First time I’ve typed this story. Don’t think my mom would mind, since, well, this is the Internet and we’ve currently yet to be introduced. The most powerful story I have to share. Tearing up typing this.
It was about 10 days before I was born (I’m 35 now), and my parents were driving down a country road. Signs were not properly placed (probably an easy lawsuit these days), and they went into a ditch in the road under construction. My Mom went through the windshield (seat belt laws were different then as well) and my Dad into the steering wheel, unconscious. My Dad regained consciousness and walked a half-mile to a farm and called 911.
Later, my mom, was pulled from the wreckage, with me, still there in her womb, and was taken to the hospital. 440 plus stitches and around 10 bones broken, they reset her leg in the hospital. My Dad told me later that was the worst scream he ever heard as they drove the spike through her knee to reset it. He was down the hall, and medicine in 1970 wasn’t what it is today.
As she was bleeding to death in the car, and me dying as well I guess, she said she saw a White light, getting brighter and brighter, and as she sensed the Light approach she said “Your Will be done”. Immediately after that, the Light withdraws and her next memory is that she’s being pulled from the wreckage and then had no memories until later.
After that, she offered me to God, and always thought I’d become a priest. I didn’t, married with three kids, and unfortunately a regular sinner. I’m certain there’s a plan, but anyway, that’s the closest thing I personally know to a miracle. I have one other story, but it doesn’t affect me the same way…
In time of death “Your Will be Done” is, to me, complete surrender to His Will. Every prayer, every request, should be completed with that. IMHO.
God Bless.