God's Tiny Miracles

"Sometimes God will give us a miracle
just to remind us that he can."
- Betty J. Eadie -

Share your miracle

When I was 19, I know that an angel or God protected me in a major car crash. My cousin, my brother and I had just filled my cousin's car up and were heading to the river near where we lived. To get there you had to go up over the mountain. My brother was teasing my cousin about her 'hotrod car', an AMC Pacer. She got mad and made it go faster. Once we hit the top, she really let it go. We came around what everyone calls "dead man's curve" doing 120. She let it get off onto the gravel shoulder. She slammed on the brakes which made it go into a sideways skid for 200 feet. I remember yelling at my cousin, "If you kill me, I'll come back and haunt you!" I was scared to death. But then the amazing thing was that I noticed there was a white bubble around me. When I noticed it, I had no fear. It was like I was watching a movie. I could see my cousin, brother and myself being thrown around and bounced around inside the car...but I didn't feel anything except peace. My cousin slammed her foot on the gas trying to stop the skid and sent us off the side of the hill. We flew about 200-300 feet and hit 3 large trees which were uprooted by the impact. There we were sitting on top of these trees, about 10-15 feet off the ground. My brother and I were in the back of the car. His head had hit the back window and completely shattered it into tiny bits, but he only got a pea sized bump on his head. The car didn't explode or catch on fire. None of us were hurt at all except for the small bump on my brother's head. I had sprained my ankle a few days before this happened, but I climbed back up the side of the mountain and didn't even notice any pain from that. At home, I woke my mom to tell her about our crash, and I finally freaked out and kept saying to her that we should all be dead. But her words have always stayed with me. She told me that God wasn't finished with me yet. There is something I still had to do in this life. I believed her and still can see vividly in my mind that bubble which surrounded me with protection.

Roberta W. - Edgar Springs, MO

You have probably heard a story like mine before, but I do want to share it. About 11 years ago I was in the depth of severe alcholism. I was fed up, trying my best to get sober. I was ready to take my life. I had a large bottle of pills in my hand and was ready to end it all. Before I took them, I said: "God, if You don't want to take me, show me how to live." Right then there was a knock at the door which stopped me from taking the pills when I went to answer it. With the help of God, I have been sober for over 7 years. I have had a lot of trials and tribulations since then, but my faith in God has gotten me over them.

Dave Owens - Unknown

My mother died four years ago, and with her I buried a treasured Miraculous Medal, hoping it would give her peace after her life of pain with debilitating illnesses. Two years later, I sat vigil with my father, who was near death as the result of a heart attack. He was on full life support. One night my brother relieved me so I could rest. I found an empty office and slept for awhile. But then I awoke in a panic, thinking I needed to check on Dad. Chiding myself, I realized my brother would have called for me had there been a problem. So I went back to sleep. Minutes later...maybe longer, a hospital employee came in and flipped on the blaring light. I got up and decided to check on my brother. When I arrived in the critical care unit, I found my brother fast asleep, and my father was bleeding profusely from a pulled I.V. tube. I told the nurses and woke my brother, and we waited while they corrected the problem. Then I noticed something on the floor. I thought it was an earring or something someone had dropped. I stooped to pick it up. It was a Miraculous Medal, identical to the one I had placed in my mother's coffin.

Riverwulf - Versailles, KY

I am supposed to be dead. In the winter of 1991 I went to a physician, Dr. Mendel concerning skin problems, thinking I had developed shingles (I studied some medicine, wanting to be a doctor.) Dr. Mendel informed me my skin was being destroyed by histamine poisoning brought on by severe asthma. He told me that in 20 years of studying medicine, I had the worse case he had ever seen.

As I just got worse and worse over the next few years, I began to seek God much about this, and God began to reveal Himself to me. He showed me that beyond Jesus Christ being the savior of our souls in the life beyond, Jesus is also the savior of our bodies in this world. He began to teach me (and bring me to meet others who had also received the same teachings) about faith. I protested (as many do) recoiling at the accusation that I was not exercising faith. I explained to God in very great detail all the reasons I had faith in Him, and all the reasons why I believed. He only responded by saying, "Son, you are not within 400 miles of true, Biblical faith."

