I've been blessed with many miracles from God in my life and I may create my own post for them, but here's my favorite one--
When I was fourteen, I was having a really tough year. I just quit middle school and went back to home-schooling after it turned out to be too stressful (public school after 13 years without public school is hard, lol). I was feeling bad for myself for not being "cool" or fitting in, and obviously wasn't very focused on God. On Easter, I went to a Greek Orthodox service with my dad and sister. One tradition the Church has is to bring a candle stick, and during the service, the whole church congregation lights their candle stick one by one in a chain (originating from the Paschal Candle at the altar) until the entire church is lit up. It's a beautiful service. The priest mentioned in his sermon that it's important to keep the candle lit for as long as you can, so I took this very literally and tried to keep mine lit all night. When I got home, I put my candle into a terra cotta pot on my desk and went to sleep (I still can't figure out today why I thought that was a good idea, but I have a lot of moments like that so..). I woke up in the middle of the night to my desk completely up in flames. Instead of doing the smart thing and running outside, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed cereal bowls and filled them up with water. With those, I put out the fire (after about 2 trips to the sink). My mom ran downstairs and freaked out, opened all the windows to get the smoke out, and was yelling at me the whole time. I was pretty annoyed at her for not being more concerned about me (even though she was, but I just wanted more pity) and went back to sleep. The next day, as she was helping me clean my room, she pointed out the area above my desk where my icon of Saint Marina, my patron saint, hung. My entire room was covered in grey/black smoke, but my icon was untouched. This is a wooden icon, mind you... it was sealed in the front a little bit but the back was completely unsealed, but it was hanging there directly above my desk where the fire was as if nothing had happened. After she pointed that out to me, I remembered that I hadn't felt any heat from the flames, either. And if I hadn't put out the fire, the house would've gone up in flames from the basement up-- the rest of my family lives on the second floor. I consider it a miracle from God that He had me put them out without being harmed at all. It was pretty awesome.
also God gave me understanding of what Jesus did for me and the world on cross in 2009
