Have you ever experienced a miracle? Has something miraculous ever happened to you?

When I was 17 I developed a very severe plantar wart on the ball of my foot. I don't know how I got it, but it developed very quickly. As most plantar warts do, it continued to grow until it encompassed almost all of the bottom of my foot- I could barely walk.It was drastically affecting my life- I could barely walk- I couldn't go to school and the pain was unbearable.

Finally, my parents decided that they were going to pray for me and we did. The next morning I woke up and it was drastically reduced in size.By the following day, it had disappeared completely, pain and all. I've not told many people this, but out of those that I have, some said it was just my body healing itself, others agreed that it was a miracle.

I believe that it was indeed aided supernaturally (I personally believe in God). I haven't had any problem with warts since then!

It was the day God redeemed me of my sin. Just 8 months ago.

I know that some kind of a miracle has happened to me. I always start thinking, is it just a coincidence or is it the real deal. After a couple of small/big miracles I know that it's the real deal.

And even when I start doubting, I still knowledge it as Gods work.

I remember that me and my family lived in an apartment and wanted to live in a house, but the bank wouldn't let us. They told us that we never would be able to afford a house. Of course we prayed for a house.

And after a while, completely out of the blue, they changed their mind and we bought a house.

Life itself is a miracle. Biology is a miracle. How a plant grows; how our bodies work; how the stars shine; the changing of the seasons; to me, these are all miracles of Nature and God!

In second grade I had a sharp pain in my right arm. After going to several hospitals and enduring multiple cat scans doctors still could not figure out what was wrong. Their best guess was a form of rare bone cancer.

We went to a children's hospital for a second opinion where they took x-rays and found the ulna bone almost completely gone. How the early visits to the doctors did not come across this we will never know.

They set a cast and we prayed that whatever was happening to my bone would heal and I would be okay. After almost a year the bone was completely regrown and they took the cast off. I was suppose to go through months of rehab to get my wrist back in working condition, but amazingly I had full movement the day the cast came off.

It was determined that I was born with a rare dormant virus that lives in the bones and becomes present when activated usually by falling. It occurs in older people and usually only in the large long bones. Having it as young as I was and in my short arm bone was an extreme rarity.

We truly believe that God changed the cancerous disease into something less serious. I never should have survived, however I was blessed with a second chance.

To me, each breath is a miracle! Why? Stop breathing and see what happens or explain how breathing happens and why?

Since it remains a mystery I would say it's a miracle!

I cut my finger with a sharp knife and it was completely healed in less than a week. That is a miracle, but we take it for granted.

Well, it was like Moses lifting his hand above the water. The impossible happened right before my eyes and persisted for four minutes.

I had been assaulted by 6 drivers and their automobiles, but suddenly found the grace to forgive them cleanly and completely. I felt perfect responsibility and no longer a victim.

So, it seems there were several miracles that afternoon. All detailed in "Anatomy of a Miracle.

In 2009, one day I just felt compelled to go check the laundry room in the apartment complex where I lived. I walked down the stairs, doubled back, and passed my downstairs neighbor Linda's door.

I saw her newspaper sitting on her door mat. With no logical reason to back it up, I decided this meant she is dead. I think my mouth opened.

I wondered to myself, "What should I do? Should I force open the door? Get the manager?

What will I say to the manager? " Then I heard the Holy Spirit, "Pray for her.

I began to pace back and forth in front of her door. "Oh God, please help Linda," I was saying. "Don't let her die," I said.

I prayed a little in tongues because I did not know how to pray for a neighbor who is maybe dead inside her apartment.

Then, the Holy Spirit said, "Pray for her to rise from the dead. " So, very amazed, and now a little fearful because I realized she must really be dead, not just in a fearful part of my imagination, I began to pray, "Oh, God, please raise her from the dead. " As soon as I said that, I really felt the Holy Spirit come into me in a strong way.

Louder, I said again, "Please raise her from the dead, Lord. Please even raise her from the dead! " I felt really good about that.

I prayed a few more lines, and I just felt the work was completed. There was no more need to pray, and I knew it.

I didn't see her for two weeks. When I did, she called out to me excitedly, " Do you know where I've been? Do you know why you haven't seen me?

I was dead! " She said. Two weeks ago I went into arrest downtown.

The medics came, but I died. They only were able to revive me at the hospital. Did you know that?" she asked.

Definately, without a doubt the birth of my baby girl!

My best friend was rushed to the ER. Doctors could not figure out what was wrong. After a series of tests, they sent her home.

A few days later, she passed out again, and was unable to talk or move. It was as if she was paralyzed. Back to the ER--and more tests--still no answers.

This happened a third time and more specialists ran more tests. Still, no answers! I prayed--and God gave me an answer.

He revealed the root of her condition. I spent several hours with her and prayed. There were traumatic experiences in her life that God revealed as we prayed and we asked God to come in and for the trauma to go.

We also found that there were evil spirits behind much of the symptoms and we did a certain kind of prayer and in Jesus Name told them to go. She was totally fine after that, for several months. Then one day, the symptoms started to come back.

She realized that she was in the same room, with the same lady, as had been present in the previous three times. Instead of sending her to the ER, her work called me and asked me to pray. I prayed and took authority over the spirits and told them to go in Jesus name.

Immediately my friend felt better. We did this same kind of prayer for her daughter, and the seizures that she used to have regularly ceased. Her daughter even prayed for her hamster and it went from being almost dead, to active and lived a longer-than-average "hamster" life!

To me having a baby is miraculous so I consider the birth of my son to be a miraculous experience for me.

Good day Rev. I will assume that by the term miraculous,you mean anything beyond material phenomina. About 35 years ago while attending my Grandmothers funeral,sitting in the front pew in the chapple I distintivly herd what sounded like cut glass windchimes,as I looked around to see where it was coming from immedietly noticed approx 7 spherical orbs that were about the size of golf balls,which looked like engery charged dust particals contained within them. This was not a reflection as they were hovering together approx 18 inches under the valted celing and moved across the room,they were all grouped together as if all took the shape of a round grouping,However they looked independent of one another as they each sparkled a little differently and varried slightly.

This grouping moved under the celing and over the casket and then decended down to be over the casket at about 2 feet above it. They then proceded back up to 18 inches under the celing. All this time I'm still hearing this chime sound!

Then at about 30 degrees angle they all tore off at once,and then the sound left> I do not go to funerals ever since including my own parents!

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.