Monday, January 13, 2014

Miracle Monday... It's a thing.

Well, hello. Remember how I'm a blogger, and then I started a new blog, because who wants to keep blogging on an established blog that thousands of people read. Not me. No way. So, I started this new blog to get back to why I really blog.

To share my story, to share my life. And my life and story have a few major things that are at the core. One of those being, miracles.

Let's talk about prayer.
I can't tell you how many countless times, I have been saved by prayer. I have been comforted countless times by prayer, and I've felt peace, inspiration and direction because of prayer. But, the time I was most affected by prayer, was when I didn't have the strength to pray.

Several years ago, I was in a severe sledding accident, and because of that accident, I had to have surgery on my hip, during that surgery, mistakes were made, leaving my ankle and foot paralyzed. I am not going to attempt to explain the pain that followed. I couldn't breathe without pain. Someone could walk by me, and the wind would cause excruciating pain. It took everything in me to survive. But, if I had to have done it on my own, I wouldn't have survived. I can easily promise you that hundreds of people were praying for me. My church congregation, my family and extended family, friends of friends, and countless others. I found out that recently, that also a choir that I am now involved in was praying for me, and I didn't even know them. I had been involved in the Logan LDS Institute, and I had sang in the institute choir once or twice, but when they found out, because I had friends in the choir(s) both the Institute Choir and Latter-Day Voices prayed for me. Easily, between the two choirs is hundreds of people. Hundreds of people praying for me.

Trust me when I tell you that I felt the power of those prayers.
I have never felt anything so strongly, or have been so aware of anything in my life.
I knew that my strength was not my own.
That it came from God and his angels.
Those angels who prayed for me, who rallied their faith to give me faith.

That faith, that strength that I was given, is still blessing me to this day.
Prayer is a miracle.
Faith is a miracle.
Life is a miracle.

Trust me when I say, that no matter how painful, how hard, or how difficult your situation may be, that there is always hope. You are never without hope. You may forget, your may turn away from hope, but whether you like it or not, hope always is there. Hope is ever present, just waiting for you.

Pray to your Heavenly Father.
Miracles are waiting.

1 comment:

  1. Just came across your blog tonight. You are amazing, with Gods help. You are so encouraging to us, we found out that our daughter and son in law are going to have a baby boy this coming December , their first. After the 21 week ultrasound we found out this little boy is missing some limbs. His one arm is to his elbow and the other is only half way to the elbow. One leg is to the knee and there is no other leg. All the expectations of your first child, ten fingers, ten toes, healthy, cute baby is just tore apart. We were so sad, almost like a death. Until we stopped and realised that God gave this child to them, he formed it, there is a soul there. We take one day at a time, don't get ahead of God and pray and pray and pray. I love your post: Prayer is a miracle, Faith is a miracle, Life is a miracle. I may use that when this covenat grandchild of mine is born. Thanks for your encouraging words.