I've seen miracles happen in my life.

When I was 5 years old, my younger sister stuck a McDonald's hamburger in my mom's face, which caused her to lose control of our station wagon on an icy road. It spun into the opposite lane of traffic and there was a semi-truck headed right at us.

Somehow, our car flew about two stories in the air and landed in a snow bank by a farm house, with absolutely no damage to the vehicle, other than it being stuck and needed to be towed out. The farmer's wife lets us wait inside and warm up and took care of us while we were waiting for a tow truck to come help.

My older sister mentioned how she loved the bedspread on the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The farmer's wife was flabbergasted, as the bed was lower than the window and you couldn't see it from the street. She asked my sister if she'd been upstairs, and my sister said she saw it from our car when it flew off the road. In case you're wondering why I said it flew two stories, that's why.

Only thing that happened to me in that accident was I bit my tongue.

Another time, right after my parents separated, we had absolutely no food and no money and we were starving. My mom led us in prayer. Not even an hour later, we heard a knock on our door and when we checked it out, there was nobody outside but there was a picnic basket full of food. We lived in the middle of nowhere on top of a hill. It was so quiet we could hear a car pulling into our driveway, but we heard absolutely nothing but the knock. I also had looked out my bedroom window when I heard the knock and saw nobody outside in the driveway.

I became an agnostic several years after this, and this was something I had totally forgotten about for many years, but it came to my memory again after I became a Christian.

The picnic basket itself was extremely high quality. Pretty amazing for somebody to leave it with us and not even bother announcing their presence. It was an answer to our prayer, regardless of how it ended up on our doorstep.

I've seen miracles happen in my life.

When I was 5 years old, my younger sister stuck a McDonald's hamburger in my mom's face, which caused her to lose control of our station wagon on an icy road. It spun into the opposite lane of traffic and there was a semi-truck headed right at us.

Somehow, our car flew about two stories in the air and landed in a snow bank by a farm house, with absolutely no damage to the vehicle, other than it being stuck and needed to be towed out. The farmer's wife lets us wait inside and warm up and took care of us while we were waiting for a tow truck to come help.

My older sister mentioned how she loved the bedspread on the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The farmer's wife was flabbergasted, as the bed was lower than the window and you couldn't see it from the street. She asked my sister if she'd been upstairs, and my sister said she saw it from our car when it flew off the road. In case you're wondering why I said it flew two stories, that's why.

Only thing that happened to me in that accident was I bit my tongue.

Another time, right after my parents separated, we had absolutely no food and no money and we were starving. My mom led us in prayer. Not even an hour later, we heard a knock on our door and when we checked it out, there was nobody outside but there was a picnic basket full of food. We lived in the middle of nowhere and could hear a car pulling into our driveway and we heard absolutely nothing but the knock. I also had looked out my bedroom window when I heard the knock and saw nobody outside.

I became an agnostic several years after this, and this was something I had totally forgotten about for many years, but it came to my memory again after I became a Christian.

The picnic basket itself was extremely high quality. Pretty amazing for somebody to leave it with us and not even bother announcing their presence. It was an answer to our prayer, regardless of how it ended up on our doorstep.