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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 17, 2008 15:45:01 GMT -5
Do you believe them?
Have you heard any in your lifetime?
Have you had one happen to you?
Sorry to add.............if you don't mind sharing, please share.
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Post by jay0heavenly on Dec 17, 2008 15:50:27 GMT -5
1. Yes
2. A couple
3. Once, to me personally
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 17, 2008 16:04:46 GMT -5
Care to explain?
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 17, 2008 16:27:29 GMT -5
I really hope someone shares. I'm going thru and need an extra push.
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 18, 2008 8:37:26 GMT -5
Yes, I believe in miracles. I have heard of quite a few, and have had a few to happen to me personally.
Let me think about which of them I will share and come back.
In the meantime, stay strong and stay encouraged.
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Post by Puzzler on Dec 18, 2008 10:57:13 GMT -5
Let's see....
One day I receieved a medical bill for $20,000 (for my surgery), and I thought my insurance was going to pay it. Well the first lady I talked too (hospital customer service) said that the claim was denied, and that I need to make payment arrangements, because if I fail to pay the balance within 90 days it goes into collections. So I prayed on it, and call the insurance company the lady was like...I can't find your claim...I will call you back. So I called the hospital back to find out if I can resubmit the claim, and their line was busy. So I went to sleep, so later on the phone rang and it was the hospital saying that the claim was paid, but the computer system was down, and they couldn't verify. So she told me to disregard the letter. YAY!!!!! Then the phone rang again, and it was the insurance company telling me that I should be recieving a check for $2,000 for over payment in premiums!!! YAY!!!!!
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 18, 2008 18:05:44 GMT -5
Bless God!
That's what I'M talking about!
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Post by BrnSuga on Dec 18, 2008 22:04:24 GMT -5
Let's see.... One day I receieved a medical bill for $20,000 (for my surgery), and I thought my insurance was going to pay it. Well the first lady I talked too (hospital customer service) said that the claim was denied, and that I need to make payment arrangements, because if I fail to pay the balance within 90 days it goes into collections. So I prayed on it, and call the insurance company the lady was like...I can't find your claim...I will call you back. So I called the hospital back to find out if I can resubmit the claim, and their line was busy. So I went to sleep, so later on the phone rang and it was the hospital saying that the claim was paid, but the computer system was down, and they couldn't verify. So she told me to disregard the letter. YAY!!!!! Then the phone rang again, and it was the insurance company telling me that I should be recieving a check for $2,000 for over payment in premiums!!! YAY!!!!! |
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 19, 2008 10:00:15 GMT -5
My oldest son was born prematurely and via cesearean section. He was born at 28 weeks, so of course his lungs were not fully developed, etc. The fact that he is alive, healthy, and ranked among the top students in his class is a miracle in itself, but it is not the miracle I am going to share.
My OB/GYN, as a result of the c-section, had an opportunity to get a really good look at what was going on with me internally. He did not advise that I ever have any more children. My uterus was in such poor condition that he doubted that I would conceive and, if I did, he didn't believe I would ever carry a child full-term without bed rest for an extended period. About nine years later, I got pregnant again. By this time, my age and my past history with premature delivery made me an extremely high risk. I was referred to a maternal-fetal specialist, who proceeded to tell me everything that was wrong with my ultrasound and painted a very grim picture for me. My husband and I prayed and put the situation in God's hands. A few weeks later, when I returned to the specialist, the things that he previously saw on the ultrasound, he could not see. The picture was completely different. Not only that, I carried my son full-term and worked full-time until the day before my scheduled c-section. The doctors in the practice, from which I was receiving my care, were amazed. None of them thought it possible. With God, all things are possible.
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 19, 2008 10:58:02 GMT -5
Another miracle...
I needed a new car. I was looking for a particular car and I told my husband that I wanted it for a certain price. He laughed at me and said I would never find that car at that price. I told him "With God all things are possible." He couldn't help but agree.
