Skip to comments.Have you ever seen a miracle?
Posted on 06/14/2014 9:23:22 PM PDT by MNDude
I believe in miracles (as in the Biblical sense), but I don't think I can say I've actually ever witnessed one. I'm curious if anyone here feels they've ever seen a real one before. If so, what is your miracle story?
My late father told me he saw his already dead grandfather “come” for his grandmother on the porch of her home. She said “Little Freddy, fetch me my pipe” and when he returned she smoked a bowl of tobacco and said “grandpa is here to take me home” and she died. He saw their spirits leave. That would’ve been in the early thirties.
It all started after I had received Jesus. Not the miracles, just my being able to see them.
The first miracles I had ever seen were during a Katherine Kuhlmann service in the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles. The presence of the Holy Spirit was so powerful and people were bring heal all over the place.
Never seem anything like it. Seen a lot more since.
I have never seen a miracle, but I did see and interact with all I can describe as a satanic presence emenating from a loved one (former loved one)........ three different times. Don’t understand it, can’t explain it, but view it as supernatural at the least.
I read this once (paraphrase): If the sun only rose once every 10 thousand years, we’d all gather to watch the miracle, but because it rises every day, we don’t look.
Yes, I have. My sister-in-law was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in Oct. She was in horrible pain, hospitalized with pain meds every two hours (still not killing pain). My brother wanted her to have a nerve block but they couldn’t if she was on the drugs.
Her brother-in-law went to the Padre Pio Shrine and prayed out loud. Took notes to put on wall. That night she slept through the night for the first time since she’d gone in. She got up the next morning and made her bed, walked down to the atrium to read her devotional. She refused drugs because she had no pain.
The doctors came in one by one and could not believe it, said it was ‘magical’ and ‘impossible’ and ‘they couldn’t understand it’. They even took another ct scan to see if the tumor was still there and it was. But she stayed pain-free for 3 days until they did the nerve block . Thankfully, she didn’t have that kind of pain again in her life. She did pass Jan. 29th but the miracle gave her quality of life in her last days. She was able to enjoy her family and grandkids and she made every minute count.
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What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.
Miracles happen everyday. You just need to see them for what they are. On one occasion, I was part of someone else’s “miracle.” A neighbor I didn’t know had said a prayer for a singer to take part in her Church recital. She needed a soprano. I knocked on her door to get a reference for a “homeless” man who was looking for work. We got to talking and she told me about her prayer. I majored in voice in college. I sang two solos in her program. It was a wonderful experience.
All those “serendipitous” moments are really miracles. They may be small ones, but they are gifts from God none the less.
About 50 years ago, I was in an car accident that no one should have walked away from. They had to cut us out of the car with Jaws of Life. When they finally got my mom, my brother and me out of the car, not one of us had as much as a scratch on us.
And so the basis for all our relative judgement of time (/space matter energy) is governed by the iron fist of the earths shadow!
Praise G_d! This IS The Day!
That revival has the church going to this day. I didn’t see it but many have spoke of it.
One just happened about a month ago, the day that my father passed away. I was in my car driving to be by his side as we knew he was close to passing. I had a Christian music station on and right about the time he died, the DJ came on and read the following verses from the Gospel of John:
"Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. Very truly I tell you, a time is coming and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live."
Another time was last fall when my 7 year old son was rushed to the hospital with a bad asthma attack. My wife stayed with him in his room overnight and when I came home and went to bed, I was very worried and troubled. So I began praying "Jesus I trust in you. Lord Jesus I trust in you." over and over to calm myself.
The next day, a priest came by my son's room and gave him the anointing of the sick. When the priest was done, he wanted to leave a prayer card with my son and he pulled out a Divine Mercy prayer card. When I read the words below the image of Our Lord, I knew He had heard my prayer.
