I ask if you have a heart for 2 reasons, the 1st being if you have one and its healthy don’t take it for granted be thankful. 2nd if you have one, are you willing to help someone in need of a heart get one?
There is a 16 year old girl named Jessica Harris in need of a heart transplant and insurance won’t cover it. She has a rare condition called Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS). At birth she was only expected to live for 30 minutes…she’s 16 now. Do you believe in miracles? With God all things are possible.
You can make a donation to help Jessica get the heart transplant that she needs by visiting her website at www.TheJessicaHarrisDream.com
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I believe in miracles. Miracles happen around us every day. The living life abundantly lifestyle is about acknowledging, believing in, and even expecting miracles.
What is a miracle?
According to the dictionary, a miracle is:An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.
I know a woman that was diagnosed with cancer. She was on the phone with someone while they were praying for her. While on the phone she began coughing and she coughed up some blood during the prayer. When she went back to the doctor no trace of cancer could be found. True story! Doctors couldn’t explain it. This was many years ago, this woman is healthy and strong and has never had any other problems. That is a miracle!
Years ago, my dad was getting on the freeway, my grandfather was in the back seat sound asleep. While driving up the on ramp, my dad went into an epileptic seizure causing him to floor the gas pedal. My grandfather woke up, hopped over the seat and miraculously was able to gain control of the car and get him and my dad to safety. Nobody was hurt. That is a miracle!
Miracles are real. We can all look back on our lives and the lives of others and point out instances of miracles. In acknowledging that miracles are possible and that they indeed occur, why shouldn’t we expect or hope for miracles even in the most dismal of circumstances?
I have heard people say, “there’s no hope.” I have seen people give up hope. It saddens me. Why? Because what you believe is what you will receive. What you say is what you will have. These are universal Spiritual principles that work whether you believe in them or not.
Do you believe in miracles?
Tess Buys a Miracle
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor’s bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! “And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages”, he said without waiting for a reply to his question. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.” “I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?” “We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you”, the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?” “I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents”, Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents–the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.” That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery”, her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?” Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents …… plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not ALWAYS the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law……
~Author Unknown But It’s Said That This Is A True Story~
In times when it seems that the world is going to hell in a gasoline handbasket I still believe in miracles. I’ve been blessed and am blessed daily and have no choice but to believe in miracles. In my 32 years I’ve seen and experienced some things that cannot be explained.
mir·a·cle
An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.
As November becomes December and we get in a frenzy about the holidays its important that we not lose sight as to what the holidays are really about…the holiday season is rooted in MIRACLES.
No matter what you personally believe in, you cannot deny that all of the rituals, observances, and symbols surrounding this time of year are rooted in miracles…The miracle of the fat man in a red suit flying with reindeer sliding down chimneys with gifts, the miracle of enough olive oil for one night lasting 8 nights during the re-dedication of the temple, and the birth of Jesus to a virgin.
While we celebrate all of these things it often seems that many of us are reluctant to really believe in miracles. Yet when we examine our own lives everyone of us can attest to miracles.
Today I’m thinking about a conversation I had a few weeks ago with a friend. We were talking about worrying and how worrying doesn’t help things. I had a similar conversation this afternoon with my big sister. It has taken me many years to understand that worry causes stress and stress manifests mess. I now live free of stress because I KNOW without a doubt that I am blessed.
This same time 7 years ago I was sick riddled with Sarcoidosis barely able to get out bed some days and on an assortment of medications getting shots in my hip! (I HATE needles). Today I’m healthy, I feel great, and I’m not on any medication (Thank God).
I remember standing on the bus stop at 4am to get to the train station to catch another bus to get to work by six. I remember working late (after the bus stopped running) and having to call friends and family for rides home. I remember the days of rain and cars passing by drenching me on the bus stop. I recall days of missing buses and trains by a second. I recall days when buses just passed me by…I remember when my first car a 1983 Buick Regal threw a rod on a bridge in Virginia.
I remember when the transmission in my old Chrysler, Taurus, and Fairmont died. I have the painful memory of losing the Palm My Ride Contest in which I was competing for a new Ford Mustang. I remember the day before Christmas last year when our car was stolen (got it back hours later that same day).
This year, The day after Thanksgiving we were blessed with a new car.
Today I’m driving a 2008 Camry! (God is Good).
I believe with all my heart that my Maker is well aware of my needs and has it all under control (my every need is supplied) no matter how things may look to my natural eye. It’s not our place to worry about anything. A few weeks ago a friend expressed concern about praying and waiting for things to happen, her view is its about taking action. I get that… After all, faith without works is dead…
However, I know the power of prayer and have seen it at work in my life. My prayers are answered. Sometimes I have to wait for the answers to manifest because God works in His time not mine. Miracles and prayer go hand in hand. Miracles and blessings are very real! Prayer is powerful. No matter what the situation, no matter how dismal things may seem, we all have access to divine intervention.
(Thank God).
