Personal Miracles Thread

I was very touched by Aussie’s willingness to share her family story. I want to open up the garden to anyone who has personal faith stories to share.

I’ve got quite a few of my own, so am thinking this is just the first … second, if you count https://polination.wordpress.com/2013/08/09/mysterious-priest-performs-miracle-at-site-of-mercedes-crash/ in what may become a series.

And … hey … don’t limit yourself to personal stories. If you have links, post them! I heartily believe that these stories do not distract us or take us away from Jesus, but rather bolster our faith and help us to know, love and serve Him ever more closely.

Here’s the tale of something that happened to me one time back in 1998.
The Greyhound and the Smoke Alarm

One day, someone didn’t set the latch properly and our front door swung open. We had been warned when we adopted a retired racing greyhound that she must never be off a leash, except in a fenced area. Especially not around cars! But no one else was home to stop Star from venturing out to explore the neighborhood.

I was at home, but sound asleep … at least until the smoke alarm outside my bedroom started blatting at weird intervals and for different lengths of time. It never does that. If something sets it off, it just GOES until someone manually resets it or removes the battery.

The only other noise it makes is a “low battery” alert, which is a soft cricket-y kind of chirp that repeats at perfectly even intervals for days until the battery actually dies or someone finally replaces it.

But what I heard that morning and what woke me up and drove me out of bed before I was ready was the loud blat sound that the alarm makes when it has been set off by smoke.

Except that it wasn’t continuous. In fact, it was a lot like someone jabbing impatiently at a doorbell trying to get someone to answer the door.

I thought the low battery alert had malfunctioned and tried putting my head under the pillow and wishing it would stop! It didn’t. And it was LOUD, so sighing deeply, I got up.

As I trudged down the hall in search of caffeine, I noticed a breeze on my ankles. Looking left into the foyer, I was surprised to see the door hanging wide open and appalled to see our beautiful (but admittedly dumber-than-dirt) greyhound out in the road!

I figured I’d best make a good show of being happy to see her, so as to lure her indoors again. So I stood in the doorway, slapping my thighs and shouting “Good puppy want a treat?!” in my squeaky “let’s play” voice. She came lolloping inside to get her Milk Bone, very pleased with herself and quite tired out from her adventure.

I closed the door – PROPERLY this time – thankful that she hadn’t been harmed.

After liberal applications of caffeine and carbs, I finally got myself awake enough to think about changing the battery in the alarm. Oddly, it had stopped blatting quite soon after I had decided I really was not going to get one more minute of sleep that morning.

I got a fresh battery, dragged a chair down the hall, and popped the cover off. Instead of finding a dying battery tucked snugly into the holder, I suddenly had loose, battery-free wires dangling in my face.

Puzzled, I put the new battery in, successfully tested the alarm and replaced the cover.

When Dearest came home later on, I asked if the smoke alarm by our bedroom was hard-wired into the house’s electrical system. He said that our smoke alarms are all battery-operated, because it’s safer. If a fire starts in the electrical system, it can short out a hard-wired alarm and make it useless.

I told him what had happened and that there had been no battery in that alarm. He reminded me that he had removed the battery, because his long, steamy showers kept setting it off.

I love the big, dramatic stories where something or someone pulls off a miraculous life-saving rescue. But some of my favorites are the small stories, like the one about Star and the smoke alarm. It touches my heart that God and His servants care about the little things.

Besides, I just get such a kick out of imagining my guardian angel poking at our battery-less smoke alarm in order to drag me out of bed. I bet he was snickering the whole time, too!

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  1. I love that story! I like the small stories the best, because, as you say, it warms the heart to think that there are angels in charge of everyday things like watching out for open doors and missing dogs.

    Good idea for a thread/series. Here’s one from my personal blog a couple of years ago.
    http://gruntofmontecristo.wordpress.com/2011/12/27/subversive-angel-stories/

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      Oh my goodness … I’m only 3 paragraphs in and I’ve got tears already. I had no idea you could write like this! Goosebumps!

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      • chrissythehyphenated

        And wow … the summer of 1998, same as Star’s smoke alarm … and a long-term depression ( me also). … later … Finished your summit story and I’m definitely teary now!

        I have a couple folks this has to go to … my forest ranger/mountain biking/missionary friend and my year round free climbing/no faith I’m aware of friend.

        I think I’m going to save the others you posted there … stretch it out and make it last.

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  2. You know what is really weird, is that a cousin from the same side of the family also related a story involving the ghost of someone. I cannot remember that story as I remember the story involving my great-grandmother.

    Sometimes weird things happen for a variety of reasons, and something really weird happened not long before my grandmother passed away. To this day I continue to be shocked that I had this thought about my grandmother dying and not seeing her ever again. I do not wish to go into too much detail about the whole story. It is enough to state that I was shocked about the whole thing. It is the next part of the story that is more fascinating anyway, because there was a passage from Scripture that kept repeating and it was from Matthew’s Gospel. “Come to me all you who are weary and labour and I will give you rest”. That passage was a part of the Sunday Gospel before I made the trip from Sydney to Melbourne for he funeral. It was the passage used during the funeral, and then it was repeated a few more times, until my PP recited the passage to me and I exclaimed that it had kept on cropping up… then a penny dropped.

    God works in mysterious way, and sometimes when people pray for things the opposite intention of the prayer happens. Thus it was when my oldest sister was laying in hospital in a coma after a car accident in January 1959. My aunt (a younger sister and not Aunty Doreen) had invited a number of strangers to accompany her to the hospital, and then had the temerity to tell my mother that she was praying that my sister would die. That sister is still very much alive so God answered the prayer, in His own way.

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    • Good story. I guess we never know what the plan is until afterwards. I was just recently checking up on a good priest friend who had spent all winter in the hospital with horrible auto-immune problems, seizures, memory loss and coma. I found myself praying at the time that he would pass on, but it wasn’t to be. He’s recovered and doing pretty well.

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      • chrissythehyphenated

        When my brother (father to 6 ages 11 and under) was diagnosed with Stage 4 brain cancer, I found I couldn’t pray for his healing. Instead, I felt led to pray that he and his wife and children would all become great soldiers for Christ.

        I told one person about this and she gave me such a hard time, like I didn’t care if he lived or died. But that wasn’t it at all. I asked God how to pray and then did what I felt Him telling me to do. Isn’t THAT what real faith is about?

        Anyway, one night, as I was praying again, I heard a voice saying, “All of your prayers for your brother and his family have been answered.”

        He passed away right around my birthday that year and then the week of HIS birthday, I felt his presence in my room as I was struggling to sit up and face the day. I cover my pain when others are around, but pulling it all together first thing when I’m alone, I just let it hang out.

        As I was sitting on my bedside, with my hands in my face, begging God for strength to face another day, I heard my brother say, “Is it always like that for her?” Someone beside him said, “Pretty much.” And that was all.

        Since he had never believed during his lifetime that I was really sick, I was enormously comforted by the idea that God saw to it that he faced the truth of my illness.

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      • God answers prayers in mysterious ways.

        When I pray for someone else I ask “if it is Your Will”.

        In that way God answers a prayer according to His Will, not mine. 🙂

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