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<blockquote data-quote="Darrin" data-source="post: 64032964" data-attributes="member: 336858"><p>November 6, 2011</p><p> </p><p>Sheila is writing the details of a story that someone recounted to her on the phone. While Im waiting, I would like to take a moment to brag about something that happened to her yesterday.</p><p> </p><p>Sheila is a gifted artist. The whole time weve been married, Ive watched her free-hand and color one picture after another. I just asked her, and she says she probably has fifty or so that shes kept. Im no art critic, but some of them are very good. She even entered a picture in a local art exhibition a couple of weeks ago. It was the first time she had ever entered her art in a show and she didnt expect to win anything.</p><p> </p><p>The art was being judged by the public. Yesterday was the last day of the exhibition, so Sheila said that she had to go find out if she won. She said, I hope I dont run out of gas. The truck is empty and we are broke. She added, At this point, Im hoping to win just so we will have some gas money.</p><p> </p><p>When she went downtown to the exhibit, the first person she saw was a long-time friend. The lady asked how she was doing, and Sheila said, Well, right now I need a miracle. Im really hoping I win.</p><p> </p><p>Sheila got her miracle. Third place, twenty-five dollar prize. I hate that we had to put it in the gas tank, but the point is, we needed help and God was there. Also, the owner of the business that provided the location for the art exhibit said that Sheila can put her art up for sale in his store anytime. He was very impressed and didnt even want a commission. I feel that a door was opened for her. Who knows what it might lead to. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Here is another miracle story, as told by my wife-</p><p> </p><p><em>A few days ago, we received a phone call from Mrs. Mary Jobe. She goes to Grace Bible Church. I believe she saw our flyer in the church bulletin. </em></p><p> </p><p><em>She said she was in a car accident about Forty years ago. Mrs Jobe is 92 now. The accident happened on her way from California to New Mexico. She and her husband were moving there. She had her two dogs in the car, a large piece of marble, and some parts to a grandfather clock.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>Mrs. Jobe fell asleep at the wheel, ran off the road and flipped the car. The roof was crushed all the way in. Her husband was following her and saw the wreck. He ran up to the car, trying to figure out how he was going to get his dead wife out of the car (this was what Mrs. Jobe said to me). </em></p><p> </p><p><em>All the windows were broken in the car. The slab of marble got wedged under the seat. If it had not, she would have been crushed by it. </em></p><p> </p><p><em>Her dogs also survived. The Santa Fe Police Ranger told Mrs. Jobe that she would have died if she had been wearing her seat belt. As it was, her only injury was a small abrasion on her little finger.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>Mrs. Jobe didnt die. She is still here. Ninety-two years old. At first, she told me that she wasnt sure if this experience was a miracle. I said it was God who had saved her life. She agreed and said that, miracle or not, forty years later and she will never forget this story and how God saved her life. Amen.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>As Im typing this story, Im recalling a little incident I witnessed a week ago. I was on my way to work. In front of me was a tanker truck hauling liquefied petroleum. I was probably two car lengths behind, following him. As I watched, he drifted that big truck up onto the curb going fifty mph. The minute his passenger tires hit the curb, the truck bounced up almost on two wheels (well, more than two, but you know what I mean) and he began to lose control. I had just enough time to think, That truck is going to wreck right in front of me and theres no way I can stop in time.</p><p> </p><p>Almost as if God reached down and said Easy there, big fella, the driver miraculously regained control and all was fine. Like Mrs. Jobe, I dont know if that was a miracle or not; but I can tell you that from my perspective, there was no way that truck wasnt going to crash and yet it didnt crash.</p><p> </p><p>I hope the other driver thanked Him, too.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Darrin, post: 64032964, member: 336858"] November 6, 2011 Sheila is writing the details of a story that someone recounted to her on the phone. While Im waiting, I would like to take a moment to brag about something that happened to her yesterday. Sheila is a gifted artist. The whole time weve been married, Ive watched her free-hand and color one picture after another. I just asked her, and she says she probably has fifty or so that shes kept. Im no art critic, but some of them are very good. She even entered a picture in a local art exhibition a couple of weeks ago. It was the first time she had ever entered her art in a show and she didnt expect to win anything. The art was being judged by the public. Yesterday was the last day of the exhibition, so Sheila said that she had to go find out if she won. She said, I hope I dont run out of gas. The truck is empty and we are broke. She added, At this point, Im hoping to win just so we will have some gas money. When she went downtown to the exhibit, the first person she saw was a long-time friend. The lady asked how she was doing, and Sheila said, Well, right now I need a miracle. Im really hoping I win. Sheila got her miracle. Third place, twenty-five dollar prize. I hate that we had to put it in the gas tank, but the point is, we needed help and God was there. Also, the owner of the business that provided the location for the art exhibit said that Sheila can put her art up for sale in his store anytime. He was very impressed and didnt even want a commission. I feel that a door was opened for her. Who knows what it might lead to. Here is another miracle story, as told by my wife- [I]A few days ago, we received a phone call from Mrs. Mary Jobe. She goes to Grace Bible Church. I believe she saw our flyer in the church bulletin. [/I] [I]She said she was in a car accident about Forty years ago. Mrs Jobe is 92 now. The accident happened on her way from California to New Mexico. She and her husband were moving there. She had her two dogs in the car, a large piece of marble, and some parts to a grandfather clock.[/I] [I]Mrs. Jobe fell asleep at the wheel, ran off the road and flipped the car. The roof was crushed all the way in. Her husband was following her and saw the wreck. He ran up to the car, trying to figure out how he was going to get his dead wife out of the car (this was what Mrs. Jobe said to me). [/I] [I]All the windows were broken in the car. The slab of marble got wedged under the seat. If it had not, she would have been crushed by it. [/I] [I]Her dogs also survived. The Santa Fe Police Ranger told Mrs. Jobe that she would have died if she had been wearing her seat belt. As it was, her only injury was a small abrasion on her little finger.[/I] [I]Mrs. Jobe didnt die. She is still here. Ninety-two years old. At first, she told me that she wasnt sure if this experience was a miracle. I said it was God who had saved her life. She agreed and said that, miracle or not, forty years later and she will never forget this story and how God saved her life. Amen.[/I] As Im typing this story, Im recalling a little incident I witnessed a week ago. I was on my way to work. In front of me was a tanker truck hauling liquefied petroleum. I was probably two car lengths behind, following him. As I watched, he drifted that big truck up onto the curb going fifty mph. The minute his passenger tires hit the curb, the truck bounced up almost on two wheels (well, more than two, but you know what I mean) and he began to lose control. I had just enough time to think, That truck is going to wreck right in front of me and theres no way I can stop in time. Almost as if God reached down and said Easy there, big fella, the driver miraculously regained control and all was fine. Like Mrs. Jobe, I dont know if that was a miracle or not; but I can tell you that from my perspective, there was no way that truck wasnt going to crash and yet it didnt crash. I hope the other driver thanked Him, too. [/QUOTE]
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