Hello,


I am in need of a super natural miracle, I believe God is a miracle worker and through his son Jesus Christ we a conquerors. I need to work on my faith, and study the word of God, this is where I lack in my life.


My question is, is there anyone out there who have been blessed in the nick of time who can share with be how God blessed them?


Thank you,
Philly

God has blessed me in so many ways. He made me, He gave me life and He blessed me with a family that I love dearly. He saved my son's life when he was a toddler, and when he was a teen (and many times in between and after). He saved my mother from colon cancer, she had it 24 years ago. He saved me from ovarian and uterine cancer. The doctor thought when he operated that he would end up just closing me up and sending me home to die, God had other ideas, and I praise Him and thank Him for all He has done in my life.
I believe He saved me (spiritually and physically) for the purpose of telling others what God did in my life and what He can do in there's. This is not to say that everyone can be healed, God has a purpose for all of us and only He knows what that purpose is. Whether
It is in living or in dying we have a purpose. God can do all kinds of things in our lives if we will just ask Him. Ask in faith and He will answer. It may not be the answer we want but it will be the best answer for us, God knows what is best for us. Having cancer was not what I wanted but God worked through the cancer to bring my family even closer together and to bring us, and especially me, closer to Him. I am so grateful for the fact that He gave me another chance to do the right thing with my life. I believe that the right thing for me to do is to tell others about Jesus our Lord and how they can be saved.
Confess Christ as the Son of God, Repent of our sins, Be baptized (immersed in water) into Jesus Christ, and remain faithful until death.

Less than a year ago I was in pretty sad financial straits, in dire need of $500.00 ASAP and knew I did not have the savings nor the ability to raise that amount in less than 24 hours. I never told anyone but I prayed about how to meet that need, asked for the Lord's hand in this, as my hand could never do it. That was at 5 p.m. one night. Less than three hours later an envelope gets pushed under my door - no writing on the envelope. I opened the envelope and there were 5 $100 dollar bills. I was able to get my truck fixed and replace the bad tires and buy groceries.

No one, not one single person, could ever have known about my need. But the Lord knew and placed this on their heart. I call that a miracle. Thank you Lord.

I could write a book on the ones I have seen and have happened.

I can remember once time, we were in the hospital, a young boy was admitted for rocky mountain spotted fever, the church elders were called in, and as we prayed, the spots went away. The boy was checked again, and released before the day was over cured.

I was praying for a new job, before I said amen, the phone rang with a job offer

There have been countless times when there was no way to pay certain bills, but a check for this, or some money from here or there would show up.

A bullet went right for me, it hit the book I was holding and stopped in the book before hitting me.

I hit a dear last November, going 75 mph [ speed limit 70 ] at 930pm.
Instantly knocked out both front lights. It was on a mild left curve. The back came loose and I countersteered to the right, but still went into the median and hit a guardrail. I careened right back onto the highway, and not being able to see and with the car slowing, I managed to hit graze the outside guardrail guiding the car onto the shoulder.

It happened in seconds probably over 300- 400 feet. Car was totalled. I was not hurt. Thank God.

If the median guardrail was not there, and on this highway there generally was not, I could have went into oncoming traffic without lights. If, upon getting back on the highway, someone; whether another car, truck or tractor trailer; was behind me or coming up on me they would have hit me.

In this area around this time of year deer collisions are common and unfortunantly so are fatalities. I know God was protecting, and I am thankful.

Every good thing happens in your daily life is a miracle. Pray for more and you will get more.
Sometimes you will get things that you wanted but didn't pray for it, but when u receive what u wanted. Say thanks to Jesus.

G'day ; A supernatural miracle!!

I'd like to tell you about the greatest miracle of all enernity, it started in a garden, a long long time ago, with a promise made to a rebelious man and his wife, it was consummated in a grave yard just outside of a town in the middle east, when a man rose from the dead and is fulfilled in His children until His return. In the light of this miracle all else pails into insignifcance, death has no sting, the grave has no victory.
Blessed are we who dwell in the house of the Lord and sit in heavenly places in JESUS CHRIST. Amen.
Blessings miykle

There have been many, but I'll tell this one for now and tell another one or two later.

February 1995: I'm leaving my office at about 8:00pm. A cold front had just rolled through, and the rain was slowly starting to turn to sleet. Here in West Texas that's a pretty frequent phenomenon in the winter. I get in my pickup to go have dinner with a friend of mine. As I'm traveling, I'm being careful—the roads aren't slick yet, but I know it's just a matter of time. I have to debate with myself on whether to take the freeway, which has less traffic but more overpasses or the main roads, which have more traffic but no overpasses. (Those who live in areas with winter weather know that the overpasses/bridges are the first to freeze). I elect the freeway.

I'm climbing up a shallow overpass, doing no more than 35mph. When I crest the top, I see an accident at the bottom of the overpass. “No sweat,” says I. “I'll just veer to the right and cruise right by them,” since there was two whole open lanes on the right side. I turned my wheel ever so slightly to the right and very lightly tapped my brakes. That was all it took. The pickup spun to the right and I'm now heading down the overpass with my driver's side door leading. Frantically trying every trick in the book—from the stuff way back in driver's ed to the tactics told to me by other drivers—and nothing's working. I see that I'm about to collide with one of the vehicles, and there's nothing I can do.

