Expect Miracles in Your Life

What is a Miracle in your life?
Is it a fluke of nature?
Or is it a miracle?

If I look pragmatically and seriously at my own life I should have died at age 2 of whooping cough. But, instead of dying one night near Christmas in 1950 I was laying and coughing on my Scottish Grandmother's lap in an old 1940s style stuffed rocking chair while my grandmother sang, "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and the angels came and I was healed.

This wasn't something that I could have predicted at age 2. All I could do then was die. But, instead I was healed and this event created an ongoing pattern of miracles in my life. So, ever since like when I got Blunt Trauma childhood epilepsy at age 10 one Sunday morning after delivering the Glendale News Press on my bicycle at 6 am in the morning after delivering all my papers(I got up at 3:30 or 4 am and finished my newspaper deliveries by 5:30 after folding, and stuffing in my delivery bags and climbing on my bicycle and delivering my papers.

After my first seizure my parents hadn't told me I was having seizures. They only told me I was having nightmares but they asked me to give up my paper route and the boy who came from the Newspaper to take over my route 2 years later when I went to junior High became my best friend from age 12 until he joined the Air Force and went to the Viet Nam War and we lost track of each other because his mother moved to Santa Barbara and mine moved to San Diego. We then reconnected through yahoo.com emails in our 40s and climbed Vernal Falls in Yosemite before he died a couple of years ago.

By age 12 I thought I was going to die from seizures about once at night every 6 months. Each time they got worse up until age 14 and all the way to 15. I considered suicide a lot then rather than face near death each seizure. I wanted medical intervention but outside of a B-complex shot once in my posterior there was none acceptable to my father. So, I was alone and felt each time I had a seizure that I was being murdered. There is no difference at all in my experience than imagining being attacked in your dreams in a nightmare only to wake up and finding out you are being murdered. So, the trauma of recovery for a few hours each time at night was being in a state of traumatic shock. There is no doubt at all in my mind that these seizures would have killed me each time if I had been older than 30. It would be like dying of a severe heart attack from the traumatic terror of the experience. Imagine being murdered once every 6 months while you are sleeping? How long could you withstand this? Only because I was young and strong and resilient did I survive this. It wasn't really about bravery by my reckoning. It was about survival which is far more primal and basic. And because I survived whooping cough somehow I also survived Blunt trauma childhood epilepsy with no medical interventions through medications.

However, then something changed. I had been going to church for a year after a very traumatic seizure where I had run to my parents room and had broken my nose on the end of my half open door to my room and had woken up with my head in a pool of blood on the floor with my father trying to put a butter knife into my mouth to keep me from choking on my tongue. They never called an ambulance but they were sort of Christian Science in their thinking anyway. They never told anyone except a doctor they took me to starting when I was 12. All he did was recommend phenobarbitol as a medicine then. My father read up on it and it's side affects and refused for me to take it. So, I was alone. Survive or die. So, God became my resource for survival. Without God I would have died or become dysfunctional. So, God was my way forward along with mind over matter. So, the next time after the last seizure when I was attacked by thousands of warriors in a dream I knew I was going to die. So, I demanded God come into my Body in my dream to save me and he did. I have never been the same since. Because my experience in the dream was first thousands of beings attacking me to kill me and the next because God had come into my body I was now the General to millions of beings who became my army. I was a general at age 15 of the Army of God. How does one cope with that experience! Very carefully. But, when I woke up from this dream I was healed and never had another seizure again and found my supernatural abilities had increased 100 fold. I felt I had a tiger by the tail until I was about 32 and at times I was frightened of the supernatural abilities God brought into my life. But, I perservered and didn't give up and I grew into being a Supernatural General for God as he had chosen me to be this for all his children.

There was no need for me to tell anyone about this because people either would know when they met me or they wouldn't. There was no need to scare anyone about this. I was scared enough having God living inside my body with me all of the time. When you are chosen by God like this there is nothing theoretical about it. It is do or die. It is ongoing and never ending. It is like living like someone out of the Old Testament. There is nothing like it.

Expect Miracles in your life! I am witnessing to you that my life has been an ongoing miracle since I almost died of whooping cough at age 2 and the angels came and saved me. It hasn't been easy but God comes and saves me over and over again and he will save you too if you are open to it!