God taught me faith was like a seed. It can only grow in a person's heart, or spirit. Divine Faith comes in only one container: God's Words. That Word can ONLY enter into us WHEN we get our spirits ALIGNED with God's Spirit (being in harmony.) When we are in harmony, His power can then flow, and all imperfections are driven out. And He taught me that the Godly kind of Faith, Divine Faith, can be INCREASED in us IF we commit to EXERCISING and feeding our spirits on His Words. It requires work.

The Word He gave me was this: "Son, I have ALREADY healed you. Do you believe ME, or your circumstances?" I replied that I believed Him. He said, "Well, in order to possess your healing I have ALREADY provided, you need to pray more, and spend more time meditating upon, feeding upon, and considering what I said—My Word; the Seed—until it gets IN your spirit and begins to grow. If YOU allow it to grow IN your spirit—not just holding it in your mind—the Word of God WILL drive out the sickness and disease."

So, I decided I would spend every free day I had (weekends or slow days at work) in prayer and in thinking upon and considering His Words to me. On the first day, I spent 4 hours in prayer, had lunch, and spent the next 3 or so hours in meditating upon God's Word: "Son, I have already healed you." Suddenly, I saw a large black cloud rise up and out of me, and I realized I was healed. I ran up a flight of steps, out of my building, up and down the sidewalk, around my car. If I had tried that only ten minutes earlier, I would have fainted, turned blue, and they would have had to call an ambulance. It had been so bad, I could not even walk up a flight of stairs without stopping to draw breath. I had to take double doses of anti-histamines at night, or I'd literally begin to drown in fluids that built up in my lungs. But now, I was running up and down entire flights of stairs!

God's Word works. He does not lie. That was in June of 1996, and to this day I am free of asthma. The turning point in my finding healing was God telling me, "Son, you are not within 400 miles of true, Biblical Faith" and then teaching me what BIBLICAL faith REALLY is: getting God's Word down into your spirit, not just having it up in your mind, head, or intellectual understanding. I have met others with even more astounding testimonies, even seeing some raised from the dead! God gives many MIGHTY miracles! He is NOT limited to tiny miracles at all! We receive to the degree we learn GOD'S way to properly believe. Blessings in His Mighty Name.

Doyle H. Millington - Unknown

I was nineteen when I gave birth to my daughter Chelsea. I wanted her in my arms from the moment I learned of the pregnancy. Every day of the nine months was too long. I couldn't wait to hold her. The pregnancy was normal, but I had a gut-feeling something was wrong. And indeed, I had a placental abrubtion two weeks before my due date. Chelsea was born via a 10 minute ceserean. I lost much blood and she, a lot of oxygen because she was born with a congenital heart defect. Chelsea had 2 small holes in the chambers of her heart imparing the oxygen exchange.

When she was only 3 months old, the doctors did heart surgery. Chelsea was tiny, but I could feel her fighting spirit. She spent an extensive time in PICU. The day Chelsea returned to the regular pediactric ward was very exiting. It was a milestone! I sat with Chelsea without leaving her for six hours. She never opened her eyes, just cried very lightly all day. I was so worried, tired, and fearful. When a respiratory therapist came in for a moment, I asked to go out for a short walk to stretch my legs and get some air. I had gotten to know the therapist and felt comfortable leaving Chelsea for 5 minutes.

I went down the elevator and out the front doors. But when I had taken only 2 steps, something spoke to me. I didn't hear words exactly, but I felt like I'd been grabbed by the shoulders and shaken. Something demanded that I return to my daughter immediately! This urgency permeated my whole body. I ran for the elevators. Two men who couldn't have seen me coming from around the corner were holding the doors open for me. I heard a voice over the speakers call a code blue, and I knew it was for Chelsea!

