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Sometimes, I take a look at myself and I wonder how I came to a certain decision or made a certain conclusion about somethingand I realise that I wouldn't have on my own, left to my own devices as it were. For me that's when the reality of God kicks
in. I am suddenly aware of God's touch figuretively speaking and the reality of it is quite startling. God's voice is still
very distinct from my own because I have a long way to go (as we all do I suppose). Perhaps the closer I get to God, the less
that voice will seem different and more it will seem my own, as God's will becomes my own.
Anyway, I was actually wondering if anyone would like to share one of those everyday moments where they've been particularily
aware of God's involvment in a situation or circumstance. As I am saking you to, I will share one of mine:
It was at a time when I was just beginning my relationship with God, just getting to know God. I'd been deliberating over
wether to reconcile with a very close friend that I had fallen out with. Not so much deliberating as avoiding it really. I
knew I had to do it, my heart (which I now know was actually God) was compelling me to. But I resisted. I was a too proud,
too stubborn. Deep down I wanted to, but just didn't want to be the one to do it, or in all honesty know how to.
A week later, jumping off the bus not looking where I was going, I bumped into someone, I looked up and it was the friend. We
both blurted out apologies simultaneously. Call me foolish but I feel like God was really working in me and my freinds lives
on that occasion. That was the feeling I had for weeks afterwards and the reality of it was very startling.
As I said it was a time when I was just beginning my relationship with God. I was just getting to know God. It was one of the
first times I recognized God at work in me and around me. I'd like to hear some of your stories about everyday experiences in
which you have been aware of God's hand and how you felt about it.
-- z (ziggysdaydream@yahoo.com), December 18, 2004
P.S For the length sorry, I have a tendency to ramble. For the formatting, sorry but I don't know what went wrong.
-- z (ziggysdaydream@yahoo.com)), December 18, 2004.
I worked over this past summer helping a subcontractor, we would side houses, roof houses, etc. I was working on the expansion of a Methodist Church near where I live, and I was on the roof. I had to take a long wooden 2x2 beam off a wall that it was nailed on. I had to get on my tippy-toes to reach it. I moved under the last nail that needed to be pried and told myself not to pry too hard or the beam would fall. Sure enough, I pryed too hard and this beam fell straight down towards my head. I ducked my head down and squinted my eyes (a natural reaction) and hoped that it didn't land nail first into my head, but something happened. For some reason, the beam averted my head and landed behind me. This beam was falling RIGHT for me, and I swear to this day that it changed direction in midair, as if someone who was very strong just batted it away.For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands,that you do not strike your foot against a stone. Ps 91:11-12
-- Cameron (shaolin__phoenix@hotmail.com), December 20, 2004.
Cameron, that was an inspiring story -- thanks for sharing!
-- Emily ("jesusfollower7@yahoo.com"), December 20, 2004.
thanks cameron
-- z (ziggysdaydream@yahoo.com)), December 21, 2004.
And thank you, Z, for the first post. That's a great example.I just read another on the net: A kid saved the life of his friend who was being attacked by a pair of pit bulls, by beating the dogs with a large stick. The one being attacked had given his friend that stick only two days prior to the incident. And the one who used the stick (a 13-year-old, btw) credits God for having his friend give him the stick, and for placing him right there, when and where the attack was to occur.
-- JJ (nospam@nospam.com), December 21, 2004.
Very painful, yet joyful story..We have one son who turned to drugs when he was only 12 years old. Nothing detered him from this path..nothing.At 18 he left our home and traveled here and there, in and out of jail..one of the most miserable human beings you'd ever meet. He'd take himself to rehab, do well for a time and then go back to heroin, shooting as much as 10 bags a day. For years we didn't know if he were alive or dead.
I prayed and prayed..never prayed harder for anything in my life. I prayed for God to put someone, anyone, in front of him to tell him how God loved him so much, even if he did not love himself.
7 years ago, my son fell from a 5 story window. He says he fell, others said he jumped. Police were witnesses. They told me they had never seen anything like it. He fell a full 5 stories and hit the sidewalk..nothing broke his fall. He never lost consciousness. His hip was fractured, along with his elbow and his arm..that's it.
At the hospital, he met a nurse named Maria. She was his nurse for three weeks. She told him about her church, her faith, and how much God loved him, "even if he did not love himself."
Sisters of Charity came to visit him..the nuns told him how much God loved him.."even if he did not love himself."
My son renounced his old life, and although he has had struggles and temptations, he is now a father of two daughters and is a respected member of our community. He loves to tell people how God loves them, especially when they don't love themselves.
The first time I saw him in years was on Christmas day that year..he sat in my kitchen, pulled out his guitar and played "Amazing Grace" for me..so many tears of pure joy !!!!!!
The power of prayer is a mighty thing. Personally, this particular evidence of God's direct hand in my son's life has moved me more than anything I've ever experienced so far.
-- Lesley (martchas@hotmail.com), December 21, 2004.
Lesley, I am touched beyond words. God is truly good.
-- Emily ("jesusfollower7@yahoo.com"), December 21, 2004.
I prayed and prayed..never prayed harder for anything in my life.lesley, there is nothing so painfully heartwrenching and beautiful as the prayer of a mother who needs God for her children.
about five or six years ago, everyone in my family was blest to recieve medals from rome blessed by the pope. rumor has it that these medals carried a strong blessing, that when in danger of life and limb, the medal would be lost and the person's life would be spared.
my cousin was out being a teenager, driving a honda civic at around 100 plus miles per hour down a back road. three people were in the car, only one was wearing their seatbelt. going around a corner, my cousin tapped the break, and the car slid off the road into a nose to tail rolling flip, similar to a football bouncing. the car even bounced over a 8 foot tall fence without touching it before coming to a stop. when the car did stop, the paint had been entirely stripped from the vehicle and there was no way to tell that the car had ever been a civic.
all three people, two of whom were not seat belted, walked from the accident with the only injury being that a piece of the windshield had scratched my cousins fore head. the medal, however, had been torn from his kneck and was never found. as far as accidents go, none of those three should have survived, or at least should have all been in the hospital, but none of them ever needed treatment of any kind.
-- paul h (dontSendMeMail@notAnAddress.com), December 22, 2004.