About a year passed and my old car began to be in need of major repairs. The repair costs were much more than I wanted to invest in it. That very weekend, my husband found the car I wanted advertised at the price I wanted. When we went to test drive the car, which was being sold by a small, independent dealer, he shared with us that he bought the car out of state at an auction. He went to the auction, looking for something else, and saw the car. He bid on it and bought it at a price that was low enough that there was some discussion about whether or not they would let him have it at that price. His associate, travelling with him, wanted to know why he bought the car, when that is not what he was looking for. He didn't know, but I did.
The car was barely used, still under manufacturer's warranty, and had very low miles. Its value was much greater than I paid for it. It was kind of scary in a way. I kept thinking there must be something wrong with it. Then again, that's just like some of us. We ask God for things and are then surpised when he answers!
(Makes me wonder if I should have asked God for an even lower price! lol)
That is why I am the way I am about God and His Word. He's never failed me. My trust in Him works so well that I don't need to look any further.
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 19, 2008 12:40:44 GMT -5
Thank you so much HF!
You have truly touched me in a way you don't even know possible. God Bless you abundantly!
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 19, 2008 14:08:33 GMT -5
I'm glad I could share something to help.
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Post by Chal™ on Dec 19, 2008 21:59:50 GMT -5
if i may...
my great grandmother suffered 4 strokes within a 3 week period. the last one put her in a coma. Doctor says chances of her waking up are slim to none. she woke up four days later. Docter says she'll talk with a slur. She speaks better than I do. He said her left arm will be useless. She's picking greens for Christmas dinner right now. He said she won't walk again. Let the phone ring and try to beat her to it.
I've always heard the saying "when the doctor says no.....
but now, I've seen it firsthand
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 20, 2008 8:43:19 GMT -5
if i may... my great grandmother suffered 4 strokes within a 3 week period. the last one put her in a coma. Doctor says chances of her waking up are slim to none. she woke up four days later. Docter says she'll talk with a slur. She speaks better than I do. He said her left arm will be useless. She's picking greens for Christmas dinner right now. He said she won't walk again. Let the phone ring and try to beat her to it. I've always heard the saying "when the doctor says no..... but now, I've seen it firsthand Amen! Isn't God wonderful? |
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Post by DamieQue™ on Dec 20, 2008 14:58:05 GMT -5
Miracles can happen...
...and sometimes you can be a part of it.
Once it snowed in Maryland like 2 1/2 feet and I didn't have a snow shovel so I had to walk 5 miles (round trip) in the snow to Walmart (took all day). I swore if I ever saw someone walking on the side of the road in the future I would give them a ride.
One day I'm coming home from the gym and I see a dude walking and I start to stop and I hear these words, "no, not this one". Since I didn't really want to stop, I figured that was just me talking myself out of what I had already promised to do - so it bothered me - but where I was in traffic I couldn't... so I started to go back around and go through a nearby neighborhood and when I did I saw a girl dragging a garbage bag and holding something else...
...I slowed down as I passed her and when she saw my brake lights she waved desperately at me. And so I thought, "okay maybe that's why I missed the first dude."
When I stopped and asked if she was alright she just started saying, "oh thank God thank God - please help me sir I need a ride". She had gotten into it with some dude that lived in the neighborhood and had gotten kicked out of the house, with all her clothes, her baby's clothes, and her baby.
AND IT WAS FREEZING outside.
I asked her where she needed to go (and keep in mind I was in the Columbia, MD at the time) she said she needed to get to Southeast D.C. (for those of y'all in the erria - you realize how ridiculous it is when you consider she was trying to go on foot carrying her baby in one arm, and a garbage bag full of clothes in the other, walking in the freezing cold, and had no money - she wouldn't have made it)
To top it off - I could smell alcohol all over her breath and coming out of her pores - that baby she was carrying with her was in a world of trouble when you think about all this. I got the mother and the baby all the way down to D.C. but along the drive down she had the nerve to ask me to stop at a bar so she could get a drink *rolls eyes* She also asked me to drop her off a block away from the house so that people didn't know how she made it back *rolls eyes again*. In the end, all I cared about was that the child made it some place to live safely.