I got off the elevator and ran for her room. The only sight I saw was paper flying everywhere and about 20 medical personnel around my daughter. They took her to PICU and got her stabilized. She was going to live. But I knew I would not lose my daughter. I knew it in my heart and soul. I knew I had been stopped in my tracks by a strong angel. God knew that Chelsea needed my closeness right at that moment, and He had sent someone to push me (really push me) back to her side. I knew that this had been an angel and not intuition.

Today, I find comfort knowing that God loves us so much that He sees our needs even when we don't. Chelsea is now seven, and she loves to hear the story of her angel. She makes me tell it to her over and over. Thank you, God.

Krista Lanterwer - Unknown

My business partner and I were having a difficult time making a decision that was critical to our company. My partner wanted to move the company into a new business direction, and I didn't know if this was right or not. I prayed to ask for direction, and in my prayer it occurred to me to ask God whether I should be a sail or an anchor. These were symbols that came to my mind meaning to sail with the direction my partner was proposing or to hold fast to our current course. I was living two states away from our company headquarters, and often I relied on heavenly help with decisions. After my prayer I quit worrying and just kept myself open to receive an answer.

The next day I was driving my car and came up to a line of vehicles waiting at a red light. The vehicle in front of me was a large truck. Suddenly my eyes caught the license plate. On the frame was printed the name of the city where our company was located, two states away. This was unusual, but then I looked up at the back of the truck. Printed in large letters that leaned to the right and included lines drawn to look as though the wind were blowing them was the word: FLEET. Into my mind came the image of a huge fleet of sailboats being blown by the wind.

I had my answer!

John S. - California

My husband and I decided to buy a house of our own, but were worried that we wouldn't be able to borrow the money. His age and my previous bad credit record would go against us. So, when I found myself looking down the street at all the banks in town, I turned my eyes heavenwards and said, "Hello, can I have some help over here?" I asked God for a sign to help me choose the right bank, and I wanted a very obvious sign, as I wasn't in the mood for guessing games! I didn't see an angel pointing to any bank, so I walked into the busiest one. The staff was really friendly, and five minutes later a mortgage advisor arranged for us to come in with our papers to fill out the application. Real smooth, I thought, maybe this is the right bank. But when we returned, filling out the application was difficult, we had to answer all sorts of questions, provide documents we didn't have, and all of our previous financial problems were unearthed. Finally, all the data was entered into the computer, but when they hit the print button, nothing happened. As the computer screen stubbornly refused to change, we agreed to come back later. Only, I had a good idea that we wouldn't. I had asked God for help and knew we would be given help when the time was right.

The following week I had a vivid dream in which I came home to see a torn envelope with a large sum of money in it. The next day a large envelope arrived in the post. Inside was a booklet from the company I work for explaining all the employee benefits. One of the services described helps people with the process of buying homes. Included was the phone number of a mortgage helpline.

I neatly spread out all of our information on my dining room table and made the phone call. The advisor was really helpful. He knew all about where we live because he used to work here, and he knew someone in our solicitor's office. He praised me for being well prepared as we filled out the loan application over the phone. As I was giving him our employment information, I turned around and looked through my huge dining room window. A truck obscured my view. It was parked with its back end only a few yards away from our house. I had seen that truck many times before. It belongs to a factory my husband and I used to work at years ago. But I had never seen that truck in our neighborhood before. And what was it doing backed up to our dining room window? I finished giving out our employment information, and the next question was: "Who was your husband previously employed with?" The bank had not wanted this information so I didn't have it in front of me. I gave the company name, then he asked for the full address and phone number. I smiled and turned so I could read the big bold writing on the truck parked next to my dining room window. I stopped midways to explain what was so funny. We shared a giggle, and he asked where I had previously worked. "Actually, in the same place as my husband," I said, and just then the truck pulled away.

As soon as I put down the receiver, I raised my eyes heavenwards and said: "Thank you, that sign was obvious enough, even for me!" Two weeks later our mortgage was approved!

