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Help_me_please_1
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Have you ever experienced a miracle that would be completely unexplainable? I really need some proof that God does exist. So please PLEASE no lying. I want honest and actual accounts please. Thank you
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Marie5890
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Yes, but they have only happened AFTER I exercised faith, not when I was in a state of disbelief and doubt.
The miraculous are the fruits of faith. They are rarely are not the seed to faith.
My suggestion? Read the scriptures. You will see that most of those who were the recipients of the miraculous tended to show faith in Christ. Even if it was a faith born of desperation, it was faith.
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LittleHannah
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The miracle that happens every day is the Mass. Their Jesus Christ comes upon the Altar and the host becomes the Body, Blood , Soul, adn Divinity of Jesus.
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Jeancreese
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Yes
I am from the Trinidad in the Caribbean and visited the shrine in Albany New York, where there was a healing service.I suffered form intense migraine headaches for years and had one on that day. I prayed for healing and was touched by the priest during the service. His call for those who experienced healing came and I did not stand up because I was not sure my migraine would return.
It is now over 10 years and I have never had a migraine headache since.
I thank God for this blessing.
Jean
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George_Stegmeir
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Yes! I was a lapsed Catholic for more than 50 years. I fell away from the Faith after I left home and went into the Navy. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe, I just was lazy and fell away from the practice the Faith or attending religious services except for family funerals. I briefly returned to the Faith for the purpose of being married in the Church ( due to family pressure), but again, being on ships I fell away again. I even was divorced and married again. This also ended in divorce.
Anyway, many years later, I had developed COPD due to heavy smoking over the years. I had a particularly severe bronchial attack that ended with me on a stretcher in the emergency room of our local VA Hospital.
I remember lying there-I could feel the air going into my lungs, but it wasn’t doing anything. My lungs had all but ceased to function. I remember saying an Act of Contrition for the first time since I was a kid, and then lapsed into semi-conciousness. Anyway they kept me in the Emergency Room all night and in the morning transferred me to a room. When they wheeled me into the room, the Catholic Chaplin was waiting for me, and asked if I would like to recieve Holy Communion. I said yes, but it has been many years since I had been to Confession. He guided me through a general Confession and I received. After I received, I felt him make a Sign of the Cross with oil on my forehead, and I realized he was giving me the last rites. It was only then that I remembered about the promise by our Lady of Fatima for recieving Holy Communion on the First Fridays! The miracle was that I later found out that the office of Catholic Chaplain at that VA Hospital had been abolished some months previously.
Needless to say, I have since become observant.
Anyway, many years later, I had developed COPD due to heavy smoking over the years. I had a particularly severe bronchial attack that ended with me on a stretcher in the emergency room of our local VA Hospital.
I remember lying there-I could feel the air going into my lungs, but it wasn’t doing anything. My lungs had all but ceased to function. I remember saying an Act of Contrition for the first time since I was a kid, and then lapsed into semi-conciousness. Anyway they kept me in the Emergency Room all night and in the morning transferred me to a room. When they wheeled me into the room, the Catholic Chaplin was waiting for me, and asked if I would like to recieve Holy Communion. I said yes, but it has been many years since I had been to Confession. He guided me through a general Confession and I received. After I received, I felt him make a Sign of the Cross with oil on my forehead, and I realized he was giving me the last rites. It was only then that I remembered about the promise by our Lady of Fatima for recieving Holy Communion on the First Fridays! The miracle was that I later found out that the office of Catholic Chaplain at that VA Hospital had been abolished some months previously.
Needless to say, I have since become observant.
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deafjazzy
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What kind of miracle do you expect? Big one or little one?
I do not need a miracle to proof God exist. I already knew God exist when I was a child, even I do not hear or speak at all back then. I have seen His work among us everyday.
I do not need a miracle to proof God exist. I already knew God exist when I was a child, even I do not hear or speak at all back then. I have seen His work among us everyday.
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Patavium
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Sometimes miracles happen in your life, but you did not know, and did not recognize, because your heart is not open to God. However, God loves you, and still works in your favor.
