there are MIRACLES all around us!!!

Happy Friday all, I pray this is your last work day of the week and that you now are on the down hill swing to a wonderful and fruitful weekend.

In prayer this morning I got on bended knees praying and I felt a disconnect as I have for days, my mind has been so occupied with my current situation and I feel hopeless and helpless. I sit here in worry, heck I think I worry over worrying as of late. There are huge changes coming in my life and I am scared, I am anxious, I am excited, I am nervous..yes an entire arena of emotions I am overcome with..I know what I am doing is right for I feel it when I pray, it is just a matter of getting on with it. I have been praying for a huge miracle and today went to the internet to see if there was a "miracle prayer" I DID find several but in saying them I did not feel as if I was doing anything but reciting another's words. I then came across this and felt it helped me more than any of the pre written prayers, it helped me to understand the depth of prayer...

There is nothing more worthwhile than to pray to God and to converse with him, for prayer unites us with God as his companions. As our bodily eyes are illuminated by seeing the light, so in contemplating God our soul is illuminated by him.

First remember this.... God created everything, God can have anything -- God Can Give You anything and likewise he can take anything he desires from you -- he is all powerful - he is Almighty - and the impossible can be done in his name.  Yet, because he wanted it as so, there is only one thing that you have that you have power over that he does not, There is only one thing that you can offer God that he can not get on his own.

Your Love for Him.

There is no magical prayer for a Miracle, there only exists a private conversation with God.  God will perform miracles, but you must ask and Trust in him and his will.

So as I sat here, I did what I do every day, several times a day, I had a private conversation with Him, he knows the desires of my heart, he knows my intentions, he knows my needs and he knows my love for him. I love you father God and I lay my faith and trust in you and your will. I ask that you provide calm, peace, comfort, strength, and great love to all. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask these things in humility and love. Amen

Get your tissues ready for this one my friends, what a heart felt story of a wonderful, beautiful miracle....

A Miracle

  by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains came. Every five minutes ... every minute. But complications arose during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl became worse. The pediatric specialist told the parents to prepared for the worst.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They originally fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they planned a funeral.

Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he said. Week two in intensive care. It looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are not allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind. She decided to take Michael whether they like it or not. If he didn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother in Karen rose up strong, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he began to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray --- " Instantly the baby girl responded. The pulse rate became calm and steady. "Keep on singing, Michael." "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---" Her strained breathing became smoother.

"Keep on singing, Michael." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxed as healing rest seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

The next day--the very next day--the little girl was well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.