God was looking out for that baby - cause the baby had EVERYTHING working against her, and yet somehow made it back to DC safely.
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Post by LogAKAlly <3'n Keef on Dec 20, 2008 15:03:40 GMT -5
Miracles can happen...
...and sometimes you can be a part of it.
Once it snowed in Maryland like 2 1/2 feet and I didn't have a snow shovel so I had to walk 5 miles (round trip) in the snow to Walmart (took all day). I swore if I ever saw someone walking on the side of the road in the future I would give them a ride.
One day I'm coming home from the gym and I see a dude walking and I start to stop and I hear these words, "no, not this one". Since I didn't really want to stop, I figured that was just me talking myself out of what I had already promised to do - so it bothered me - but where I was in traffic I couldn't... so I started to go back around and go through a nearby neighborhood and when I did I saw a girl dragging a garbage bag and holding something else...
...I slowed down as I passed her and when she saw my brake lights she waved desperately at me. And so I thought, "okay maybe that's why I missed the first dude."
When I stopped and asked if she was alright she just started saying, "oh thank God thank God - please help me sir I need a ride". She had gotten into it with some dude that lived in the neighborhood and had gotten kicked out of the house, with all her clothes, her baby's clothes, and her baby.
AND IT WAS FREEZING outside.
I asked her where she needed to go (and keep in mind I was in the Columbia, MD at the time) she said she needed to get to Southeast D.C. (for those of y'all in the erria - you realize how ridiculous it is when you consider she was trying to go on foot carrying her baby in one arm, and a garbage bag full of clothes in the other, walking in the freezing cold, and had no money - she wouldn't have made it)
To top it off - I could smell alcohol all over her breath and coming out of her pores - that baby she was carrying with her was in a world of trouble when you think about all this. I got the mother and the baby all the way down to D.C. but along the drive down she had the nerve to ask me to stop at a bar so she could get a drink *rolls eyes* She also asked me to drop her off a block away from the house so that people didn't know how she made it back *rolls eyes again*. In the end, all I cared about was that the child made it some place to live safely.
God was looking out for that baby - cause the baby had EVERYTHING working against her, and yet somehow made it back to DC safely.   |
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Post by DamieQue™ on Dec 20, 2008 15:06:15 GMT -5
What's important Pika is that God looked out for that baby. He's got plans for her. And if He does, He is STILL watching out for her. 
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 20, 2008 15:14:31 GMT -5
You were a blessing to that baby. Who knows what would have happened had you not turned around.
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Post by DamieQue™ on Dec 20, 2008 15:17:41 GMT -5
I'm glad I listened to that inner voice. Because I really was gonna stop for that first dude, and it didn't make sense not to and I was feeling guilty for not doing it - yet I KNEW it was what I was supposed to be doing.
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Post by LogAKAlly <3'n Keef on Dec 20, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
What's important Pika is that God looked out for that baby. He's got plans for her. And if He does, He is STILL watching out for her. Is it just me or do you feel BLESSED to have BEEN the person God chose forthat?? AND YES MIRACLES DO HAPPEN - I just kissed a sleeping lil Mriacle on the forehead. ;D You know what...this is inspiring me to do another thread! |
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 20, 2008 15:24:59 GMT -5
I'm glad I listened to that inner voice. Because I really was gonna stop for that first dude, and it didn't make sense not to and I was feeling guilty for not doing it - yet I KNEW it was what I was supposed to be doing. Yup. Like for some reason you knew that it wasn't the right person and the right person was coming along. It's an awesome feeling. @ Loggie: Yes it IS an awesome feeling to know that you were chosen to be apart of that blessing without even knowing it, that within itself IS a blessing! |
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 20, 2008 17:45:16 GMT -5
Miracles can happen... ...and sometimes you can be a part of it. Amen to that! |
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 20, 2008 17:46:45 GMT -5
What's important Pika is that God looked out for that baby. He's got plans for her. And if He does, He is STILL watching out for her. Is it just me or do you feel BLESSED to have BEEN the person God chose forthat?? Yes, indeed! |
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Post by Chal™ on Dec 22, 2008 18:48:27 GMT -5
God is definitely good. He's pull me out of so many situations I'd be typing all day if i tried to tell it all. Ain't it GRAND to know that we are love despite, regardless of, and even though we aren't all living as we should? Isn't it WONDERFUL to know that there is SOMEONE who loves us unconditionally even though many of us don't show our love for HIM? Is it not AMAZING that someone would make the ULTIMATE sacrifice just so we would have the chance to meet HIM someday face to face? It is so sweet to know that no matter what you may be going throug, He'll take care of that problem for you.