Open the eyes of your heart to our Lord, Jesus Christ, and you shall recognize His Hand working in your life.
Open the eyes of your heart to our Lord, Jesus Christ, and you shall recognize His Hand working in your life.
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hank3fan
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I can just tell you what I saw, and I would preface my remarks by saying that none of these things have given me faith. In Ireland when I was youger, there were multiple, instances of statues of the Virgin Mary moving, and I saw this happen once. Also, a close relative had his heart disease vanish after frequent prayers. But none of those things help me find my faith- in fact, I fell away from my faith eventhough I had seen these things. How igorant I must have been to have seen all of this and still have rejected God? My faith today is sustained by a much less visible but infinitely more spectacular miracle, and that is the power of prayer. It is not visually spectacular, but sometimes in payer I feel an irresistable wave of emotion rise up within me, a sense of powerful feeling that is deep beyond words, a feeling of being overpowerd,held, cleansed and renwed by love itself. This is a miracle, because I do not deserve it.
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Pat_Albertson
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God says we have to have faith. Proof is not faith. Proof is relying on something other than one’s relationship with God, i.e. relying on mathematics or on the results of an experiment. Demanding proof elevates the created over the creator; not gonna happen.
Here’s an “experiment” for you to do: pray a lot, pray a lot every day, see what happens after doing this for a long period of time. That’s probably the only “proof” most of us will ever get, and actually, it’s more than enough. Just do that and forget about apologetics, logic, math, science, philosophy, miracles, proof, etc. Just pray and see what happens.
P.S. I’m not saying don’t do math or science, all I’m saying just don’t try to substitute them for faith. I do math and science all the time. I do it for fun, I do it to try and increase my abilities, I do it just to be doing it, but I’m past the point where I try to substitute it for faith. I used to try to do that, and I eventually came to the conclusion that that sort of thing is pointless.
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undeserving
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I was also a lapsed Catholic, I can still not p(name removed by moderator)oint what made me turn back to the church. I felt a great need to, and I began to go regularly for mass, study my religion, and I can say confidently that today Christ is central to my life, and my strenght. Looking back to my Godless years, I can see His hand guiding me, letting me suffer for my mistakes and teaching me about Himself all the way.He has always looked out for me, always.
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randirhoades
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Dear Friend,
I know it’s hard to believe because we can’t see Him. We can’t see the wind, but we know it’s there when it blows. You can’t see thunder but you hear it. You have air coming out of your nose but you can’t see that either. Errr, that may have been ah ah well?
But still it’s true. You wanting proof is doubt. We all doubt sometimes.
Go look in the mirror. You are made in God’s image. You have hands, legs, brain, eyes etc. Exact replica as far as His image. Now your looks came from your parents.
Plus, God says if you believe the size of a mustard seed, you can move a mountain. He’s such a loving God, sighhh. And of course Jesus walks with you every day. Just because you can’t see Him doesn’t mean He’s not there.
Oh, another thing. You believe by faith. And you can pray for faith. You don’t need a miracle. Just pray to believe and since you want to believe so badly, it will be given to you.
There have been many miracles performed by Saints and to Saints. But I bet a nickel to a dollar, they went on faith in believing too and had doubts. I’ll pray for you also.
Sheila
I know it’s hard to believe because we can’t see Him. We can’t see the wind, but we know it’s there when it blows. You can’t see thunder but you hear it. You have air coming out of your nose but you can’t see that either. Errr, that may have been ah ah well?
But still it’s true. You wanting proof is doubt. We all doubt sometimes.Go look in the mirror. You are made in God’s image. You have hands, legs, brain, eyes etc. Exact replica as far as His image. Now your looks came from your parents.
Plus, God says if you believe the size of a mustard seed, you can move a mountain. He’s such a loving God, sighhh. And of course Jesus walks with you every day. Just because you can’t see Him doesn’t mean He’s not there.Oh, another thing. You believe by faith. And you can pray for faith. You don’t need a miracle. Just pray to believe and since you want to believe so badly, it will be given to you.