Zana C.- United Kingdom

In 1997 we were a very happy and settled little family. My husband and I had two boys, and we thought our family was fine the way it was. In August of 1997 I had dreams, very vivid and clear dreams. I dreamed about pregnancies and babies—not only that I was pregnant, but that I was also visiting a mother who gave birth a few days earlier. These dreams went on for a week, and every time when I woke up, I was surprised and confused a little. Why would I dream such things? We didn't want to have another child. The last dream I remember the best. I was walking on a road, and on the left of me there was a river. At the river sat several fishermen catching many fish. They threw all the fish behind me on the road. So I turned to see, and there I saw my two boys. Between them was a two-year-old girl. They smiled and held hands and walked behind me. I woke up and wrote this dream down. Two days later I found out I was pregnant. During the first part of my unexpected pregnancy, I was so very scared because I had had two post partum depressions. But then I had another dream. I had a book in my hands, and all the pages were blank except the first page, which said: "TRUST GOD." I can't even explain my emotions after I woke up. I felt so encredibly happy and safe!! Even though I don't have a religion, I truly believe this came from something higher than me. Eight months later I gave birth to our daughter..the girl from my dream!

Vera - Netherlands

My mom and nephews were visiting on a hot and humid July day. I encouraged my nephews to go swimming at the local pool and my mom to go sit in the air conditioned library downtown, as I did not have air conditioning in my home. While they were gone, I decided to mow the lawn, which was long and thick after two weeks without mowing. I'm single, so the household chores are mine to do. My mower was old and on that day seemed to stall a lot. I was using the bagger, and every time I stopped the mower to empty the clippings it took me a while to get the mower going again. In my frustration, I decided just to leave it idling and not turn it off. Before I finished, Mom and my nephews came home after being gone less than an hour. My nephews said they had gotten bored. Then my neighbor, Howard, came home from work early. His machine had broken down and he was sent home for the day. A few minutes later, I was emptying the clippings again and, without thinking, stuck my hand into the mower's side chute to clear out some stuck debris. Instantly I felt a clunk and pain. I pulled my hand back to see blood spurting from my grass stained hand. I am a nurse, so instinct prevailed. I clamped my other hand on my wounds and started across the backyard yelling for help. It was a miracle that this accident occurred while my mom and nephews were visiting. They were able to render emergency first aid. It was a second miracle that my neighbor was home early. He drove us all to the hospital. A final miracle is that after six hours of surgery to repair two crushed and one severed finger on my right hand, today I have full use and very minimal cosmetic change. My Mom died 1 1/2 years ago and she now watches over me from heaven. I will always be grateful God had her there that day for me.

Melody Ziemke-Matchett - New Glarus, WI

My name is Josh. I am twelve years of age and am a great fan of your book "Embraced by the Light". Unfortunately, I have not yet read your sequels, but my Mother has them and she invites me to read them, which I soon plan to do. I have also read "The Soul's Remembrance" by Roy Mills. My Mother, and Brother, and I are great fans of all of the books. We are always trading them and reading them all the time. We have each been to see you twice. My miracle is as follows: my Mother and I were on vacation by ourselves. We had decided to go to Ludington, Michigan. We were taking a drive when our van's "service engine soon" light begun to flash. We had had some previous problems with this particular van so we decided to stop at the nearest gas station. We, (especially my Mom) were very distressed at that point. After looking strenuously for a problem my Mom went inside for some oil. But there was so many kinds neither one of us knew what to do. Suddenly, out of the blue, a man, not a strong, athletic looking man, but a small, simple man appeared and told my Mother what exactly to buy and how to do everything. After everything was fixed, we thanked the man and the man left the same time we did. We went our separate ways but when we looked back to the man, him and his huge van had disappeared.

Josh G.

I was 26 when this awesome experience happened to me. I'd been living with this guy for 7 years. We were both partying when we met and there began to be so much turmoil in our lives. I had a little 4-year-old girl at the time, but I knew I had to get away some how. But I was scared because I never was on my own before. I began having panic attacks and didn't know what they were, and I was scared with so much fear. But I held a steady job. I would pray but I didn't know anything or understand anything about Jesus. Growing up, I always heard my mom talk about him, but when I was 9 my dad died and we quit going to church.

