Your Personal Miracle Testimonies

[FatherApe]

Please share your experiences that you know involved miraculous intervention. I've got one I need to write down, then I'll post it. I'd love to hear yours.

 

[JeffreyLloyd]

When I was in a sledding accident, I hit a pole backward on my sled. My head should have hit the pole, but it never did. I actually member feeling something holding my head forward. The doctors say if I would have hit my head at the speed I was going it would have killed me.

They didn't understand how I could have miss it when my back hit right dead in the middle.

My angel was watching over me

 

[d0c markus]

Hmm... me and my friends blew a busy intersection with cross traffic going 65mph missing 2 cars at no more than 5 inches...passed right in between them one heading east one west...phew... "AHHHHHH" was yelled for like 7 seconds or so.... as we cleared the intersection we slammed the brakes skidded 20 feet with loud *screeeech* of the tires with 2 cops talking with each other in the median 30 feet away... they didnt see us.. that was a miracle we survived..


craziest moment in my life. wish i had a tape..it was just like the movies...

 

[filosofer]

I was taking insulin shots every day. However, since the week after I made the decision to go to seminary, I stopped. Have not had an insulin shot in 22 years. And all blood tests are normal.

 

[FatherApe]

When we started having children, we had 2 boys. Becky wanted a girl, so we had another child.. a girl. Then, a couple years later she thought she might be pregnant and took a test which turned out negative. That night we celebrated, and 9 months later, Walker was born.​

Following is the moment by moment story of Walker's miracle. I posted the unfolding story elsewhere as it occurred.​

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Every morning, Becky gets our 2 youngest children up and out for school. On the way out the door, she hugs each and whispers a prayer for God's blessings throughout the day.​

This morning, I was rudely awakened by Becky's frantic screams after she'd just ushered our 8 year old out the front door for the half~block walk to school.
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Moments after she closed the door, she heard screams from the street intersection on the corner. It gave her a start, but then she rationalized someone might be hollering at the kids. Just then, someone pounded on our door. That's when she ran in and got me. I threw on shorts and a shirt and ran to the door. By then, no one was there, so I went to the yard.
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Looking to the intersection, I saw several adults hovering over a prone figure on the sidewalk across the street. Without my glasses, I couldn't make out much more. I trotted to the corner, where the principal recognized me and motioned me over. Our worst fears were realized.
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Crossing the street, I recognized my youngest son at the center of attention. He was laying on his back, head propped on his backpack, and someone had covered him with a jacket. As I entered the circle and knelt at his side, I heard peripherally what had happened.
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A lady had come driving down the street, for some reason completely oblivious to the school zone. A car waiting at the cross street saw her coming, and edged into the intersection in front of her, trying to get her attention. A cop, there running a speed trap was also witness to what happened.
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The crossing guard saw her too late. Her's was the first scream Becky heard. My son's scream was second, as the car bumper kicked him airborne, up across the hood and off the windshield of the car. The concussion knocked him in the air. He flew between 10 and 15 feet and landed on his back in the street.
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Miraculously, he stood and walked 2 or 3 feet to the sidewalk, where the guard made him lie down to wait for the ambulance.
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I made it to his side about 3 minutes after the hit. The school nurse had just made it over and was checking his blood pressure and vital signs. I looked down at his angelic face, no tears, just calmly laying there. He recognized me, and was able to speak coherently. I knelt, held his hand and whispered a prayer in his ear.
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A cop asked me for some info, and gave me a copy of the report he had on the driver, name, address, insurance, etc. The policeman running the speed trap estimated the speed of the vehicle at 25-30 mph.
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Within moments, a fire truck roared up from the station down the road, followed by an ambulance. They strapped his little frame on an immobilizing stretcher and loaded him in the ambulance for a ride through rush hour traffic to the downtown emergency room.
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Becky asked me to go on into the school and tell our daughter, already in class, what had happened. While I was gone, the ambulance took my wife and son to the hospital. I withdrew Theresa from class and we hurried back home, collected the other 2 boys and headed to the hospital.
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Enroute, I called grandparents and our pastor. We sat through 10 miles of stop and go traffic. I'd ripped the hospital's entry from the yellow pages and brought it with me. Using it, I called to see if the ambulance had arrived. No record yet.
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On arrival, we wound our way through the hospital corridors and found Walker in the emergency room, still strapped immobilized in a neck brace. After a few minutes, the doctor showed up and talked with us, and with Walker. He probed and prodded, asking questions as he worked. Then, he tore loose the restraining tapes, removed the neck brace, and asked the kid if he could stand, which he did.
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We pulled his shirt over his head and found several bloody spots along his lower spine, and about a 6"x4" skid mark of abrasions below his shoulders. The doctor advised us to give him some Motrin for pain. That's was all.
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On the ride home, I called the grandparents and reported our happy news. I redialed the pastor's number and while it rang, handed the phone to our young accident victim. The answering machine must have answered. He said, "Hi, this is Walker... I'm unconscious." and hung up. His siblings cracked up while I called to leave a clarifying message. (I don't know where the kid gets that offbeat sense of humor... )
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I don't care what you say, sometimes, it's hard not to believe in miracles.
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Thanks again everyone. Life is an incredible ride ain't it?
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This afternoon, he went to the orthodontist to get his retainer re~wired where it had been bent in the wreck. The orthodontist was amazed that, with all those little pokey wires in there, not one of them cut or poked into his gums. He added that the retainer may even have helped prevent further damage in the accident.
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The story has been all over the local news about an un-named kid in a crosswalk, so he's somewhat an anonymous celebrity. This afternoon, he walked across the crosswalk by himself to go retrieve his mom from school. One of the local stations was out there filming, and he walked right in front of their cameras. Of course, they had no idea it was he.. probably came close to shooing him away.
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When she saw him, the crossing guard told him she was gonna get him an ice cream. Tonight, she stopped by to drop off a half gallon.
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Big brother walked over to the convenience store around the corner this afternoon, where the owner unexpectedly handed him a big ol' bag of candybars and other treats to bring home.
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Tonight, the pastor's wife called to check up on him, and commented that if circumstances had been just a hair different, we'd be planning a funeral instead of celebrating our blessings. I shudder to think how right she is.
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Walker's physician gave him a clean bill of health. ​

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[FatherApe]

I was taking insulin shots every day. However, since the week after I made the decision to go to seminary, I stopped. Have not had an insulin shot in 22 years. And all blood tests are normal.

Back when you first quit, did you just do so by faith? Or did your blood tests level off first?

Others, please post your own miracle experiences. I and my family have had several, but I have Christian friends who go out of their way to deny modern day miracles, claiming they died out with the Apostles.

 

[lands21]

Not as dramatic as some of the ones listed here, but here we go.

I was looking for a new church due to a number of reasons. While I was in a "Introductory Beggining to Belong" course, I felt the Holy Spirit moving me away from that church and back to my own. It was like nothing I have ever experinced before, God was right there, I could fell him. I would ask questions in my head and the answers would come before I finished asking.

I felt God's hand moving me out of that church and back to my church. It was amazing.

 

[FatherApe]

That's cool Jeff.

I had a similar, very personal experience of being infilled with a warmth and security I could not deny, in a situation where I was physically distraught and so filled with anxiety, I would have been completely unable to summon such sensations on my own.

The odd thing about most of our miracles, is that we see them as such, while a world of disbelievers can listen to the same tales and dismiss them as coincidence or misinterpretation.