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?
Thank you for sharing that experience, fren. I had something similar happen to me years ago. I had picked up my car from the shop and was on my way home. The person who drove me over was in front of me on the drive back (and missed the whole thing!). It was winter and it had snowed. My car at the time was rear-wheel drive and I hit an icy patch going around a slight bend and I lost control. On the other side of the road was a car lot. Along the front of it was a series of metal posts connected with a chain, as a sort of fence. The only break in it was the driveway into the lot.
Even before I started to slide, I saw a red sports car coming towards me that caught my eye because of the bright red color against the white snow. By the time I slid into the oncoming lane, that red car was so close to me that I thought there is absolutely no way this guy is going to miss me. I'm looking smack dab at his headlights as the car is coming straight at me. There was nothing I could do.
Well, somehow that red car that was practically on top of me, missed me completely. My car slid right across the road and into the one and only spot that wasn't a fence -- that driveway into the lot. I was still out of control when I slid into the car lot. There was a huge pile of snow from when the owner of the lot had cleared it. The pile of snow is what stopped my car.
I missed hitting absolutely everything in my path and there wasn't so much as a scratch on the car. Once my rattled nerves had calmed down, I maneuvered my way out of the snow pile and drove the rest of the way home. To this day, I don't know how that red car made it safely past me. It seemed impossible for him to have missed me.
I've heard people talk about jumping timelines (like the Mandela Effect) , and I have to wonder if that didn't happen to me on that day. I guess Someone was looking out for me.
I had somewhat similar experience. Driving right after a snowstorm. On a four lane highway with a grassy divider. My car skidded and made a left turn into the opposite side of the highway.As I plowed through the snow on the median, totally out of control I did a 180 degree turn. During the turn I couldn't see anything but snow as I went through it. I came out, in the opposite direction heading the correct way, in an actual lane with no other cars near me. During the blinded part I was totally calm and unworried.