My boyfriend was doing alot of drinking and heavy drugs. I had tried drugs when I was younger but I was more into drinking and partying. One weekend my boyfriend didn't come home until Monday. He came home and got ready for work and he left right away. I was so strucken from fear with these panic attacks. I remember going into our spare bedroom in this large farmhouse we lived in. I laid down on the bed and started crying so hard. I felt like I was never going to be able to quit. I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown and would end up in the hospital or something. My little girl was in the other bedroom and I never heard a thing from her...which was a miracle by itself. The only thing I knew what to do was to YELL out in deep desperation, "JESUS HELP ME!" I didn't know what was going to happen but suddenly my eyes were dry and there was nothing to cry about and a peace that I can't even describe came over me.

I got up and got my little girl and took her to the sitter and went to work at the shop. I was remarkably happy and felt wonderful, but it still didn't dawn on me until later why I felt so good. I remember the exact place in the shop where Jesus let me know it was him that was helping me. In that minute I knew he really does care for me, and from then on, he gave me a strong desire to witness to people even though they act like I'm crazy. I had a strong desire to read the Bible every day after work. I couldn't wait for my shift to end. And I would tell people that Jesus would help them. I wasn't afraid anymore and he showed me I could always count on him.

Later, I left my boyfriend. He could see the change in me and it scared him because he wasn't in control any more. God was! God let me know if I took the first step out of there He would be right behind me. For the first time I got my own apartment and moved myself and my daughter in.

Praise God for the miracle in the spare bedroom! I am happily married today for 10 years to a Christian husband and he really helped be a father to my girl who is now 24. And I have a granchild Andrew. I'm so glad I found where I can tell my miracle. What a mighty touch from God. Sorry this is so long but I get excited when I tell this. Thanks and God Bless!!

Lorene - Minerva, OH

I would like to share a couple of miracles in my life. First story: When I was going through my divorce (lost custody of my little boy) I decided to kill myself. I went to the highest place I could find in LA so that I could drive off a cliff. I parked the car and turned on the radio, looking for a hard-rock station and to gather courage. Now...LA has a million radio stations, but all I could find were preachers telling me how important parents are to children. Needless to say, I turned the car around and went home, knowing that one day I would have my son back (and I did get him back).

Second story: I was at my brother's house, swimming in his pool with my mother and my aunt around midnight. He had a waterslide that my mom and aunt were going down. They were encouraging me to go down it, but due to my weight I was hesitant. (I weigh 300 pounds.) I decided to go ahead and try it. I climbed to the top, about a 10 foot climb, and stood up at the top, preparing to sit down. The rail gave way, and I fell backwards from a full-standing position. All of my 300 pounds went head first, and I landed on the top of my head on the cement. My body flipped one way and then completely flipped the other. But on the way down, I felt as light as a feather. When I hit I heard a sound as if a coconut popped, but I did not feel a thing. Although I could not open my eyes, I could hear my mom and aunt screaming, and could feel mom's hands on me. She was screaming and crying, and in my mind I was laughing and joyous. It is hard to explain, but I've never felt better in my life. I felt as if I had landed on a feather bed, and all my cares were washed away. I wanted to tell mom I was fine, but I could not talk. As soon as I could, I opened my eyes, and smiling, I told her I was great, and I was even laughing. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital. I had a small scratch on one of my fingers, and NOTHING else. A CAT scan came out negative, and I did not even have a bump on my head. I have no doubt that my angel floated me down and saved my life. It was a miracle by anyone's standard.