My gran always said that the same problem you got hovering over your head is under His feet.
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Post by huey on Dec 23, 2008 12:04:44 GMT -5
On January 1st of this year i went to go feed my dog and change her sheets in her doghouse when i noticed she could barely walk and was very skinny. When i looked into her dog house i noticed all her food i been giving her for past week she was hiding inside and it was rotting. She could barely walk so i picked my best friend up and ran frantically into the house and told my mother. We tried to feed her but she wouldn't eat. My mom wanted to take her to vet the following day but i begged to take her the emergency vet. The ride to the vet was longest 30 mins of my life holding my dog in that backseat. We was looking straight into each others eyes and it looked like she was crying. It felt that i failed her as her owner and friend. We went to the ER they said she had severe kidney failure and 20% chance of living. They asked if they wanted us to put her down or to wait a day to see how things go. We decided to let them run more tests and do their best to save her.
I prayed and prayed that night not to take her away from me. I put so much faith in God that i tried not to worry about it. I said it was in God's hands and he will take care of it and not let her die.
At work next morning my mom called me and told me my dog passed.
So no I don't believe in miracles or prayer or anything.
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Post by chatterbox on Dec 23, 2008 12:27:31 GMT -5
OH NO HUEY!!!!!!! Im so sorry for your loss! Im so sorry you feel that way about prayer and God's phenomenal ability to answer prayer. Its ok though. He is working on you. |
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Post by Mrs. Eyes on Dec 23, 2008 12:47:11 GMT -5
On January 1st of this year i went to go feed my dog and change her sheets in her doghouse when i noticed she could barely walk and was very skinny. When i looked into her dog house i noticed all her food i been giving her for past week she was hiding inside and it was rotting. She could barely walk so i picked my best friend up and ran frantically into the house and told my mother. We tried to feed her but she wouldn't eat. My mom wanted to take her to vet the following day but i begged to take her the emergency vet. The ride to the vet was longest 30 mins of my life holding my dog in that backseat. We was looking straight into each others eyes and it looked like she was crying. It felt that i failed her as her owner and friend. We went to the ER they said she had severe kidney failure and 20% chance of living. They asked if they wanted us to put her down or to wait a day to see how things go. We decided to let them run more tests and do their best to save her. I prayed and prayed that night not to take her away from me. I put so much faith in God that i tried not to worry about it. I said it was in God's hands and he will take care of it and not let her die. At work next morning my mom called me and told me my dog passed. So no I don't believe in miracles or prayer or anything. I'm so sorry that you feel that way huey. I know that this might come as a chock to you, but maybe it was your dog's time to go. When it is any loved one's time, it is just their time. I want to share mine. Two weeks ago, I found a lump in my right breast. Those who know me personally know how serious this is because cancer runs deep in my family. Two cousins died last year and my mother survived both throat AND breast cancer. I prayed on it, and prayed on it, then put it in God's hands. This past Sunday at church, I went to the alter for prayer, because there are other things in my life that I was sick and tired of being sick and tired and tired of being sick of it. My pastor prayed for me and with me. Then she touched my breast. I INSTANTLY fell to my knees. It felt like someone was pulling something out of my chest. I cried like never before, I cried because it didn't hurt, but in my heart and soul I knew something miraculous had just happened. And it did. The lump that was in my breast, that lump that was causing me worry and fear, that lump in which I decided that would no LONGER keep me bound................................. was GONE. I have never cried like I cried this Sunday. I cried out THANK YOU JESUS! Because that lump was gone! My faith and trust in Him has grown stronger like never before. |
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Post by chatterbox on Dec 23, 2008 12:49:10 GMT -5
*hugs*
