Not only was I raised seeing miracles happen in the church dad was pastor, I saw them in my own life. I heard about a loving God who saved, forgave and healed since I was five years old. Anytime I was sick I trusted in a simple prayer even by me, it didn't matter what it was. I have lived a life of miracles. Tonight as I was resting, I received a text from my oldest daughter saying that my grandson had been in an accident in another city. He is a young man of twenty one years old, in his prime. As I was reading her text, I was reminded that God had had me praying for my grandson with such earnest some nights ago. And I prayed and prayed that God's hand would be upon his life for protection. I didn't fear for my grandson's life , I believed at that moment God was in control of the situation. Hours later my daughter text me saying, mom all is well. Jon has only scratches and bruises. She said the impact was huge, am 18 wheeler hit the car, it was a total loss. Cops couldn't believe my grandson was alive, much less not hurt. I knew God's hand had protected him. If there is a time we feel a need to prayer for someone , by all means pray, it might just save their lives.