Twila - Los Angeles, CA

I was brought up in a family that did not show physical love. I was never told that I was loved, was never hugged throughout my childhood. When I was 5, I had a kidney removed and was in the hospital for over a month. My health was not good for many years, and I was in and out of the hospital routinely for tests and x-rays. I was afraid and confused and had no one to comfort me. But my earliest miracle came one night when I awoke to see an angel in my room. She was beautiful and full of light. I felt so much peace and love coming from her. When I woke the next morning I was so excited to tell my family what I had seen. They told me it was a dream, but somehow I knew that the angel had been real, and I never told anyone else about her visit to me. But the memory of her would strengthen and sustain me through many difficulties of life yet to come.

My relationship with my mother deteriorated though the years, and when I was 18, I moved out. Two weeks later I was in a car accident and my best friend was killed instantly. I was devastated, and moved back home. But I received no comfort and was told it was my fault for moving out. I became self-destructive and had a difficult time coping with life in general. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and died 3 years later. During her illness I took over the household duties. I helped my father and my younger brother by cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry. We three grew very close during this time. After my mother passed away, my brother and I looked out for each other. We were as close as a brother and sister could be.

I was blessed with another miracle when I met the man I would marry. He was the most affectionate man that I could imagine. For the first time in my life I experienced how healing a hug can be, and the reassurance of his love was constant. We were very much in love, and then another tragedy came. My brother was killed in a car accident. Again I was devastated. I was in such grief I could not cope without crying every day. But my fiancé was my rock. He held me and let me cry, and he comforted me and gave me a future to look forward to.

The next year, we were married, and I became pregnant soon after. But we lost our first baby to a miscarriage, and again I suffered another loss. It was getting increasingly difficult to cope with life as I felt I was always recovering from a trauma. But with God's help, I continued on.

A year later I became pregnant again, and I was looking forward to motherhood. My husband had his own business, and during my pregnancy we received a notice that we were being sued. All our savings went to pay for legal fees. We struggled financially, and I saw this strong man going into depression. I did not know what to do to help him. Our future looked grim. The birth of our son was uplifting, but the lawsuit was still tugging at us financially. All I could do was pray and depend on God to see us through.

When my son was 3 months old we learned that I was pregnant again. It was difficult to be happy as we were already struggling. How were we going to be able to provide for another child? But somehow we did. In an ongoing series of little miracles, God always found a way to provide for us. The lawsuit did lead us to bankruptcy, but now we have finally recovered.

Our second child was a little girl, and my husband called her his little angel. She has brought so much joy into our lives. She is a constant reminder of God's willingness to bless. I know that God will always find a way for you if you let him into your heart. My son has a learning disability and I pray to God every day to lead a path for me to follow so I can provide my son with the help he needs.

Life has not been easy, but I know that I have a lot to be thankful for, and I have learned to expect little miracles to come along even in the darkest of times.

D - Fremont, CA

The lord didn't answer our prayers for the healing of our little girl, Holli, but he was directing our lives even before she got sick. When Holli was five, we learned we were "unexpectedly" expecting another baby. I know now that Jesus sent us Cody to comfort us in losing Holli. When Holli was 8, she was admitted to Children's Hospital in Pittsburg where they did everything that was medically possible. But she died six months later. All through her illness my husband was unemployed, but the Lord provided us with plenty of money from friends, relatives and people we didn't even know. We had money to buy Holli presents every day, which was important. She had every doll baby there was. They helped her be happy, if only briefly. Even though the medical bills were over $200,000, our insurance paid almost all. Again the Lord was helping us. Even though my heart ached, Jesus comforted me. I never cried in front of Holli. I was so afraid she would ask if she were dying, but she never did. Thank you, Jesus! God provided friends and relatives to care for Cody while we stayed with Holli in Pittsburg, two hours from our home. Holli wanted to be at home so very much. Jesus did let her come home to her own bed before she went home to heaven on Dec. 13,1986. Holli had wanted to see it snow so much, but it hadn't snowed at all yet that winter. However, a few minutes after Holli was gone, huge, beautiful snowflakes came down to greet his newest little angel. Why our father didn't heal our daughter on this earth we'll not know until we meet him, too. No one could have been prayed over more than our little darling. We miss you.