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Post by No Screen Name on Dec 23, 2008 12:51:00 GMT -5
On January 1st of this year i went to go feed my dog and change her sheets in her doghouse when i noticed she could barely walk and was very skinny. When i looked into her dog house i noticed all her food i been giving her for past week she was hiding inside and it was rotting. She could barely walk so i picked my best friend up and ran frantically into the house and told my mother. We tried to feed her but she wouldn't eat. My mom wanted to take her to vet the following day but i begged to take her the emergency vet. The ride to the vet was longest 30 mins of my life holding my dog in that backseat. We was looking straight into each others eyes and it looked like she was crying. It felt that i failed her as her owner and friend. We went to the ER they said she had severe kidney failure and 20% chance of living. They asked if they wanted us to put her down or to wait a day to see how things go. We decided to let them run more tests and do their best to save her. I prayed and prayed that night not to take her away from me. I put so much faith in God that i tried not to worry about it. I said it was in God's hands and he will take care of it and not let her die. At work next morning my mom called me and told me my dog passed. So no I don't believe in miracles or prayer or anything. Nearly the EXACT same thing happened to me and my dog/best friend about seven years ago. I can't even talk about it much, because I get emotional.  But I still believe in miracles and prayer, and I have had several happen to me personally. |
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Post by Highly Favored on Dec 25, 2008 20:45:08 GMT -5
On January 1st of this year i went to go feed my dog and change her sheets in her doghouse when i noticed she could barely walk and was very skinny. When i looked into her dog house i noticed all her food i been giving her for past week she was hiding inside and it was rotting. She could barely walk so i picked my best friend up and ran frantically into the house and told my mother. We tried to feed her but she wouldn't eat. My mom wanted to take her to vet the following day but i begged to take her the emergency vet. The ride to the vet was longest 30 mins of my life holding my dog in that backseat. We was looking straight into each others eyes and it looked like she was crying. It felt that i failed her as her owner and friend. We went to the ER they said she had severe kidney failure and 20% chance of living. They asked if they wanted us to put her down or to wait a day to see how things go. We decided to let them run more tests and do their best to save her. I prayed and prayed that night not to take her away from me. I put so much faith in God that i tried not to worry about it. I said it was in God's hands and he will take care of it and not let her die. At work next morning my mom called me and told me my dog passed. So no I don't believe in miracles or prayer or anything. I'm so sorry that you feel that way huey. I know that this might come as a chock to you, but maybe it was your dog's time to go. When it is any loved one's time, it is just their time. I want to share mine. Two weeks ago, I found a lump in my right breast. Those who know me personally know how serious this is because cancer runs deep in my family. Two cousins died last year and my mother survived both throat AND breast cancer. I prayed on it, and prayed on it, then put it in God's hands. This past Sunday at church, I went to the alter for prayer, because there are other things in my life that I was sick and tired of being sick and tired and tired of being sick of it. My pastor prayed for me and with me. Then she touched my breast. I INSTANTLY fell to my knees. It felt like someone was pulling something out of my chest. I cried like never before, I cried because it didn't hurt, but in my heart and soul I knew something miraculous had just happened. And it did. The lump that was in my breast, that lump that was causing me worry and fear, that lump in which I decided that would no LONGER keep me bound................................. was GONE. I have never cried like I cried this Sunday. I cried out THANK YOU JESUS! Because that lump was gone! My faith and trust in Him has grown stronger like never before. HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for you! Keep trusting in Him. |
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But I still believe in miracles and prayer, and I have had several happen to me personally. 