“My Miracle” Blog #208
What does it take to change my thinking today?
In the twists and turns of every day life, what impacts me?
Do I even believe in miracles or think they are made up stories?
Over the years there have been times when I wondered, “why am I even alive?” Coming
from one senseless tragedy to another, I have questioned the real life proof of angels,
Jesus and miracles. That is until a miracle happened to me.
I will humbly share what happened on that long ago Arizona evening when my two aunts
insisted I go to a prayer service being held across town. A very controversial priest who
had broken away from the Catholic Church was conducting a “healing service for those in
need”. My aunts wanted to go because each of them suffered from a host of illnesses and
wanted to see if this service could help them. At any rate this was a short time after I had
lost my mother in a horrific crime and I still felt extremely fragile to say the least. I had not
been sleeping well ever since the tragedy and I was also drinking a lot of wine to try to
relax. That night my aunt, who managed to control most things, was talking very firmly.
She stated, “We will get there and it will be crowded but I want you just to focus on helping
your other aunt and hold her hand while I support her other side. We will all walk down to
the front of the church together.” I remember this.
My faith in anything spiritual was on a back burner. I was mad at God for what had
happened in my life and I was only in Arizona for a short visit. Tonight I came to appease
both my aunts and leave for home in the morning. When we arrived at the church, there
must have been a thousand people there! Young, middle age, sick, children and people
everywhere. Definitely people in distress and hurting. We sat down and immediately a tall,
nice looking man with a deep blue sweater began to speak. “Please come down the aisle,
no need for talking, the Holy Spirit knows your need.” With that I watched for the next hour
transfixed on this man.
I knew my aunt, the younger one, hoped for a healing for her sister who had very bad
emphysema. At last it was our turn, we walked slowly down the long aisle and I expected
this priest to lay his hand on either one of my aunts, and give them a blessing. NONE OF
THIS HAPPENED! When we stood face to face with this amazing man of the cloth, he looked
deep into my eyes. He put the sign of the cross on MY FOREHEAD and I immediately fell
over backwards! One might think, My God, did I get hurt? How could this happen? It
happened so quickly. I remember laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling and the first
thought coming to my mind.“ Jesus would have to come down from the cross every day
in order for people to believe in him. Because no one would believe this with their own
eyes unless they saw it!
The priest bent over slowly and he smiled down at me. Quietly he said: “the Holy Spirit has
just gone through you, you are whole now.” WHAT, What did he say? I thought it was for
my two aunts, not me! When we left there that night, neither of them ever said a single
word about what had happened. There was to be no discussion. Yet, I knew I was now a
changed soul. I had no desire to abuse my body with drinking ever again. My stress levels
eased and I was now seeing my life with “eyes wide open”. Something very mysterious,
heartfelt and miraculous had happened to me. There was no doubt in my mind. I
remember it like yesterday. A true miracle and that was only the beginning of a new
wonderful chapter of my life. That evening rearranged my life. No more fear of the
unknown.
My life is filled with faith, truth and forgiveness. JESUS is my solid rock to lean on when I
have any issues to deal with. HIS truth keeps me alive.
Can I find time before days end to be open and thankful in prayer?
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