A friend’s son was in a severe car accident. The three other boys in the car died. He was almost cut in half from the old style seatbelt. The CHP officer pronounced everyone in the car DOA. A nurse, a pastor and an EMT were the first three on the scene. The nurse argued with the CHP and demanded a med-aerovac. The young man went from dying so very slowing overcome huge obstacles. His mother could write a book. The medical team told her that he was going to stay in the coma, then he was going to come out of the coma, but be a vegetable. Also that he would never walk again due to the damage to his spine. Last I heard from his mom was that he was going to college with a full scholarship. Also he walked 12 weeks later. There are so many miracles that happened with this young man. Everytime he started having issues his mom would activate the prayer chain. Within 30 to an hour the situation would turn around. The doctors were continuously amazed.
people always look for big’miracles. sometimes the miracles are small ones. meeting the right person at the right time. being the person something critical hinges on and doing it -’whatever it is - flawlessly. your beloved pet who’s very sick, getting well with your care and prayers and a good vet. a small gift to someone that comes at a really needed moment. a word of encouragement, a card or note or call, that uplifts a person who is going through a rough patch of stuff not going their way. your car continuing to work reliably every day. that we wake up together and have another day together with family and friends. that we all go to sleep together at the end of the day. that we have a normal, non-shtf day with problems other people elsewhere would love to have.
I do not know if it would be considered a miracle, but it was to me.
My son was 2 and walked out of the upstairs apartment (I thought he was with his Dad since he had just left). His father came back, but no little boy. I have never prayed so hard or been so scared. I was running around the complex, hollering his name. Someone driving down the street heard me and pulled in. He asked if I was looking for a little boy. I couldn’t believe it. He had just left the shopping center where the security guy had my son. He had crossed a street and a field, gone through a parking lot to the door. I have never run so fast in my life. The security guy had called the police (he had to), but told them that he knew something had to be wrong, because I was such a good mother. His Dad and I were so very fortunate.
I thank God every day because it could have had such a different outcome.
In 2002 my husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor. When we went for the surgical consultation we were informed that our share of cost for the team of doctors doing the surgery was going to be between $12,000-$20,000. And that was just for the doctors not including the hospitalization and all of the other costs. Now, I don’t know about you, but I just don’t have that kind of money in my checking account.
Just two days before the surgery we received word from the insurance company that the cost was going to be $75 for those doctors. The total cost for everything for the surgery came to over $250,000. Our out of pocket was less than $200.
I think you are absolutely correct. Miracles are all around us and through us.
God healed my dog of a severe heart murmur. Freaked out the vet.
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; Your judgments are like a great deep. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
My beast was preserved.
God healed my roommate of a hangover and DTs. Sacred the daylights out of him.
God miraculously saved another roommate from suicide.
About a year and a half ago I Prayed for a man the Doctors sent home to die. They gave him a few weeks to live. Every pore on his face was swollen. He looked very near death. The next day his tumors were not completely gone but shrunken to barely there. He continued to get better and is still alive. One of the greatest moments of my life, ranking right up there with my wedding day and the birth of my children.
There have been times where I thought every day was a miracle.
Yes. I am a seven year survivor from a very serious cancer diagnosis. My wife too is a survivor. No mystery here about miracles. They happen every day, we just have to open our eyes to them.
Very, very frequently, I’m talking about the kind of sudden levitation of an inanimate object, or the sudden healing of a mystery illness, or (my favorite) the instant where everything around you stops: even the birds are frozen in mid-flight — only to see and hear one car on the road whose passenger called out: “come and join us” before they left and time returned to normal.
A few weeks ago I was driving through an intersection near my home. A speeding car ran through the red light coming from my left at a speed that had to be fast enough to be lethal (I’m guessing he was going well over 80 mph, but for all I know it could have been going well over 100). Regardless, this car was traveling so fast that there is no way that I could have seen him coming, there was another driver to my right also going with the green light who would have had even less of a chance to see the oncoming car.
Somehow both my vehicle and the vehicle to my right ended up stopped in the intersection about three inches short of where the car that ran the red light passed through. I have no earthly idea of how, but my car ended up stopped in the middle of an intersection, as it’s generally not something I would try to do when I have a green light. I do recall thinking, “wait, why am I stopped?” just a fraction of a second before I finally saw this car hurtling toward me.
