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~~Of all the many miracles...~~

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Why don't we think it's possible?

My friend sings in a Southern Gospel Quartet. A not so hip genre these days it seems to most. But, I heard them sing last weekend. And one line of one song touched me, and it keeps reeling in my head. It's the one posted above.... "Of all the many miracles, why don't you think it's possible."

I actually used it and proposed this question outloud a few times this week, once in a discussion on a plane with a man who immigrated from China and is in a very bad marriage situation and once in a business situation.

The chinese man was looking for a faith, a hope and a rock of a foundation to start a new as he told me of his triumphs in getting here and his tragedy of a failed marriage with 3 children suffering as a result. He's a brilliant man with a super high IQ and a very high EQ yet he struggles with belief in the impossible probably inspite of his intellect. His life and story of survival were a pure miracle, yet he struggled to find hope in his current situation.

Another time I used it was while doing some training for work with a team that was so far behind in their goals that winning seemed so far out of reach. I gave them this question to think about as a way to make a plan then watch the results unfold if they just believed.

So, I thought I'd share it with you...this one little line from a song no one hears on the radio in hopes that if you are struggling and need a bit of hope, think about all of the many miracles in your life or those you hear of and draw on the hope that a miracle IS possible. Having faith simply means opening your heart and mind up to the many possibilities of what may seem impossible otherwise. It doesn't take logic, reasoning or even resources. It simply is a choice to make a plan and be open to believe. There are no guarantees for a miracle, but what if God is waiting to show you one if you'd get out of his way???

Of all the many miracles, why don't you think it's possible?

What miracles have you been a part of, witnessed or heard about that have changed the course of your direction in life?

(Michael..dangit...my spellchecker won't work!! hahaha)
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1 year ago
Ahhh perhaps RobnLinda. But also while waiting you could pray without ceasing to offer a hope and bring peace while waiting. Maybe prayer offered in gratitude is a strand of the rope that keeps us connected while he's doing his work? Just a thought.:) Thanks for sharing.
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Hi Larry!
Thanks for stopping by on my miracle blog! I just can't get this one line of this one song out of my head since I heard it.

The second line is...

"No matter what He's done for us...why do we find it hard to trust?" (I think...at least that's what I've been humming in my head.)

We do take so many things for granted, and I just don't want to do that so much anymore. As bad as life gets...it could be a whole lot worse most days! In fact, I've been kind of looking for those opportunities to have a miracle. I think we go about life sometimes sleepwalking and miss the opportunity to be used in a miraculous way or see the small miracles around us. I just don't pay attention or am too focused sometimes.

My friend is waiting on a miracle...a sign...some relief in a decision he made in faith. Maybe this song keeps popping into my head so I can pray for him, encourage him or help him to see the miracles he can't see because he's in it too deep???

In any case...I'm grateful you made it out of your accident alive and unscathed...and recollecting an angel perhaps!!! You never know when you entertain angels unaware!!! :)
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Pauline:
Good one. Bye the way, got any more photos?


Larry
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Dear Debbie:

Youre right...the Chinese man may have already had a miracle, just in his survival..

In that vein, I believe in small miracles. When I fell asleep on the road after a 12 hour overnight shift, I crashed into the median. Call it coincidence, but when I got out of my telescoped van, unhurt, there was a lady standing by the road. An angry cement truck driver told me, had she not got out of the way, at just the right time, he would have hit me.. I never saw her face, except in profile - I tried.. I never saw her again,
but sometimes I wonder...

Anyway, I am grateful. Funny thing was, when I fell asleep, I was thinking how easy life was, and how life is a straight road...

Do I catch myself, when I take things for granted, now?

Larry
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1 year ago
And Rob and Linda...I'd say you two and your love could be one of these great miracles of hope to us all! :)
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Great stories! Thanks for sharing!

Angelface, yours had me balling my eyes out but what a great ending.
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1 year ago
Hi Leon!

I see that even the smallest miracles can make a big impact.

So, did they stay together or split? I'm not clear if the miracle was in the money savings or the saved marriage.
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1 year ago
Boy Blue...aren't you the kaleidoscope of wonder and intrigue!!

And your knee? Any problems when it rains?
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Dear Debbie,

