Our journal prompt today is to journal about Miracles. Do you believe in them? or do you think they are pure fiction? Why? Have you ever witnessed a miracle?
What is your definition of a miracle?
Today I am going to do something I have never done before on this blog. I am going to call out a miracle call. If you have ever experienced a miracle of any kind..Please post it here. One person will be randomly picked to receive a special package of items I have put together just for you! I will pick the winner on Monday evening.
I am so looking forward to reading about your miracle.
Have a blessed day (Easter)!
Sending Love,
Susan
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I have experienced many miracles, but my favorite one is when I was about to move 1/2 way across the US, but then the deal on my house for sale fell thru at the last minute. The move was put off and a few months later an old friend who I had been trying to find for several years (who previously lived in the city I was going to be moving back to before the house sale fell thru) popped up just a town away from where I was living. We're now married and have a two year old! A miracle in my book for sure!
ReplyDeleteMy life has been filled with miracles...I have so many that tell me I really need to write a book! It is my goal as until your health is taken from you we really do not understand what we have that no amount of money can buy! My spouse was doing a Vioxx study at Rush Hospital in Chicago in November, 2003. He became infected with spinal meningitis and was told he probably would not make it! I came home on that Sunday night and googled Interthecal Pain pumps and Spinal Meningitis! Amazingly a doctor in Milan, Italy was the site I ended up with and he emailed me back with this letter...
ReplyDeletedear Madam,
yes I had such a complication. I treated the infection with antibiotic both via intravenous administration and direct injection into the pump. the patient did extremely well, she is still using the pump and has no complication. In the literature there are 2 other reports of such event, 1 in the UK and 1 in the US. They were both treated in the same way as I did with my patient.
The antibiotic has to be decided on the basis of the antibioogram.
very sincerely yours
Paolo Marchettini
Can you even imagine when I woke up the next morning to find this email from Italy! I printed it out and brought it to Rush and at first they laughed like right lady!!! Then I brought it to the pain center and they were like where did you find this? I told them an email from God! He shook his head and told me, "Yes!" They ended up calling this doctor in Milan, Italy and did what he told them to do and Kerry was the third person in the world that was saved by what this doctor had tried with a medtronic pump! Kerry is still with us and it has been a horrible nightmares of medical problems but amazingly he keeps coming back from all the medical mistakes that should have taken his life! So if today you have your health you have more than any amount of money can buy! Make sure you appreciate life as it can all be taken too soon sometimes! Happy Easter and I do believe in Miracles!!! Cheryl Brown
My miracle came the day I found out I was pregnant with Lucas. Since the Drs. assured me I would never have kids, this was the beginning of the miracles of Lucas life! When he was born, Lucas was a miracle, he brought our two families together into one, he cemented Ian and Erika as brother and sister. As he grew, he was an extraordinarily kind and patient child. At age seven, when he was diagnosed with cancer, I knew we were going to receive a miracle. Now he has been cancer free for ten years. He is my walking, talking miracle. Still just as kind and compassionate as he was as a small child! Still looking for miracles everyday! God is good, He brings us miracles of all shapes and sizes, all the time. Sometimes we just don't take the time to notice them!! Sue Rife
ReplyDeleteYes, I absolutely believe in miracles and I know they are devine interventions that can only happen by Daddy God's hand. By this point in my life I have experienced many, and have been told many times that I should write a book.
ReplyDeleteThe one I want to share here is the Miracle (called so by my doctors) that happened when I was 20 yrs old. I had already spent 7 months in a body cast and was in the middle of recovery from my 2nd major total spine surgery.
The first major surgery had been performed when I was 17 yr old (a few wks after HS graduation) and I had spent the yr following bedridden in a body cast. I'd had to learn how to walk again, and when that year was over, age 18 going on 19, I wanted to get on with my life. So, it was a devestating blow when at two yrs post-op I had to go through the whole process again.
In February 1972 I was back in the hospital and scheduled to be fitted for another body cast that would take me to the end of that 2nd yr of recovery. As a matter of routine my spine was x-rayed to make sure nothing had slipped. Surprisingly I was taken back down for more x-rays, not once, by 4 more times. On one of those additional times I asked the Tech why I was having so many x-rays. "don't know, except your doctors keep ordering more", he replyed.
