as he could. I followed quickly behind him shouting "Don't touch her! Dont even move her.... she might have broken her neck!"
We ran to her and I saw her stirring. I spoke her name and she slowly rolled over and sat up, reaching for me. I was so relieved, I knew a fall like that could have instantly killed her. I asked her if she was hurt anywhere and she said no. I began inspecting her, slowly bending her limbs and checking her body for anything that might indicate a serious injury. Surprisingly enough, she was perfectly fine. Now I began to laugh and cry simultaneously and I thanked God, out loud. I know in my heart it was nothing short of a miracle that she had fallen out of a 3rd story window with not so much as a scratch! God is so Good!

Stacy L. - Rock Springs, WY
I had just ended a wonderful short relationship with a very kind man, which was a first in my life. My reason was simple, though he loved me, he still loved his ex-wife of 22 years. This was not acceptable to me, so I ended our relationship, but on a good note. After this, my heart just ached with pain. I withdrew and started drinking, which was never my style. I had been in several dysfunctional marriages in my lifetime, but always with bad men. This one had been a good man who had loved me, and I was really upset that God had shown me what could be and yet had allowed a circumstance in the relationship that I could not live with.
I did not want to live alone, without a mate, and die a lonely woman as my mother had. So one night, after a few months of wallowing in my pain and self-pity, I went into my bedroom, brought out a pen and paper, and wrote down everything I wanted in a mate. Believe me, it was a detailed list! He must be honest, trustworthy and kind. He did not have to be religious, but he must know there is a God. He did not have to be handsome, but clean, and he had to have a natural caring for others. He had to be understanding and not judgmental, because I had a history I would need to share with someone I trusted. He had to have a good job, because I surely was not going to support another lazy man!
Well the list went on and on. When I finished, I knelt at my bed and started praying. At first, I still had anger in my heart, so my prayer was not extremely respectful. But before I knew it, I was on my feet, pacing as I was talking, and marking off each and every request. I apologized for getting so involved with this earth that I had missed many prayers. I asked him, "Lord if you can see it in your forgiveness, please if you will not send me someone that holds each and every trait on this list, then don't ever put another man in my life—I would rather live my life alone!" I could not deal with anymore heartache!
Believe it or not, a month later, God indeed answered my prayer. I have now been married for almost 5 years to my wonderful husband. He is my Guardian Angel, and I just want others to know, that God gave me way more than what I even asked for in my prayer. To this day, my hubby and I have never had an argument or bad remark to each other.
My troubled daughter came to me in her twenties a year after her relationship broke up painfully. She asked me what to do to find what I had found in my hubby. I told her about my list and the open heart-to-heart serious talk I had with God. I told her not to pull any punches, to pray from her heart and to talk to him as if he were right there face-to-face. She did as I advised, and I just knew with her closeness to God that he would answer her prayer as he had mine. He did. My daughter married her wonderful husband on Valentine's Day 3 years ago. Now we both wake up each morning, look at our husbands and with humility in our hearts, thank God for his precious gift.
For those in relationship difficulties, I can only advise you as I did my loving daughter. Ask our Father in Heaven with an open and honest heart. Don't be afraid to talk to him, believe me: HE DOES LISTEN AND HE DOES ANSWER. God bless those with aching hearts.

Els - Henderson, NV

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