There have been many miracles performed by Saints and to Saints. But I bet a nickel to a dollar, they went on faith in believing too and had doubts. I’ll pray for you also.
Sheila
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MonjaFutura
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For me, when I doubt, I just think that it’s obvious that Satan exists therefore why wouldn’t God exist? That might not be enough “proof” for you but faith never has proof. Still, I suggest reading Heaven is for Real or watching a video about it on youtube. I know faith doesn’t have proof but if you’re losing the faith this might help. The greatest help for you is the Holy Spirit!
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Bob_Crowley
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Not exactly a miracle, but the night my father died, he appeared in my room. He started with an apology, we argued and conversed, and then he disappeared with on almighty scream.
It wasn’t a miracle in the sense of an inexplicable event which defies the physics of this world, but it was definitely supernatural. And it also backed up the fact there’s an afterlife and a judgement. Believe me, there’s a judgement. By his own admission on that night, “I’ve been an absolute mongrel to you (ie. me)!”, and “All I was expected to do was look after my own family, and I didn’t even do that!”
That night he had to account for it. God exists all right, and if the departing scream was anything to go by, so does the devil.
Not a miracle, but definitely supernatural.
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Bob_Crowley
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And I’ve had experiences that were very unlikely to be “coincidental”, although not miraculous. However they indicated that God can somehow “get around” our choices. For example one night, I was driving a cab in the suburb where my father died, called Nundah. This brought to mind the issue of his apparition when he died, and so I prayed for some sort of “sign” that there was truth in what he said. This would have been sometime in late 2005. He died in 1979.
I got this sense I ought to know better than to ask for a “sign”, but I persevered. Now he died at No. X, Rivington Street, Nundah.
Later than very same night, I was on the Queen Street rank in the city. Eventually my fare came along, a bit the worse for wear, hopped in the back and simply said, “Nundah”. I replied, “Whereabouts in Nundah?” He responded, “Just drive and I’ll tell you where to go”. So off we went, turning here and there.
And ended up at “X-1” Rivington Street, Nundah, right opposite where my father died.
As far as I was concerned, I’d got my sign that I’d asked for earlier that very same night.
Yet the whole way, I had free will where I’d go, the customers had free will when and where they’d decide to go home, the other drivers were making choices, and yet somehow God guided this particular customer, despite all their “free” choices, to my particular cab.
One of the things my father actually said the night he died was “I always was doomed! I didn’t really have any choice!” I protested, but he said “Oh, it’s right, all right. You can see that from here!” Yet later he admitted, “I was WILLING”.
Don’t ask me to explain it, but God can work around our choices if He wants to. And I still have never come to grips with my father’s comment, when I couple it with experiences that show to me that God can and does evade our choices, or at least work around them. But it’s so subtle that we don’t know it’s going on.
So I have no trouble in believing in miracles per se, although I’ve never seen what I would call a “miracle”. But I have seen what I think is evidence of God’s sleight of hand at work.
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BluesPicker
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A young man related this story:
A young boy that was 4 years old wandered in search of fish in a small drainage canal. Disobedient and a little escape artist this child was visiting his grandparents who lived on a small farm out in rural Louisiana. So the little brat wandered off. His grandfather was disabled after a stroke which left him unable to speak hardly, and paralyzed on the right side of his body. Well the boy, barefoot I am told, was unable to get down into the water. He spied a ditch that drained a cornfield. Sediments from the field had formed a miniature alluvial delta, a pad that was perfect for observation of the fish. So he wandered down in a hurry but failed to see all the cottonmouths sunning themselves draped in the bushes all over and coiled resting on that pad of dirt.
Eyes closed he heard this dialogue:
He heard a Voice command: “Leave the boy alone.”
He heard another voice: “He is in our place.”
He heard another Voice: “Leave him alone. He is too small to hurt any of you & too big for you to eat.”
The boy opened his eyes and sliding his feet rather than taking steps moved backwards slowly. He backed into a willow tree. One slithered down the tree on to his shoulders and stopped turned his head and appeared to be ready to strike his right eye. But it turned away suddenly and dove to the ground and slithered into the water.
