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Miracles

For Some time now I’ve been learning about miracles, mostly from a book but also from some real-life experiences. Honestly, I don’t think there is a better topic for a report, especially for me.


So, we’re going to go back to the first miracle I ever experienced. I was five years old, and I was in the kitchen with my mom. I wanted to be saved, so my mom told me, “If you confess with your mouth and believe with your heart that Jesus is Lord you shall be saved.” It was at that moment that I became a Christian.


I know most of you are probably thinking that’s not a miracle, but I guarantee if you ask the five-year-old me, there would be no way to convince him otherwise. Honestly, I would still say the same today because its where my story began.


Fast forward a few years, I was going through some hard times, and I could really use a miracle to pull me out of the ditch I was in. But instead of grabbing the hand that would have pulled me out of the ditch, I kept digging deeper until I couldn’t’ even see a way out of the hole. I had hit rock bottom.


Even though I had completely let God down, I thought that maybe He could still pull me out. Maybe I hadn’t gone too far. When I asked for help, all I heard was silence.



It wasn’t for another three years until I heard God’s voice, but to my surprise the miracle He sent to get me, was my parents. Which was exactly what I needed.


A few more years passed, and I was fourteen years old. Things were going great when my family received news that my grandma had stage four cancer. It tore my family apart. So, we did the only thing we could, we prayed. But instead of her being healed, the cancer spread across most of her body, and she had to be put in the hospital.


We prayed for healing once again, this time her oxygen level was very low, so she got put on a ventilator. At this point most of my family thought there’s no way, very few still believed she would live, and I was one of those people that still believed.


I thought back to what my mom told me in the kitchen, “if you believe in your heart.” So, I prayed one more time.


A few days had passed when suddenly we got a call from the hospital, they told us her vitals were doing well today, if we’re going to take her off, now’s the time. So, we decided it would be the best thing to do for her.


When they took her off the ventilator things went very smoothly, however, there was no sign of the cancer getting smaller, so they suggested we make her as comfortable as possible at home.


Which is basically saying her time is short. I didn’t understand, and honestly, I still don’t. With the amount of cancer that is in her body she should be dead already, but God’s not done with her yet!


And so, with that being said, every time I see my grandma, I see a living, breathing miracle, that’s alive and will continue to thrive. The only way to describe it is as a miracle.


Written by Eli Chandler

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