Justina Ball - West Virginia

I must of been about 8 years old on a summer morning nearly 30 years ago. I had decided my babysitter was going to play hide and seek with me, and I decided to hide. We had a new freezer in the basement, and naturally it was empty. This was definately the best hiding place in the house, so I crawled in. After lying there for a few minuets, I came to the realization that I was playing all by myself, so I decided to get out of the freezer. I couldn't. The handle locked the door, and I was trapped inside. I was a little thing, maybe about 60 to 65 pounds, but I was determined to get out. So I started kicking. I kicked and pushed the door up enough to get a glimps of light, but it simply wouldn't open. I felt that I kicked that door for an hour. Suddenly, when I had almost given up hope, my older sister opened the door. I was found, thank God. She said she had decided to come down stairs to look at the new freezer, and saw the door bouncing up and down. Now I often wonder why a 9-year-old would want to look at a new freezer. But I am thankful she did. I feel there must have been some angelic force guiding her to my rescue. I know I have a purpose to fulfill on this earth, and God pulled me from that locked freezer so I could fulfill his purpose. I am so richly blessed. I am certain he protects me and my family every day.

P.S. I nearly destroyed the inside door of that freezer, and I didn't even get in trouble with my parents:)

Lorrie Palmer - Omaha, NE

Not too long ago, I was really questioning whether or not I was really loved by God or not. At the darkest moment of my doubting, I went alone to my bedroom to pray. I knelt down next to my bed and began my prayer. I said, "Dear God, please let me know if I am loved." Before I even finished the prayer, behind my back appeared some spiritual beings. They were all men, and one was brighter than the rest of them. He was holding an object like a staff which made him more powerful. He gave me the message, "Oh, brother! Why don't you give us a real challenge!" And then, all at once, they sent out immense feelings of love to me as if someone had said, "One, two, three, Go!" It was so powerful and so strong that I could hardly contain myself. I totally forgot to end my prayer, but what an answer! There's more to this story. A while later, my husband received an experience from these same personages guiding and directing him in his life.

P - Unknown

The young son of a co-worker was wild from puberty on and spent his teenage years drinking, fighting, and sowing wild oats. He was a constant source of heartbreak to his parents, family, and to the pastor of their local church who had watched the boy grow from infancy. When the young man got a particularly virulent form of cancer, they all tried to talk to him about God and Jesus and the wonders heaven holds. The young man blasphemed God and literally shook his fist at the Lord every chance he got. One morning his mother came to work with a smile that glowed with joy. She said "This morning my son came to me a changed person. He begged my forgiveness for all the sorrow he has caused us. He cried and said Jesus came to him last night and explained the world and his place in it. He told me that the only reason he did not beg to go with Jesus in the night was so he could tell me all about it. He told me that tonight Jesus would return to take him home and he was so excited to go with Him." She said her son called all his friends and family and told them not to be afraid of death or to fear God because heaven is a wonderful place and Jesus wants us all to live there. He died that night, after he had given Jesus' message to everyone. To me, that was a miracle. I never have forgotten it and share it with everyone who will listen.

Laurel Johnson - Fairbury, NE

I had always read and heard about miracles and angels but had not experienced any myself. Until one day I went to university where I have to cross a road. Everybody was standing there waiting to cross, but I was so much in thought that I I did not pay attention and went to walk across. Suddenly a black man, who I supposed to work as a road builder, appeared in front of me and put his arm out to me. He looked deeply into my eyes which telepathically told me not to cross the road. I did then realise that a bus was coming. Afterwards, I was wondering how that man had known my intention. In my surprise I forgot to thank him.Yes, this is a reminder to me that angels do exist. So may I say 'thank you' to you, my angel, and to God for saving my life. We are all looked after.