The boy looked and saw his grandfather arrived at that moment.
All I have to say is people have died horrible deaths walking into a den of cottonmouth moccasins. This all happened when TVs were unheard of in that area and the boy could not read at the time. He has no history of mental illness but that is one scary story
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Thank You Jesus for saving him.
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A young boy that was 4 years old wandered in search of fish in a small drainage canal. Disobedient and a little escape artist this child was visiting his grandparents who lived on a small farm out in rural Louisiana. So the little brat wandered off. His grandfather was disabled after a stroke which left him unable to speak hardly, and paralyzed on the right side of his body. Well the boy, barefoot I am told, was unable to get down into the water. He spied a ditch that drained a cornfield. Sediments from the field had formed a miniature alluvial delta, a pad that was perfect for observation of the fish. So he wandered down in a hurry but failed to see all the cottonmouths sunning themselves draped in the bushes all over and coiled resting on that pad of dirt.
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Well he walked down barefoot into the midst of all these snakes, all happy and excited. Suddenly one snake opened his mouth and started hissing, then struck the air and slipped into the water. The other snakes camouflaged revealed themselves. The boy noticed any motion would agitate the snakes. Good time to pray he thought. He had forced himself to close his eyes not to shake with fear. So he prayed: “Jesus, Momma told me that if I get in trouble to ask you for help. Well I am in big trouble and I really need your help.” He was trembling with fear and frozen. He knew he was in “Big Trouble” because one snake slithered in between his legs to get to the water.He heard a Voice command: “Leave the boy alone.”
He heard another voice: “He is in our place.”
He heard another Voice: “Leave him alone. He is too small to hurt any of you & too big for you to eat.”
The boy opened his eyes and sliding his feet rather than taking steps moved backwards slowly. He backed into a willow tree. One slithered down the tree on to his shoulders and stopped turned his head and appeared to be ready to strike his right eye. But it turned away suddenly and dove to the ground and slithered into the water.
The boy looked and saw his grandfather arrived at that moment.
All I have to say is people have died horrible deaths walking into a den of cottonmouth moccasins. This all happened when TVs were unheard of in that area and the boy could not read at the time. He has no history of mental illness but that is one scary story
& Thank You Jesus for saving him.TM
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Musician
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Yes. I have prayed three specific novenas and each one has brought about a positive result.
Also, I have had visions of eternity that I don’t care to discuss on a public forum because it makes me sound a little weird…very brief glimpses. It has been enough to where I will never doubt the existence of a divine being again.
Also, I have had visions of eternity that I don’t care to discuss on a public forum because it makes me sound a little weird…very brief glimpses. It has been enough to where I will never doubt the existence of a divine being again.
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Gidras05
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This is my first post here, and I joined today specifically because I believe today, after 23 years of life in the church, and after being raised Catholic and going through all the steps, including being confirmed…
Today I really began my spiritual journey.
Everyone who posted above me has had great experiences. My experience of a miracle is much less, and I still feel ill at ease deep in my heart because I have a lot of work to go before I complete my journey, and I know I am unworthy, but I will testify nonetheless.
Recently I have had many “panic attacks” and cold sweats as, for some reason, my mind had begun to test my faith in everything I’ve learned, from the existence of God, to our path in life. I had an existential crisis, wondering what my purpose was, what everyone’s purpose was, and why I am doing what I am doing in my life (studying hard to become a researcher). What is this life of drudgery and why is it even important?
And then it happened. I decided to go to mass (which I haven’t been to in awhile, being in a college town without a car and buses being unfeasible on Sundays- I had a ride today).
Would you believe it? The first reading and the homily talked about EVERYTHING I was worried about. After beginning to lose faith, I prayed to God the night before that he would reveal a sign to me, and I went to church and THAT VERY SUNDAY, the sermon wasn’t on sins, or on abortion, or even on familial issues and how to solve them. The sermon could have been about ANYTHING ELSE. And guess what?
It was about my existential crisis. I sat there, and cried in Church. And I’m a 23 year old man who doesn’t cry.