My door, the driver's side door, hit the right rear corner of a full-size Dodge delivery van. From this point until the ambulance ride, I have no idea of what happened. A police friend of mine was already there working the original accident, and he filled me in. He estimated that I picked up speed and was doing about 45mph when I hit. I hit the van and bounced off into the concrete guardrail thing, where I slid along it for a while. This generated sparks which ignited the gasoline from my ruptured fuel tank (how that happened we're not real sure). So the passenger side is wedged against a concrete guard rail, and the drivers side door is crumpled and jammed shut, and my pickup is on fire. Luckily, the fire department was already en route to the original accident, and arrived almost immediately. They used the jaws of life to free me from the pickup while others were keeping the flames at bay as best they could. They hauled me out and stuffed me into an ambulance.

So I'm in the ambulance and looking around. I've never been in one before, so part of me is kind of curious. I look to my left, and lying there on a stretcher beside me was a middle-aged slender African American lady with her hair tied back in sort of a school marm-type bun. She's smiling at me. I ask her if she's OK, and she says, “Yes, baby. I'm just fine.” I ask who else is hurt. “No one else is hurt, child, and you're going to be OK, too.” Just smiled and talked. I pass out again (if I was ever really conscious). I vaguely remember the EMT pestering me about phone numbers, so I listed every phone number I could remember. Turns out I gave him old phone numbers from my times in California, Florida, and Tennessee, so he had hell figuring out what was what.

Next thing I know I'm in the ER, and docs and nurses are going nuts. I look at the floor (best I could) and there's blood everywhere. I hear them saying stuff about major head trauma, shattered left elbow, glass everywhere, prep for surgery—none of it making me feel very good.

They shove me into an MRI or CAT scan machine of some sort, and I sort of have flashbacks to a POW training school I had to go through back in the day, and freak out. The kindest nurse I've ever met crawled in there as much as she could and held my hand and talked soothingly to me until they were done. I'd still like to thank her for that.

Turns out the concussion was pretty bad, but nothing that surgery would help. The left elbow that they were sure was shattered and needed repairing was OK, just huge gashes in it and it took some time to get all the glass out. Long story short, I walked out of the ER under my own power at 3am, to the amazement of the staff. When my soon-to-be wife got there (about 10pm) it was easy for her to tell where I was—she just followed the blood trail.

On my way out, I saw an ambulance crew there. Apparently they had a very busy night. I stopped to speak with them, and they were in fact the same two guys that had brought me in. I asked about the lady who I rode in with, and they just kind of looked at each other, then one said, “Sir, you rode in alone.” I said that was impossible, that I had talked to her, and I described her to them, insisting she was in the stretcher beside me. The guy said, “These ain't M*A*S*H ambulances—they only carry one patient.” They took me to the ambulance and opened the door to show me.

I can only conclude that the lady was in fact an angel sent to offer me comfort. At that time, I was not a devoted Christian. I knew about God, but I hadn't given my life over to Him. I think this was one more in a long list of “attention-getters” that He was sending my way.

We ( Children of God) are His forever, even before He is ours we are His;

We are born not of the will of the flesh nor of the will of men but of God;

Out of Egypt He calls His sons and daughters

Blessed are they who dwell in the house of the Lord.

Blessings Miykle

I know that miracles occur everyday and we don't recognize them as such. I have had three ( that I did recognize) not major but miraculous none the lest. WhenI was 11 yo I had a bike accident and my spleen was badly damaged. I had had all the tests done and it was determined that it should be removed. That evening I was given a blessing in which was said that I would be healed. The next morning before surgery the DR requested that one more x ray be done to be sure that surgery was necessary. The spleen was healed!

Two times I have been saved from car accidents. I am always in a hurry and generally go as soon as the light turns green. I was sitting at a red light in a busy intersection when the light turned green. This day was like the others and I prepared to quickly pull out when I heard a voice telling me to stop. I did, and a car came through the red light.

The other was a time when I had planned to take my two children to visit my grandmother. We kept our keys in the same place on the kitchen counter but when we were ready to leave I wasn't able to find them. I looked and looked fearful that the toddler may have thrown them in the trash can. I became frustrated after some time looking when my 4 yo suggested that we pray that we might find the keys. We did and she got up from her knees and went to the cushion on the couch and found the keys. Now that is not really a miracle but as we left and traveled down a dangerous part of the road we came upon a collision in which a number of people had been killed and injured. I found out that the accident occurred at the time we would have been on that stretch of the road had we not have displaced those keys. I thank Heavenly Father daily for the miracles in my life. Most of which I never recognize.

I was driving with my family sometime during the 60's in a '58 Plymouth. We were headed to Austin, Texas from the Rio Grande valley. Much of that road is through open country with little traffic. We were traveling at the speed limit of 70 (at least!) and were coming up behind a pickup truck. There were no houses or businesses anywher near us, the road ahead was straight 2 lane with no oncoming traffic, so I started to move to the left lane to pass. Just then, it was not an audible voice, but I heard "he's going to turn left". It was so clear that I immediately applied the brakes and moved back into my own lane. Just as I got to my lane, the driver of the pickup, with no signal of any kind turned left into a path into a pasture. Had I continued my passing maneuver, I would have hit him broadside at high speed. There would likely have been fatalities. God does indeed watch over His children. (And sometimes those who will eventually become His children.)