Miss Yan Yan - London, England

I experienced a miracle 10 years ago that prompted me to follow God as deeply as possible. I had a terrible case of psoriasis in college (that I'd had since the 6th grade) and would pray every night for some remission. I avoided dates. I avoided the beach and any other place where I might be expected to wear a swimsuit. One night, Mother Mary sat on my bed and put her hand on my shoulder and told me not to worry. That soon I would be relieved. The next day I felt so clean, revitalized, wonderful. Within a few weeks a book arrived in the mail that my mom had ordered on a whim. It was a doctors guide to a special diet (something my doctor said would have no effect on my skin condition). The diet worked! My psoriasis that had once covered my entire scalp, torso, elbows and other parts of me is practically gone. For this reason and many more, I am very trusting of my instincts, emotions and the guidance that God provides to me. Small miracles seem to happen every day. I'm working very hard to develop my relationship with the spiritual world and to be able to talk to and listen to the Lord.

S.P. - Unknown

I was 14 years old, and my mother was in the hospital for liver problems associated with alcohol. My younger sister and I were visiting her, and we were sad, of course. Inside her room, I told my mom and sister of a dream that I had the night before. In my dream I saw a favorite local band member inside the hospital visiting his father. I thought it was just a dream. But later me and my sis were waiting for my dad, and all of a sudden the band member in my dream came walking into the hospital! I had not known his father was ill and was actually in the room next to my mom's! My sis and I started laughing because we were so shocked. I look back now and see that God was trying to tell us he was there for us, because our mother did end up dying.

Kristianne - Bloomington, MN

Not long ago I took a tumble down the stairs and seriously injured myself. I stress-fractured my right ankle, sprained my left ankle, and broke the smaller bone in my lower left leg. I could have blamed God, but instead I looked at it as my lesson to rely on others for help. Even though I have a precious husband and daughter, I tend not to rely on them for help. I felt bad that they would have to pick up my duties to keep the household going. I prayed for God to help them as well for any other assistance he could give. It didn't take long for God to answer. My next-door neighbor graciously volunteered to cook dinner for a whole week for us. Then a member of our church that I don't even know called me for directions to my home. She had a full dinner prepared and wanted to drop it off. I have been touched by so many people. But the best news is that I am completely healed a month ahead of schedule! My doctor was so surprised. I now thank God even more than I normally do, not just for healing me quickly, but for answering my prayers through others.

Dawn K. - Fairlawn

About a year ago, I found myself out of work and quickly going through my savings. My abrupt departure from my job came after my supervisor scanned my email and read some personal items indicating I was unhappy working for her. After several months of job hunting, and dozens of interviews that led nowhere, I began to question God. I was not angry or impatient, but I kept asking, "Why?" "What did I do to deserve this?" I felt that my situation was unfair and I was starting to become despondent. "What do you expect of me?" "I need an answer soon!" And I began losing hope. Soon after this plea, I did find a low paying job, and I felt better about being back at work and productive again, but I needed better pay, and a better work situation. I continued praying. Within a short time I received a phone call from a friend who was hiring for her company and I decided to interview. Not only did I connect immediately with the staff at my friend's company, but I was hired quickly to a higher position than my first job. I am now in a management role with a company I enjoy and at a 50% PAY INCREASE!!! When I look back at those difficult months with no work and then low paying work, I am reminded that God has a plan for each one of us. We do not see what He sees, and we should realize that God's timing is not the same as ours. Hardships are endured for our growth and progression and should be seen as a blessing. I thank God every day for allowing me to lose my job, to be out of work, and to humble myself to accept less. It has increased my faith and belief in His sense of vision. The Lord definitely has our best interest in mind. I am sure of it!

Gayle G. - Westchester, NY

I was sitting in church during mass on Sunday by myself. While looking at my hands, I noticed they really looked old and wrinkled. I was regreting that fact when I looked up to see a very bright light. It was as if stage lights had been turned on in the area right in front of me. I was suprised at that, but even more amazed when I heard a voice. It was a strong male voice which said to me these words: "It's not what your hands look like that's important, it is the work they do that is beautiful, and the work of the hands of all who are here." I have been thinking about this and believe it was God himself talking to me. What do you think?

Ann - Unknown

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