I do know that if my vehicle had continued at the pace I intended to drive, the speeding car would have collided with my driver’s side door. The only thing I can figure is that is that this incident with a miracle because I’m certain that if that vehicle hit me I would be dead and my two year old son who was in the back seat (on the passenger’s side) would have at the very least been seriously injured, if not killed as well.
As I collected myself, and thought about getting the car moving again, I hesitated for a second because I was certain there would be one or more police cars in pursuit, astoundingly, there weren’t.
They do happen every day. We can see them and they are wonderful. Check that old moon tonight. Very bright at about 40 degrees up. Lights off and the house has a bright glow.
Don’t know that it was a miracle, but it was a testament to the power of prayer. My oldest aunt, last surviving of my father’s siblings, had outlived her retirement savings in 2008, could not afford the heating oil bill and was very worried, which was uncharacteristic of her. She’s always been a gentle, optimistic presence, a sort of second grandmother to us all, she was the first daughter and considerably older. We prayed for her, that her worries be eased and that a solution for her problem be found. Within days, elders from the Moravian Church behind her house turned up on her doorstep with an offer to purchase the house. She accepted and went into a very nice assisted living facility, where she has been treated well. It’s more like a hotel than anything else. I wouldn’t mind such a place myself, if that day comes for me. She’ll be 100 her next birthday.
The night before my husband’s brain surgery we decided to celebrate by going to out dinner. The sky was the limit for our family. Our sons were allowed to order lobster. On our way to finding a restaurant, we stopped at a chain drug store to get my prescription refilled prior to my husband’s surgery.
Since we were over 200 miles from home we weren’t sure of the various restaurant options in the area. As we were waiting for the prescription I noticed to two local police officers had come into the store. I approached them to inquire about a good restaurant. One of the officers asked me why we were in LA. I thought that it was a strange question considering that it was the height of vacation time. When I explained that my husband was having surgery. He (the police officer) then named the hospital (we were 25-30 miles from the hospital) as a question. Shocked I said yes. He then named the doctor as a question. I was more shocked and said yes. He then named my husband’s condition. I almost fainted at that point (but I was too busy looking for angel wings ). He had the same condition and the same doctor was going to do his surgery in a few weeks. What are the chances that he and I would meet in the heart of LA with how many people and he could guess the hospital, the doctor and the procedure?
He then informed me that this doctor was the best in the world. Talk about a message from God. BTW the restaurant that he recommended was excellent.
One of the former leaders in our church was once an atheist. He had been riddled with cancer and was in a wheelchair ready to die - he only had a couple of weeks left. His wife took him along to church and he was prayed over. Three weeks later he was up playing football with his boys. He eventually died in his eighties - some 30 years later - after leading many to Christ.
He patted me on the shoulder, looked at me pityingly, and told me it was a large tumor and she would have to have a colostomy--it would be an 8 hr. surgery.
Members of her church came and sat with me during surgery. They had a prayer line and someone had signed to pray for her every hr for the 24 (or 48?) hrs before surgery. I was from out of state, so they told me all this.They said don't worry, God would take care of it.
After a scant 4 hrs. the dr. came out with a funny expression. He told me the tumor was not more than half the size it showed on x-ray. It was primary and he got it all--no colostomy. He just couldn't understand it, but her friends said "Praise the Lord".
My mother never had chemo or radiation, just regular checks. She lived to be 93 and never had another sign of cancer.
PRAISE THE LORD!
need any more?
The moon is the perfect size and the perfect distance from earth to create tides that are not so large as to disrupt life, but enough to cleanse near shore environments and all of the tidal life.
Life that may not even be around if no moon. The moon acts as a stabilizer on how we rotate around the poles. Otherwise the earth would have huge shifts on how we rotate. Vertical rotation and we would have no changes in seasons. Horizontal rotation and seasons would change every day.