I was back down in x-ray. More scans had been taken and I was waiting to be told I could go back up to my floor. The door opened and in walked Dr. Earl, Head of my medical team. I remember him telling me he had some news for me and I immediately got scared. He calmed me down by telling me it wasn't bad news. Then he said,
"I guess you've wondered why you've had to come back down here so many times. We saw something in the first x-rays and we had to do more, and we had to try all these different angles to be sure that what we were seeing was real. Brenda, honey, we can't explain it, but your spine is healed. All we can do is label it a Miracle. Your spine he healed solid and you don't have to spend any more time in another body cast!"
I remember the whole thing like it happened just yesterday! I STILL remember the feeling of awe, and incredible joy, and the tears that streamed down my face, and the big 'in total surprise' smile on my face as I left X-ray, through the line of people sitting on either side of the hall waiting to do their tests.
I got to go home a few days later, and a few weeks later, I stood in front of my church and professed the miracle of healing I had been given. Some people scoffed, as my pastor said they would, but there were others who believed in the Power of God and His intervention in miraculous ways.
Miracles are given to us, in big and small ways. We just have to believe God is in the Miracle Business, and be ready to receive.
It seems like I am like everyone else and have a lot of miracles that come to mind.
ReplyDeleteOne of my big ones is the day I relized how BIG my God was. I had prayed for years to be reunited with my Dad. He and my mom divorced when I was 3 years old. My Mom got remarried when I was 5 and my Step Dad decided he wanted to adopt me. My Dad agreed that would be the best for me instead of being passed from parent to parent. The state of CA at the time when adoptions happened closed my record until I was 18. I had no contact with him and my mother told me many lies about him in order to keep me from looking for him.
As years passed I continued to pray and heard a radio station one day, thier guests were from a group called Find People Fast. I held onto that information for years before I would actually follow through with calling them. I had really no information about my Dad, so it took quite awhile for me to find anything out, much less anything I could use. I just kept praying.
Then December of 1996 I really felt it was important time to do something. I knew it was going to be exspensive but hubby and I agreed it would be worth it. I called and it turns out they were running a special for December and it was within our budject! Within 5 minutes of taking my information they called me back, telling me they had found who they thought to be my Dad. I couldn't get enough nerve to call so I wrote a letter and sent it ons its way.
About 3 days past and I got a phone call from my mother. She had gotton a phone call from an attorney, who had been hired by my Dad to find me. Yep, at just the same time as I was looking for him, he was looking for me. It was Christmas Eve day. I remember waking up that Christmas morning, two things were differant in me.......One I knew how much my Dad loved me and that the things my Mom had told me weren't true. Two I knew how much my heavenly Father loved me. He worked it all out like a beautiful symphony. I had always known God loved me but on this day it went from my head to my heart. I understood to what lengths He would go to make me happy.
To make a long story short, i did not have a good relationship with my mother, experienced several forms of abuse and neglect. I was also given a “foster mom” who took me in during my teens ( another miracle) who taught me what it is to be a mother. The one person who always protected me as a child; my big brother died when I was 17. He taught me that biology doesn’t define who we are, and taught me what love truly mean. My brother had to grow up before his time, and did not know how to cope with the difficulties he was experiencing.
ReplyDeleteWithout a doubt, the birth of my daughter was a pure miracle. I was told years before I would not be able to conceive due to a medical condition (Endometriosis and a tilted uterus). Years prior to my pregnancy, I had a successful career in higher education, and I just came to terms with not having children. I was out of work due to a some physical issues and started developing more fatigue, along with other symptoms… Prior to seeing my doctor, doctor I did a pregnancy test, thought, “it could happen!” That day was one of the happiest days of my life and my husband’s life. To make a long story short, it was a very difficult pregnancy, I developed preeclampsia was put on bed rest in the 2nd trimester. I was admitted to the hospital at 34 weeks, and delivered my baby girl at 36 weeks. We were told I would be having a c-section, but the doctor who delivered her informed us it would be a vaginal birth. Many complications, one point they couldn’t get my baby girls heartbeat, and I lost a significant amount of blood. Plus the nurses and doctor disagreed if I was fully dilated. I know my big brother has looked out for me, on the day of my daughter’s birth and many times since his death. My daughter is definitely my little miracle baby. My daughter has been the best therapy for me, and I am thankful for her each day! Yes, she is a great example that miracles do exist!