Do you need a miracle?
This weekend I remember my first miracle.
Many years ago I was flying in a small plane with my friend Doug who was the pilot. It was after midnight and it had just rained. We were attempting to land in the city of Worthington. The airport was covered with a thick blanket of fog. No one was at this small airport to give us direction.
We lowered our plane into the fog to circle and look for the airport. We did this three times and found nothing. It was like flying into a solid white wall. When there is no visual reference you can get vertigo in a matter of a few minutes. One can be flying sideways or upside down and not even realize it.
Doug was worried. He apologized for taking off in the first place. We should not have been flying in such weather. I felt calm and told Doug that God had a plan for our lives and we would live to effect the lives of others in a positive way.
A fourth time we descended into the fog to look. We were so low we buzzed a house. I could see the outline of the shingles. Then we crossed the runway. I thought, "We are actually going to make it!" Doug banked the plane to the left. Once we completed the turn we would be lined up to land.
In the turn we were again flying into the fog. We looked for the lights of the runway. I looked over at Doug. He had blacked out. I starred at the controls. I had no idea how to land this thing.
I don't remember the impact. My next memory was waking up still in my seat. However my seat had moved. It was now where the right wing used to be. The door to the plane was open in front of me. I sat right behind it with my feet sticking straight out underneath it and into a fleshly planted corn field. I was fine.
Both wings and the engine were gone. Doug's seat too had separated from the floor and he was laying sideways on the cockpit floor. He was in shock. He knew his name, mine, and nothing else.
We spent the night in the hospital and left in the morning. Just before leaving my friend, Karen called. She and her husband, Loren were driving while we were flying. She had been asleep and woke up having dreamt that Doug and I were unable to find the airport in heavy fog and land. They stopped the car and prayed for us.
Do you need a miracle? You can have one. You can have more than one. I have witnessed many in my life. Do you know someone who does? You can manifest a miracle for others just as Loren and Karen did. Miracles do happen.
Do you need a miracle?
Years ago, I used to manage a gas station. This meant I needed to wake up really early, typically around 4am, to open my store each morning. One night, around midnight, I was woken up by the Holy Spirit and given the strongest gut feeling that I needed to get in my truck and start driving (right tf now). So, I did. I'm not a brilliant man, but even in my younger years, I knew better than to ignore this.
As I made my way down the road, a friend of mine called me and said he couldn't sleep, asking if I wanted to go for a drive. As it happened, I was driving by his house and told him to come out and get into the truck. Together, we started down the road, further out into the county. Eventually, it started to get obvious where we were going. We were heading to the nearby National Forest.
I want to make it clear, I hated this forest. It was creepy. I'd had multiple bad experiences ranging from being run off the road to seeing people following me through the trees while I was hiking. But, that's where we needed to go, so we did. Down this long, winding road for miles and miles into the deep parts of this ugly, dark forest.
Suddenly, my headlights revealed a truck stuck in a mud hole, with two teenage boys that were soaked head to toe trying to figure out how to free themselves. We stopped, got out, calmed them down, and distributed lights. I've always had a thing for flashlights. I had several. We joked that I was prepared perfectly for this situation.
After we determined that my truck and tow straps weren't going to get their truck out, I tried to get cell service and couldn't. Fortunately, my buddy both had cell service and had a family friend who had a tow truck. It was like we were both prepared perfectly for this situation.
While we waited for Mr Jim to get up and head our way, we had a smoke (I since kicked the habit), and it turned out I smoked the same weird, obscure brand that these boys did. Odd coincidence. We know about coincidences on this board. During our smoke break, those little hairs on our necks started standing up, and we realized we were hearing things in the woods. Not animals. Footsteps and voices. A lot of them. They were getting close.
This forest had a series of stories from before my time about a clan of people who used to kidnap people, do horrible things, leave signs of Satanic sacrifices, etc. Occasionally, there would be rumors about something happening, a missing person, or you'd find a tree down across the road and your instincts would scream to turn around and get out of there. Fortunately, I had a weapons permit and a revolver. I fired a shot into the dirt. The voices went quiet and the footsteps became loud crashes moving away from us in all directions. It was like I was prepared perfectly for this situation.
Mr Jim arrived and had no issues getting those boys and their truck out of that mud hole and out of that forest. We followed them out in my truck. I dropped my buddy off, and I went home. It was seriously late. I think I caught maybe an hour of sleep, but I felt like I'd had the best night's sleep of my life that night.
I don't know who prayed for those boys that night, but someone did, and I'm real glad. When you wake up, figure out why. When God says go, Go.
Great job! Glad you were there in time to save those kids.
Jesus, your story here messed with me the most out of all of them here, mainly for the footsteps at the end.
I've read way too many police cases of what goes on in forests, and some of the people out there, and you were so blessed to be prepared.