Oh - and our days would just be 6 hours long.
And I think God put the moon at the perfect size and distance so we could experience the joy and wonder of a total eclipse of the sun just for fun. (Yes - the sun also has to be at the perfect size and distance too.)
and i don’t discount the big ones, either.
I have one similar - I was only a teenager and was driving my way to work - I confess I was speeding. I saw a car up on the right hand side at an intersection he half pulled out then I though he saw me so he stopped then as I got closer he just pulled out in front of me. It’s all a bit of a blur - I locked up the brakes and remember clearly hearing a voice inside my head that said “Turn the Wheel” I did so even though I remember feeling like I was not gunna hit the car. With the wheels locked up in an old car you wouldn’t have thought the car would have steered well but it did - I came to a stop - half my car on the other side of the road (no cars on the other side) and my car was in a position that would have been over half way through his car had I not steered away. I just gave him a wave and drove off to work but the minute i stepped out of the car my legs buckled from under me - I could have killed the man and only by the grace of God I did not. Have been a much more reasonable driver since!
Everytime I am at the beach I look at that big ball in the sky and am amazed at the washing machine at my feet.
It works. Who am I to question this miracle of life?
This is true. For years, I’ve looked back on my life & the lives of those near me & I’m filled with wonder & gratefulness at the intricate ways things unfold. As Yogi (Berra) said, Some things are too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence.
I have close, personal knowledge of several miracles. In 2008, Gypsy was diagnosed with epithelial mesothelioma; 2 different biopsies, a private lab (Antech) & Texas A&M. I immediately contacted everyone I knew, asking for prayers. Our good vet at VREC here was on vacation & couldn’t even see her for a month. We didn’t have “months”, according to her diagnosis. She’d had 2 tumors. One was very large & one was small. By the time the vet saw her, the small one had regressed away. When he removed the second, almost 6 weeks later, & the entire mass was sent to the lab, it was benign plasma cytoma. Gypsy was with us another 5 1/2 years.
Here is the “odd” thing. I learned what “happiness” really was during that time & it was pretty surreal because I was so happy. I realized it was because I was grateful. Today (that day), we had so much. Gyps wasn’t sick. She was in danger. She looked & acted perfectly healthy. But all of our Blessings, big & small, came so clearly into focus. It really was an epiphany.
The truest, most precious words in the world are “Be still and know that I AM”.
He Is and He Will. As far as I’m concerned, this is the only thing in this life that you CAN count on.
Years ago, I was a volunteer firefighter in a county North of Atlanta. Very early one morning I was awoken by my pager for some sort of emergency call. My route to the location of the emergency took me down this road that has a huge hill. It is very easy to build up a lot of speed going down this hill. As I neared the bottom of the hill, a thought popped into my head “Better slow down, a deer could run across the road here and you would not be able to stop”. NO sooner than I slowed down, did a deer sprint right in front of my car. Had I not slowed down at that exact moment, I would have hit it for sure. At the speed I was going it would have been a very serious accident.
Now a skeptic might dismiss it and say that my subconscious mind observed the deer and planted that thought before my conscious mind could process the information. But I choose to believe the message came from elsewhere.
I am Buddhist. The unfolding of karma often gives rise to appearances of miraculous synchronicity. This has happened so many times in my life that it occurs to me that it is all a miracle, one constant, ongoing miracle, if one must use that word.
I witnessed one, recently in fact. A friend and fellow freeper had complications after brain surgery and had massive swelling the brain and stroke like symptoms. Even her doctor says she should have died. Within a matter of days, she was completely healed, cleared to drive and recovered. God is a God of miracles.
Well, something happened that I can’t explain by physics, when I was sitting on my motorcycle waiting for oncoming traffic to clear so I could make a left turn — and a van rammed into the rear of the bike.
