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When called to visit native brethren having a prayer meeting, I was reluctant to go, as my car was out of gas and my wallet was empty. But Spirit said go, so I went, and gas guage went up as I drove to the meeting, about an hour's drive. While there, a native brother was set free of torment as I prayed for him, energized by my amazing grace experience. Without a word spoken, someone took off his hat and passed it around, and these poor brethren emptied their pockets, to produce just enough gas money to get me home. As I journeyed home, gas needle went down fast, so I put in gas. Arriving home, the needle was where it was when I started.

Another time I was compelled to just drive south, daily for about a week in advance. Then one day it was so strong I jumped in my vehicle and drove south. Soon I spotted a man sitting on a roadside picnic table, his head down, as if distraught. It was a Russian soldier, a muslim, who spoke german, who'd come to Canada to look for his dad, not knowing what mosque he might find him at. He'd had all his money and his identity stolen while sleeping at a hostel, and was eating out of the picnic table garbage, no place to stay, no idea how to survive, let alone find his dad. Took him home, got him a german bible, outfitted him to continue his journey, dropped him off at same place I found him. Weeks later he phoned, shouting I believe, I believe. For thereafter others gave him rides, and money, even a car, and helped him find his dad, who'd died; But his uncle was alive, owned a mine, and this ex russian soldier was also a trained miner. He said I was the first, of many Christians, who'd freely helped him, in answer to his one word prayer to God: "help".

Once, while stopped at a red light on a freeway, a lady drove into the back of my car at highway speed. I'd seen her coming, flashed my brake lights, but she didn't slow down. Funny thing was, her car was demolished, undriveable; But even the dust on my rear bumper was unscratched. I got out to see she was ok, asked: didn't you see me? She said yes. So I asked: then why didn't you stop, or go around? She said, I don't know, it was as if I had to do it. She had just been released from the mental ward of a hospital. She pleaded with me not to call police. I said lady, I'm a minister of grace, I don't do law. Grace is sufficient, no law required. You're ok. My car is ok. Let's leave the principles behind, and go on.

2007-11-13 01:11:38 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2 0

I know someone said "my life" but that's really it for me.

I have a congenital hole in my throat. It was discovered when I was 5 during a check up. Technically I should not have survived as I should have aspirated when I ate/drank from the bottle. I have always eaten slowly but hey I am here.

Edit: In re-reading my answer I just discovered something unexplainable, possibly. Before the edit I stated "...as I should have aspirated when I ate/drank from the bible"
The "bible" LOL what a kick...I think I need to go now.

2007-11-12 14:45:09 · answer #2 · answered by queen of snarky-yack again 4 · 3 0

One time I was leaving to go to the store. I got on the highway and I felt this sudden feeling of dread, almost like a dark cloud hanging over me. I normally drive very fast, way over the speed limit, but I had this feeling that I should drive very carefully that day. On my way home, a car spun out across a four lane highway, smashed into the divider and flipped over. It smashed several cars in the process and I just barely missed being one of the cars that had gotten smashed. Had I been driving as I normally do, I would surely have been hit.

2007-11-12 14:53:46 · answer #3 · answered by dreamer - VT-AM 4 · 4 0

My old Toyota keeps running. I don't know why.
It should've broken down 100,000 miles ago, but it hasn't.
Still looks like new and runs like a top.

2007-11-12 13:16:57 · answer #4 · answered by ? 6 · 3 0

Five years ago, my Dad had a heart attack the day after Christmas. He died at home, as I slept soundly. There was no phone in my bedroom at the time, and I was so deeply asleep that I never heard the phone ringing downstairs over and over. In a dream that night, my Dad appeared to me, and said, "Wake up, it's time for me to go"...In my dream, I replied, "But Dad, you can't go, I still need you", and he answered, "I know, but you will be o.k."....I awoke a moment later, and heard the phone downstairs ringing at around 1:00 a.m. Shortly thereafter; I arrived at the hospital to find that my Dad had died many hours before. Still gives me goosebumps when I recall that dream.....

2007-11-12 13:21:48 · answer #5 · answered by starcrssdlover 6 · 7 0

I've told this story a few times here - but here it is again... :)

Whilst driving down the highway at about 110km per hour, I fell asleep at the wheel.
I awoke about 2 seconds before hitting the median between the highway and the ramp. I would have been killed instantly.

blessings :)

2007-11-12 14:56:56 · answer #6 · answered by Ramjet 5 · 4 0

My husband decided he loved me, even though I'm not pretty or rich and was very overweight at the time.

Then along came Jesus Christ and decided to forgive me and give me salvation and eternal life, just because I asked.

2007-11-13 00:19:19 · answer #7 · answered by anna 7 · 3 0

I had a miracle healing from a severe attack of pancreatitis. Usually it takes many months in I.C.U. on an I.V for the pancreas to recover after an attack of this type. I was completely recovered in five days after being on an I.V. The doctors had no explanation. They said that it was bizarre. I know who healed me though. It was the great physician, God. Praise him.

2007-11-12 13:40:47 · answer #8 · answered by Freedom 7 · 6 0

was driving through texas a few years back, and i was watching my odometer, because it was about to flip over to 10,000 miles. well, the next thing i remember, i was on the side of the road (by myself, no cops) and the odometer read 10,004. where the four miles came from, how i ended up on the side of the road without killing myself, and how long the entire sequence took, i have no idea. to this day, i have not the slightest clue what happened.

2016-05-22 21:37:08 · answer #9 · answered by ? 3 · 0 0

Last night, I hit an owl while driving.

True story. I have NO explanation for that one. But it really freaked me out...

2007-11-12 15:08:53 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 1 0

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