Thanks and thanks for asking about what I did in the hospital at that time. I was a phlebotomist / chem tech then (pre-med but decided not to go into medicine, another story for another time). Now I'm an attorney and real estate broker, hence the comment about seeing convicts regularly, I'll leave it to you to figure out which of my jobs involves that.
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Oh my gosh Angelface! That's an awesome story! I love stories like that...thanks for sharing.
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Debbie..
When my herd stallion, a beautiful Champion, black Arabian stallion, son of the most famous sire, in Arabian horse history, developed congestive heart failure, at 20 yrs of age, life became too hard for me to bear... He had been my good friend, for 19 years. I had shipped semen all over the US and Canada, & even Athens,Greece; almost always 100% conception rate, he was such a great sire, even the Arabs themselves, were interested in him. But, to me, he was just my buddy. The day the vet diagnosed him, was one of the worst days of my life. I could never prepare for this day. When he quit eating, I knew the end was near, the boarders were horrified, I kept saying, I wanted him to die on his own... But, it was becoming too hard to witness. He was the king, all the horses knew it. I would hear him bugle his familiar neigh, the minute I walked in the barn, then others would follow suit... But, not this day. It was strangely quiet. They all knew... I walked up to his stall, and he just stared out the window. He knew it was his time. The vet was called, he'd had enough. His once strong commanding presence was now a memory, and a weak, skeletel, imposter, had taken his place. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I could not bear to be there... I paniced, handed the lead to the vet, and ran crying out of the barn. Then, he neighed to me, and the others, for the last time... Then he refused to die, 30 minutes later, he was still struggling to live. The vet said, This is strange... Was I wrong, I asked myself. Everyone thought I had waited too long already... Then finally, it was over. But, not for me... We buried him nearby. It was late October, and we had put lime all over the grave, to keep the wild animals away. Everyday I would go there, I was literally crushed. He was everything to me. My boarders were really starting to worry about me. I wasn't my happy go lucky, positive self. I never said a word, they rarely saw me, and I found it all meaningless, without him... I blamed myself, for running away, abandoning him, when he needed me most. But, I knew If I was there, I would die right along with him, but I was basically anyway. He was my life. I kept telling him, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't there.. It was November, the cold winds were now here. Two weeks since his death, and I was in bad shape. All I did was cry . I could not get back to my life. He, was my life. I had let him down. I cried out to God, OH, PLEASE !!!, you know I believe in you, and You know how much I loved him. PLEASE take care of him for me... and let me know he's OK, Just any kind of sign will do... A couple days later, I went out as usual to visit him, and what I saw, stopped me in my tracks... The entire grave was solid clover, huge, jumbo size clover.creeping out of the white lime, that appeared like snow... Like a green blanket, that looked " not of this world "... I screamed with delight ! ran in the barn, where a Dr. ___ was standing and I said. Come and Look !!! It's a miracle !!! He looked strangely at me, and I said, Come and see for yourself! He approached the grave and froze.. He said, Now that's impossible...There's not any clover in this area...& in the lime? Not for God, I said. It's my sign ! I asked him for a sign. He's fine... He's in a clover pasture. That's his favorite! He's in Heaven... From that day on, I was fine, the grave stayed mysteriously emerald green, throughout the winter, and I knew someday, I would see, my friend again, someday, that is...in Heaven !
( True, documented, miracle )
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Lourdes Grotto in the Bronx

DDI - It is a statue of the Virgin Mary which rests a grotto in the Bronx. It is a replica of the 19th century shrine in Lourdes, France, where, Catholics believe, the Virgin Mary appeared. A spring gushed forth from the rocks in Lourdes; many believe that water has curative powers.

Many people for years go there and continue to do so. They go and form a line at the grotto, putting their hands in the water in hopes to be healed.
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Wow Blue! That's amazing and quite a miracle I'm sure. There was a purpose and a plan still for you. Curious, what you do in a hospital? You mentioned you talk to prisoners all day or convicts on another blog. Are you a doc or a chaplin? Counselor? If you would rather not post, I understand. Do you ever have knee aches when it rains? :) Thanks for sharing.

Bambi...what's a grotto in the Bronx?

PM... thanks for sharing.

Hearing Blues story, I was reminded of a miracle I witnessed about 7 years ago. This motorcylist hit a deer going about 90 mph in front of me on a 3 lane dark highway Oct 1st. I was about 2 car lengths behind him. Next thing I knew my windshield was covered in blood, and I couldn't see to drive. I hit the breaks for fear I'd run him over because all I saw was body, bike and deer go up. I flat spotted all 4 tires, pulled the car over as far as I could on the side and saw the body in the middle of the #2 lane.

It was dark and 'by chance' all the traffic was behind us enough to not cause a pile up as I went out into the highway and stood in front of the body with my hands waving hoping the cars saw me. Of course, I began praying.

I approached the body laying twisted and still. I was scared to death of what I was about to see. Miraculously, he took his helmet off (I knew he wasn't dead at that point thank God) and was white, greyish and in shock. I began asking him a series of questions (to this day I don't know what prompted me accept God) like his name, age, phone number, was he drinking, allergic to any meds, etc. I've had 0 medical training really...CPR once and some basic first aid, but watching ER might have helped! :)

I didn't know what to do really. As the cars stopped and people called for help...all I could do was keep him talking, and I layed hands on him all over his body and prayed. I covered every inch of his body and prayed outloud fast and furiously. It was all I could think of doing, like a reflex really. I didn't get his right hand as the paramedics arrived...

When the paramedics came and cut off his pants and clothes to asses...not one scratch was on his body, except his right hand. They said it was a miracle!

They life flighted him to Johns Hopkins, and I called reluctantly in a few days not sure if he made it with internal injuries. He answered the phone and we spoke. I told him, "Drew, you don't know me, but I was with you at the scene." He began crying as he heard my voice. He said he felt himself dying and wasn't going to make it and heard the voice of an angel praying, and he began to believe he'd live. He said that voice was mine!!! Of course...I assured him, I'm no angel!

Amazing... I don't think about that time often. What a miracle for him and me and how life changing.
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Dear Debbie,

I lived through a death defying car accident when I was 22 years old (fell asleep at the wheel and drove through the back of a semi). I woke up in the ER 4 hours after the wreck, forced the duty nurse to call the hospital where I worked to tell them I wouldn't be in to work then passed out again. 4 hours after that, I awoke to see my knee in pieces on the bed and, long story short, was told I would lose my right leg while on the operating table a couple hours later. As it turned out, they saved me and all my limbs, I recuperated faster than any person they'd seen before (directly through the outstanding support of family and friends), and I have lived, appropriately, since then as though I am on borrowed time. Every day is a miracle - enjoy it!
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My Mom bought my sister to a grotto in the Bronx as an infant who had asthma. The next week believe it or not my sister was cured. Although, the asthma did return when she was a teenager, it still was miraculous that she did not have it throughout her childhood.

I believe most of my life has been full of little miracles. I do believe I have a guardian angel who watches over me and shows me the way!! I have faith that the impossible is possible, which is why I remain happy , content, hopeful and full of love!!

Thanks DDI!! Muah