Category : Stories

Sub Category : Science Fiction

The first time I ever recognized a miracle was when this lady in a twelve step program had a major stroke. They had to cut part of her brain out and this strong willed lady began her recovery. She had to learn how to walk again and talk. She couldn't even do basic care for herself. As time went on I watched as this lady started walking again with a cane, but she walked. I watched her recover from her stroke and realized she was a miracle and had a reason to survive her ordeal. I began to not only notice big miracles, but small miracles also. I am a miracle myself. I am not suppose to walk or even be alive with what is going on with me medically, but here I am still alive and still walking, on a broken hip at that. I also saw two amazing miracles happen with two deers I prayed for. One was a baby who got hurt really bad, the next time I saw it's momma she was alone and therefore assumed her baby had died.  But to my suprise it jumped out from behind a bush completely healed of its wounds. Next one was just a few years ago. I was on my way home when I saw a deer who had been hit by a car. She was in shock and I cried for her as people stopped to see what was going on. No one noticed it, but I saw an angel appear out of nowhere and reach down to touch the deer, suddenly she snapped out of shock and ran off. I silently said "Thank you Father" and got into my car and left.