I know I have a long way to go to dispel the demons in my life, and to live a life according to my faith and according to the law of our Lord, and mostly I have a long way to go to make my faith as much as I’d want it to be, but this was one heck of a start, I’d think.
Also, I don’t know how much this’ll help, but if you are looking for proof of God, you won’t ever really find one, since that’s what faith’s all about. But sometimes we are all “doubting Thomases” and we need a push in the right direction. Prayer, going to mass, all helps. But try speaking to a priest! You’d be surprised how hard it might be sometimes for even men of the cloth. They are still men.
Secondly, there is something called the “Dark Night of the Spirit” which you might want to look into. It’s hard to explain, but it essentially is a period in all of our lives of varying duration that we no longer feel the recompense for our faith. And it’s one big test, and it subsides, I promise. Even Mother Theresa dealt with a dark night of the spirit, where even she questioned what she did and the faith she had. But she got through it, and look at her legacy.
Lastly, if you’re a logical person like me, you might want to look into the MULTITUDE of books out there that rebuttal all those “scientific proofs that God doesn’t exist”. They are EXCELLENT and I am currently doing exactly that, in order to at least settle the logical part of my mind that keeps trying to interfere with my soul.
God loves you and yearns for you to come back to him. Close your eyes and pray, and listen. Prayer shouldn’t just be about giving thanks and asking for things. It should also be quiet, as you listen and you feel and you hear God speaking to you. It won’t sound like a voice, but you’ll know he’s there if you have faith. You’ll be able to feel it, trust me.
Go forth my brother/sister, and live a good life in God’s image.
Today I really began my spiritual journey.
Everyone who posted above me has had great experiences. My experience of a miracle is much less, and I still feel ill at ease deep in my heart because I have a lot of work to go before I complete my journey, and I know I am unworthy, but I will testify nonetheless.
Recently I have had many “panic attacks” and cold sweats as, for some reason, my mind had begun to test my faith in everything I’ve learned, from the existence of God, to our path in life. I had an existential crisis, wondering what my purpose was, what everyone’s purpose was, and why I am doing what I am doing in my life (studying hard to become a researcher). What is this life of drudgery and why is it even important?
And then it happened. I decided to go to mass (which I haven’t been to in awhile, being in a college town without a car and buses being unfeasible on Sundays- I had a ride today).
Would you believe it? The first reading and the homily talked about EVERYTHING I was worried about. After beginning to lose faith, I prayed to God the night before that he would reveal a sign to me, and I went to church and THAT VERY SUNDAY, the sermon wasn’t on sins, or on abortion, or even on familial issues and how to solve them. The sermon could have been about ANYTHING ELSE. And guess what?
It was about my existential crisis. I sat there, and cried in Church. And I’m a 23 year old man who doesn’t cry.
I know I have a long way to go to dispel the demons in my life, and to live a life according to my faith and according to the law of our Lord, and mostly I have a long way to go to make my faith as much as I’d want it to be, but this was one heck of a start, I’d think.
Also, I don’t know how much this’ll help, but if you are looking for proof of God, you won’t ever really find one, since that’s what faith’s all about. But sometimes we are all “doubting Thomases” and we need a push in the right direction. Prayer, going to mass, all helps. But try speaking to a priest! You’d be surprised how hard it might be sometimes for even men of the cloth. They are still men.
Secondly, there is something called the “Dark Night of the Spirit” which you might want to look into. It’s hard to explain, but it essentially is a period in all of our lives of varying duration that we no longer feel the recompense for our faith. And it’s one big test, and it subsides, I promise. Even Mother Theresa dealt with a dark night of the spirit, where even she questioned what she did and the faith she had. But she got through it, and look at her legacy.
Lastly, if you’re a logical person like me, you might want to look into the MULTITUDE of books out there that rebuttal all those “scientific proofs that God doesn’t exist”. They are EXCELLENT and I am currently doing exactly that, in order to at least settle the logical part of my mind that keeps trying to interfere with my soul.
