Miracles Do Happen

[chrisofplano]

We were doing the usual sailing on our local lake and we were just leaveing the dock. Just as we pushed off, this woman came and told us, you shouldn’t go out, there is a storm a comin’. My dad, being the stubbon person he is, ignored her and pushed the boat off.

We were about half way back when my dad said we aren’t moveing, the rutter isn’t down. (for all you non-sailers, its the thing that basicly lest you turn and not fall over) My mom was starting to worry and held my sister tight. I was out on the bow look over the water.

My dad rigged up the motor and we had little problems getting it started. The clouds were right over us and lighting could be seen. I closed my eyes and started to pray, asking to let us get to the dock and let other people in before the storm starts.

I herd a loud boom and the boat hit a rock. It was starting to sink. I went down to the cabin and saw where the water was comeing. I sat down in the water in the cabin and started praying. All of the sudden the water stopped comeing in, it seems that an acorn, from not around this place, had plugged it.

This is the work of God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and my family’s guardian angel.

 

[Viki59]

My sister, who lived in Guatemala, was in intensive care, deathly ill from hepatitis, and my mother asked me to go down there and make funeral arrangements. The doctors had said she could not make it.
I flew down and found that she had suddenly gotten much better, she did not even realize how ill she had been. I persuaded her to come back to the states with me for a visit, thinking that she could see my doctor while she was there and get thoroughly checked out. She agreed reluctantly, and we flew back that weekend.
I tried to take her sightseeing but she began feeling very weak. So the next day I took her to the doctor, who promply admitted her to the hospital. She was there six weeks, and nearly died. She had recovered enough to make the plane trip, then relapsed again. People kept telling me to prepare myself for her death, but I had been given a scripture, the one that goes “I have a plan for you, to give you a future and a hope . . .” She not only recovered, she quit drinking.
I was not Catholic then, but God in His mercy worked anyway in answer to prayer.

 

[FuzzyBunny116]

A friend of mine’s sister was going through rough patch in her life. At that time, she had been very, very depressed. She had always liked Mother Teresa, and looked to her as a role-model, etc. She had been praying for her intercession for a while (a year I wanna say, not sure). She woke up one morning, went to her closet, and lo and behold, a rose was lieing on the ground! None of her very Catholic family members claim to have put it there!

By the way, does Mothere Teresa have any sort of connection with roses? I just thought of it as an ordinary sign, is what I mean. If I had prayed to Mary and recieved a rose, I would have understand…