Do you believe you felt the touch of a miracle in your life? Perhaps it was a moment of serendipity that led to an unexpected opportunity, a miraculous recovery from an illness, or an incredible burst of creativity that transformed your life. Do you believe in miracles? Have you ever experienced one? Let’s talk about it…

Gloria Vivian: “Oh yes. God is good.’

Bill Cravens: “In my youth, placing my search for a mate in the Lord’s hands and telling myself that I would wait a year before deciding that perhaps I should stay single. And then meeting my wife at church, exactly one year later, when she returned from college. Our third daughter, for whom we and our extended family prayed fervently, when she was stricken with leukemia at 8 years old. By God’s grace, she is now 27 and very healthy.”

Veronica Amaro: “ Yes. My two youngest boys are my miracles. I was told I couldn’t get pregnant. Here they are!!”

Lisa F Santos: “ Me tooooo and my Mikey turned 14 yesterday… miracle babies.”

Jazmin D Zuñiga: “ Life is a Miracle in the Making.”

Sandra Luna Perez: “ Yes, my grandson was born with 50% of his left heart chamber. He was flown to Houston Children’s hospital and as I prayed and begged the Lord to please show us a miracle, it happened. The surgeon came after a couple of hours and said to the other doctors “why are we doing surgery on this baby? It’s not necessary. We just have to keep a close eye on it and with time it will grow 90% normal.” I fell on my knees and it was 2 days before Easter so we call him the Easter Miracle baby. He is now 6 1/2 months and is doing well. God is good!”

Yvette Jimenez Apodaca: “My 23 yr. old son is with us today through God’s Holy grace and miracle.”

Ramon Chapa Jr.” “Oh Yea! Not enough space to list them! God is Good!!”

Hagbard Celine: “ I had a dream, we were biking back home. It was night. I remember every detail of the dream. I could see each and every detail of the things around me, as if I was actually there. In my dream, we were approaching the crossroad. From afar, I saw the green light of the bike stop lights. My boyfriend was biking before me, some three-four meters before me. The light turned orange when I was too far to make it before it turned red, but he could have made it. So he started speeding. As he started speeding to make it before it turned red, a black SUV speeded and hit him. Hard. He was pushed off his bike and was laying on the ground. I pushed my bike aside and ran as fast as I could. I remember holding him in my arms while he was covered in blood. He was in a puddle of blood, I was on the ground, with his body in my arms, screaming and crying and knowing he was dead. An ambulance stopped, and I remember the horrible feeling of knowing he was dead. I woke up from the dream sweating. It was morning. I was shocked and relieved to see him sleeping next to me. I forgot about the dream straight away. A couple of days later, we were going back home from work. It was a quiet night, no one in the street. My ex started biking a bit before me. I was calmly following him behind. The stoplight was green as we were approaching the crossroad. It turned orange. He started speeding. That’s when the dream came back to my mind. I automatically looked in the direction from where the black SUV approached in my dream. I saw the black SUV. The exact same car of my dream. I realized what was going to happen. I screamed his name on top of my lungs. I said “RUN!”. He turned, and saw the car, and speeded with all of his strength, as he was already crossing when I warned him. The car didn’t hit him by an inch. The car passed right before he had the green light. I was shaking in shock. I knew I had just saved his life thanks to the dream I had had. When I talked to him about it, he said it was just a coincidence. But I know it wasn’t. It was too much just like my dream.”

Mark Thomase: “When my older daughter was a teenager, she worried us with her partying. She would go with friends to raves in the big city 30 miles away and not be home until very late — or very early the next morning, if you get what I mean. She drank a lot, did party drugs, and slept around. We did everything we could think of to try to rein in her behavior and nothing worked. She was still a good kid, always cheerful, never given to screaming or cussing us out, and maintained good grades at school. She never fought or argued with us. She just completely ignored every rule and boundary we tried to set for her. Her mother and I were at our wits end. We did the only thing we had left to do, we prayed and prayed and prayed — prayed she’d be safe, wouldn’t OD or end up in an abusive situation or car accident or any number of things we imagined could happen, prayed she’d eventually return to the “strait and narrow.”One night I was awakened by someone standing next to my bed. I was instantly fully awake, looked around but didn’t see anyone. Had I dreamed of it? The clock next to my bed said it was 3 AM. I laid back down to go back to sleep, when I heard a voice. “Your daughter is in danger. Pray for her.”Oh! I thought. But the voice went on. “And so you will know that you’re not imagining this, there will be a major airline merger announced tomorrow morning.” And that was all. No more voices, no more presence next to my bed. I got out of bed and checked my daughter’s room; unsurprisingly her bed was empty. I sat on the sofa in the living room and prayed for her safety and eventually went back to bed. But I didn’t go back to sleep. Perhaps I dozed, but at 4 AM I heard the screen door open and my daughter creep in quietly. I met her in the hallway. “Where were you about an hour ago?” I asked, more out of curiosity than with any intention to scold. “I was out with friends. Why?” “Because about an hour ago I got woken up by an angel who told me to pray for you because you were in danger.” Daughter didn’t answer. She just got an odd look on her face, went into her room, and closed the door.. In a couple of hours I was up again, this time, getting ready to go to work, and I remembered the second thing the angel told me. When I got to work that morning, I got off the bus and looked at the newspaper rack next to the bus stop. The headline of the Wall Street Journal was that Air Canada had agreed to merge with Canadian Airlines. “Wow,” I thought. I was also the youth leader at a large church, and we were organizing a trip to an event called “Acquire the Fire” in the city 30 miles away. Thousands of kids packing out an old hockey arena, watching a Christian-themed drama. I invited Daughter, knowing she’d turn me down, when, to my surprise, she didn’t. She agreed to come. At the end of the “Acquire the Fire” event they made an evangelistic plea for anyone present to commit their lives to Jesus, either for the first time or as a rededication, or to commit to missions or ministry, and asked anyone wanting to make that decision and speak to a counselor to come forward. Soon, dozens of kids were streaming out of the stands and down to the floor of the arena, and I was praying for my daughter harder than I’d ever prayed for her in my life. And still, it was a surprise when she actually stood up and made her way down to the altar on the floor of the coliseum. There, she later told us, she recommitted her life to Christ, and in the next few weeks we saw her quitting booze and drugs cold turkey and spending more time with her Christian friends instead of her raver group. But what surprised me most was once when she was asked to give her testimony before a group, not the youth group I still led but another one. She went into all the details of the parties and the raves and the drinking and drugs. And then she said this: “And then one night, I was out with this boy I didn’t even know. He was drunk, so drunk he shouldn’t be driving, and we were speeding through the mountains. I was scared to death, I kept thinking that he was going to drive right off the cliff and kill us all. But we made it home OK, and when I walked in the back door like I always did, there was my dad standing there. He told me he’d been awakened by an angel and told to pray for my safety. I didn’t say anything to him, I was just speechless. But that night I started realizing that there was a God who loved me enough to get my dad out of bed just so he could pray for me. And that was the night I started coming back to the Lord.”