I'm sorry that you feel that it's okay to say things that you know are false. Not that I'm surprised at your bent toward lying, given the fact that you believe that miracles happen all over the place. It must surely be easier to lie to yourself about me than it is to lie to yourself about God.
I'm sorry that you feel like giving God credit for non-existent miracles gives Him glory.
I'm sorry that you feel like lying to yourself equates to living a fuller life.
I guess it's time to tell you about some, but not by any means all, of the miracles that have happened in my life.
When I was in the first or second grade I was running home after school and ran out into the road I had to cross to get home. I heard the screeching of tires to my left. The driver's eyes were huge and he was hanging onto the steering wheel with all his might. He couldn't have been ore than 10 or 15 feet from me. This was not just a city street. It was a paved country road just on the edge of town and he had to have been going around 40. I turned to run back in the same direction I came from and the next thinng I knew I was standing back on the sidewalk I'd just run off of. That guy slid half way through the intersection so if my guardian angel hadn't moved me I would have been either killed or badly injured.
In the eighth grade my guardian angel spoke to me. I was just dropped off in our driveway coming from school. My older brother was heading out to feed cattle for a rancher whose horse had rolled on him and crushed his ankle. My brother is a pervert and I had been waking up in the middle of the night and he'd have his hand in my shorts playing with me. I'd roll over and pretend I hadn't woke up. He went ever further a few months later. He was asking me to kiss him and putting his arm around me attempting to kiss me. It so freaked me out I finally spat in his face. I ws too scared to tell my parents because a few years earlier my old man screamed and yelled at me and told me that I was the cause of everything that went wrong for the family. That was over something my brother had done to me and the old man wouldn't believe that my brother had started the entire thing so I wasn't about to get whipped or screamed at for doing nothing wrong again.
Back to the story. My brother told me to get into the truck and go with him because he needed help. It was then my angel spoke to me. He told me noy yo get into the pickup because my brother was going to get into a wreck, I told my brother I didn't want to go and he started bullying me. Unfortuanately I had been bullied so long I allowed him to bully me into going.
It had been a really wet fall that year in southern Oregon and judt after we turned into the rancher's driveway we met a pickup coming down the hill. The driveway was only wide enough for two vehicles to squeeze by each other and when we did the right rear wheel fell into a washout that couldn't be seen from above. It took about a half hour to get out of that hole even with the handyman jack the other guy had in his pickup. Well er jet up to the rancher's place andmy brother promptly left me their by myself and took off with another guy to feed the cattle. He got back at close to dark. We started back down the hill and her was driving fast. We were going around an inside corner and he was runnung the left hand tire right on the edge of the road. I started to wonder what he was doing and just then the pickup started to roll over. I spun in the seat so I could hang onto the back of the seat. That was the last thing I remember until we stopped rolling. It was a steep hill and we had gone about a hundred yards down it. We were sitting on the wheels facing up hill with the back bumper against a big pine tree. We started to climb backupm the hill and I started feeling somthing warm on my right hand. I had these weird gloves that were some kind of faux leather on the back and palm of the hand with a knit material between them, I held up mu arm with my hand hanging down and there was blood running out of my right glove. When I got to the top I called my brother over to me and showed him the blood running out of my glove. He took one look and said he was going to run and call our parents so they could get there quicker and took off running up the road.
By the time I got to the top of the hill I was wondering why I was staggering and felt so weak. I had to pull myself up the handrails to the front door. I rang the door bell and the rancher's wife ansered it. She let out a little scream and let me in. She told me to sit on a kitchen she pulled out for me and told me to put my head between my legs. She called to her husbaand to come and get her a towell He came in snd they talked in really low voices for a little bit.
It's obvious my brother never told them I was injured and bleeding. And when our parents got there it wasw obvious that he hadn't told them either as the old man was suprised to see me with a bloody towel wrapped around my aem and still really pale. He asked to call the doctor from their phone so the doc could fix me up.
So there are a couple of the miracles that have happened in my life. There are at least several more.