Now, that bike should have been knocked out from under me with me tumbling backwards into the van’s windshield. That didn’t happen. Something kept me on the seat until the van (which by then had the motorcycle’s rear wheel impaled in its radiator) had gone through the intersection. Then as the van stopped, I flew over the handlebars, banging my knee on the air cleaner. Got some bruises, and messed up my elbow joint a little. But I still do not know what kept me on the bike.
I’ll see your miraculous synchronicity and raise you the grace of God....
Several .. and I wrote a book about it, “Miracles Upon Miracles”. It’s available at Amazon - soft cover and Kindle.
It’s 30 years worth of my testimonies.
The extraordinary deliverance of my BIL from addiction - again, too much to write comfortably here.
My father was miraculously healed of pancreatic cancer... and lived another 15 years.
A good friend, crippled from birth, under a laying on of hands, had his leg healed - It physically grew 2" in the sight of the congregation.
I spent 7 years in screaming pain, bedridden/wheelchair bound. Lost my health, my business, eventually my house, my wife and family... EVERYTHING. Again, too long a tale to impart here, but literally overnight the pain receded, and I got up from my sickbed, under extremely extraordinary circumstances. I am in my fourth year of restoration, and every step I take, every time I pick up a tool, every single motion and breath, is a joyful thing.
Our God is an awesome God. PRAISE YHWH! And PRAISE YESHUA the Messiah! For by HIS STRIPES are we healed!
That is very refreshing. NEVER GIVE UP!
Yes. This is so true. I witnesses and am a constant recipient of God’s miracles. And He has miraculously saved my life at least twice. I am forever grateful and always humbled by His CONSTANT presence and attentiveness to me in my life. I am truly blessed and do try and pray to always be used for His purpose in any way that He may need to use me as well.
Thank you for your kind reply. : )
Our eagerly awaited grandson was born with spina bifida and hydrocephalus. He spent the first five weeks of his life in an out of town NICU. That is when our family entered the world of people living the “new normal”. There were many miracles to witness in that unit, and when we were able to return home, two perfect strangers separately presented themselves to me as having spina bifida, telling me their stories of challenges, surgeries, and eventual ability to hold jobs and marry and raise families.
When he was two, our grandson suffered shunt failure. He had such
violent sick headaches that the ambulance driver and doctors and nurses
at two hospitals prayed aloud for him and my 9 mo. pregnant daughter
and her husband. We informed our pastor, a man born in and rescued
from N. Korea, who dropped everything to drive the 50 miles to
the big city ICU.
Our grandson sobbed and wailed at any stimulus, so the room was silent and darkened. The pastor went straight to our little guy, laid hands on his
face and prayed quietly in Korean, his face turned upward. Moments after pastor left, our grandson sat bolt upright, blinked, smiled at us, and indicated that he’d like the lights on and cartoons turned on (he was diagnosed with autism at age two, and was mute until he was five). He was retested, and all signs of the shunt blockage were gone. Surgery
no longer needed. This took place in a large metro area in upstate NY.
There have been many other miracles. Our beloved daughter-in-law suddenly left and divorced our son. As I took a flight out of the same
metro area to visit him, my seatmate, a black lady, asked why I was flying that day. She held my hand and prayed aloud for my son and our family, then did so again as we landed. On my way back, waiting for a connecting flight in Atlanta, my seatmate in the airport waiting room asked the same question. Why are you traveling today? When I told her, she gathered two others, all from the same upstate NY metro area, and they prayed aloud for us, too. One of the people was a special educator for the
There are many other examples of different types of miracles in my life.I didn’t see them coming, but was awed by them. My life was saved more than once. Still trying to figure out why.
To each his own.
I see no real advantage, and something of a cop-out, in reliance on the “God” concept. There is nothing but your own consciousness, your own mental continuum - and even that conceit is finally seen to be just a mental construct, capable of being deconstructed down to the proverbial “yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination . . . “
Walk the tightrope without a net, if you want to learn what’s what.
Nope, dagogo, there actually is a God. God is way beyond myth to me. God has proven Himself a person.
The only thing that could complain about cop-out is your own damn ego.
Wow, such a compelling rejoinder.
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