I hope I am posting this in the right spot but if not, I am confidant that Kell will correct my blunder.

Let me first begin with my personal definition of God. I believe that all living creatures are connected and for lack of a better word I tend to dub this life force "God". I place this belief in a Judeao-Christian framework because that is how I was raised but it is also heavily influenced by Native American, Hindu, and Buddhist teachings. I tend to talk to God as if he were one of my "cronies", ie rather than praying usually we just have regular conversations and some of these conversations have had somewhat unusual results.

I didn't get my driver's license until I was 21. The thought of me behind the wheel of a car terrified me. Out of desperation my parents bought me a car. Unfortunately the car that I fell in love with was a stick shift and had little patience with my less than adept shifting skills. My mom worked full time as a nurse and my father had recently graduated from college and gone to work as a substitute teacher. I was still in college and living at home so if I wanted to get to my classes, I had to drive. I borrowed my parents' car (automatic transmission) to pass my drivers test but would actually have to drive my own to class. I wasn't very good with a clutch or shifting yet and frequently stalled out. I had this morbid fear that I would stall out on a hill and be unable to get the car going again and would roll backwards and hit someone. In typical fashion I analyzed my route to school and realized that only one light on my route was on a hill. It was obvious (to me) that I couldn't handle that light so I asked God about it. I don't know what I expected him to do but I did not expect what happened. That light was green for me for ten weeks! The entire quarter that light turned green for me on my way to class and was usually green on my way home as well even though that was downhill and therefor not a worry.

As the quarter went on I became more adept. Then toward the end of the quarter, my mom's car broke down and I had to drive her to and from work as well as drive myself to school. The route to the hospital where my mother worked was one big hill with at least three lights back to back that were uphill on the way back from dropping her off. I had no problem stopping and going again without stalling on these lights even though the hill they were on was much steeper than the one I had panicked over. As I was sitting at one of those lights I told God "You know it's kind of silly for me to have you keep that light green when I'm not having any trouble with these. It's okay, I think I can handle it now."

My mom has mentioned from time to time that she wished she had whatever power I have over traffic lights because quite often they turn green as I approach or seem to stay green a second or two longer to let me go through. I seldom get fussed at traffic lights. I tend to regard them as private jokes with a friend because of that early experience.

Hi,
Kell is "The Bomb" so if we're in the wrong place she will put us in our proper place! (no pun intended Kell =) )
I have been on the recieving end and also seen alot of miracles. I have so many, that I can't just write them off to luck.
I will tell you one. If I told you them all I would have to write a book!
Years ago I was driving about 70mph and had a blowout, I was alone in the car. I freaked out, took my hands off the steering wheel and put them over my face. I was on a section of road that had a 30 foot drop, easy. I figured this is it and I don't want to see it? By the way a cop seen me do this, he was sitting on the other side of the road.
I didn't hit the brake. I didn't do anything but cover my eyes and scream. Gently, is if guided by a huge hand my car was pushed right to the side and it stopped. I opened my eyes and the cop was running for my car as I put my emergency brake on.
We looked at the side of the car next to the guard rail and you couldn't have put a penny between it and the car. Yet when a truck came to fix my tire, he moved the car a bit and there wasn't one scratch on it.
The embarrassing part, is I was so shook up the cop gave me a ride to where Curt was, he was close and I was on my way to pick him up. The cop loved telling Curt how I covered my eyes?
I beleive in miracles, I beleive in everything.
Piggster

I'm ALIVE and happy, that is MY miracle

I believe in miracles too.

one night while walking on a very dark beach-so dark that you couldnt see- two hands grabbed my shoulders from behind and stopped me. no one was there- just hands and no person! I shuffled my feet in from of me in the sand and hit something hard. it was a t-anchor imbedded in the sand with a long spike sticking up. i would have been impaled if those hands hadnt stopped me.

I guess that's a miracle.

sundog

The fact that I survived the years of 18-20 with few only a few bruises and mental scars and no arrest record is a miracle in and of itself.

YUP!I do!

I do!!

I do too. Big ones. Small ones.
I'm a firm believer in cause and effect. We create most of our own pains and joys. Yet things occur in our lives that have nothing to do with what we have done and they defy explanation.

When I was six, I had gone into a coma for almost two weeks. That's when we found out I had Diabetes. Since then, I have been in a couple more. I also had a stroke about six years ago. My doctor was expecting a full recovery in about six months. I cut that down to almost a month and a half.I was also Blind about ten years ago. I had seen two exellent Opthamologists who took care of that.I still have some blind spots but I can see. All complications from Diabetes.
I should have died that first time, but I'm still here. Maybe some one has plans for me. Like I'm supposed to do something first. I don't know.