God loves you and yearns for you to come back to him. Close your eyes and pray, and listen. Prayer shouldn’t just be about giving thanks and asking for things. It should also be quiet, as you listen and you feel and you hear God speaking to you. It won’t sound like a voice, but you’ll know he’s there if you have faith. You’ll be able to feel it, trust me.
Go forth my brother/sister, and live a good life in God’s image.
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the_phoenix
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Definitely sounds like you’re off to an awesome start!
Thanks for sharing your inspirational story.
Thanks for sharing your inspirational story.
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in_servitude
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Have you looked into Fatima? That was a fairly obvious over-the-top miracle. It was in the newspapers - “Our Lady is going to do a miracle, according to these kids.” 70.000 show up to see the sun dance. Blindness was cured by some in attendance. How about Lourdes? Or, look into Lanciano - that is a miracle that started in the 700s and continues every day 1200+ years later.
To answer your question, I’ve been blessed with many miracles. I don’t know why since I’m seriously unworthy, but a previous poster was right - faith happens first. Once you get yourself out of this place where you want to doubt - you want to hold on to this notion that everything in this world is a giant accident in space - then you’ll stay stuck. Let yourself enjoy the wonderful experience of living in God unfettered and you may get to see miracles of your own first hand.
(One of the miracles that I’ve been able to experience was very physical in nature where I was laying in bed awake and a bright light shone from what appeared to be the head board. I could see the light glinting off my nose and eyelashes - but it didn’t light up the room. And, the most intensely positive feelings overwhelmed me to a tremendous degree. If Heaven is half that good, we are all going to LOVE Heaven. Then, I decided that if a light was shining behind me, I should probably take the time to look at it - given I knew that I had no such light on my headboard. If God was taking the time to create this light - I should look at it. I sat up in bed and looked at head board, and the light was not there - zero light in the bedroom. I then returned to my sleeping position, and the light returned along with the positive feelings. I remained there and felt the tremendous positive feelings like that until I went back to sleep. What a gift that was!!!)
To answer your question, I’ve been blessed with many miracles. I don’t know why since I’m seriously unworthy, but a previous poster was right - faith happens first. Once you get yourself out of this place where you want to doubt - you want to hold on to this notion that everything in this world is a giant accident in space - then you’ll stay stuck. Let yourself enjoy the wonderful experience of living in God unfettered and you may get to see miracles of your own first hand.
(One of the miracles that I’ve been able to experience was very physical in nature where I was laying in bed awake and a bright light shone from what appeared to be the head board. I could see the light glinting off my nose and eyelashes - but it didn’t light up the room. And, the most intensely positive feelings overwhelmed me to a tremendous degree. If Heaven is half that good, we are all going to LOVE Heaven. Then, I decided that if a light was shining behind me, I should probably take the time to look at it - given I knew that I had no such light on my headboard. If God was taking the time to create this light - I should look at it. I sat up in bed and looked at head board, and the light was not there - zero light in the bedroom. I then returned to my sleeping position, and the light returned along with the positive feelings. I remained there and felt the tremendous positive feelings like that until I went back to sleep. What a gift that was!!!)
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DeniseNY
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I don’t know if this would constitute a miracle in the minds of many people, but I think it is.
My mother was recently diagnosed with melanoma. It was on her scalp. It was just a tiny, imperceptible lesion, and because (obviously) we have hair on our heads, a lot of melanomas on the scalp go undetected. When she went to the dermatologist she told him that she felt a little bump and that she thought she might have a cyst of some sort. The doctor looked at the bump and said “that’s nothing, but I don’t like what’s right next to it”. The cyst was completely benign, but it was right next to the melanoma lesion. Had that bump not been there… I don’t even want to think about it.
My mother was recently diagnosed with melanoma. It was on her scalp. It was just a tiny, imperceptible lesion, and because (obviously) we have hair on our heads, a lot of melanomas on the scalp go undetected. When she went to the dermatologist she told him that she felt a little bump and that she thought she might have a cyst of some sort. The doctor looked at the bump and said “that’s nothing, but I don’t like what’s right next to it”. The cyst was completely benign, but it was right next to the melanoma lesion. Had that bump not been there… I don’t even want to think about it.
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