My Fun Miracal Stories

     Whether it was during a time I was stubborn and didn't believe in God, or a time when I know him and needed him, God has had his ways of showing me He in all around me. It's insane, the warming feeling I get when something happens to me and I KNOW it was his doing. He lets me know He's there, and it just leaves me with the most fun stories.

     One of my stories

I'll start off with the day I was saved. It was a life-changing day presented in the form of something terrible. In my sophomore year of high school I had this boyfriend. We'd been dating for a while. It was the week before the Wind Ensemble had their "MPA" which was our big competition, and our band director told us the friday before "Be careful this weekend, okay? I don't know what I feel I need to say this, but I was you all to be careful, our preformance is next week."

      That night we planned to meet his sister and her boyfriend at a movie, so I got ready in my room listening to "We are Broken" by Paramore, which was playing on suffle in my iPod speakers. My boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now) came to pick me up in his blue 2002 Hyndai Accent. We stopped at 7-11 and got a Monster energy drink, then went to get gas. I sat in the car waiting for him to pump the gas when I heard him all upset. He got back in the car and told me his credit card wasn't in his wallet. He was a pretty forgetful person, so I suggested he probably left in on his dresser at his house, and that it's only a 10 minute drive back. He was angry, and irritaed. He pulled out of the parking lot and started driving tword his house. It was around 7p.m. and it was already dark. He didn't see a car making a left turn until the last moment. He jerked the stearing wheel to the left, but that only turned the car to the point where I'd get the impact of the crash.

I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.

Everything happened in such a rush I don't even remember the crash. I just remember opening my eyes again and seeing the car full of smoke-- like a bomb had gone off. My boyfriend shouted and asked if I was okay. I thought about it. I said I was okay, and he told me we should get out of the car, since, you know, it was smoking and all. I opened the car door with my right hand, and got out. It wasn't until I got out that I realized my right hand was feeling funny.

Someone who had seen the crash called 911. I laid down the the grass on the side of the road, surrounded by these teens that had seen it happen, haha, they were cute, one girl was holding my hand. They called my mom, let her know, she of course was freaking out. But as I was laying on the grass looking up at the stars it hit me-- hard. I had NO seatbelt on, we were driving at 45 mph and hit a stationary car, and I was okay.

In the hospital room, once I'd gotten there, I felt the angels around me. For the first time in my life I not only believed in God, but he had shown Himself to me, and his amazing power and love.

Most important day of my life.

Okay! These stories I have left are fun and not scary like the last one, ha!

One day, at Anderson, I had just bought a brand new book of stamps and I had lots of things I needed to mail, including financial things for school. I had a gift for my little brother-- a Batman hat-- that I packed in a big envelope. I wasn't sure how many stamps I should put on it, so I took my book of stamps to the postoffice on campus. They told me four, okay, I put four, then I tucked my remaining stamps in my music bag and went to go practice for a couple of hours.

Once I'd gotten back from practicing I planned on mailing another letter. I looked in my music bag for my stamps...but they were not in there!

Frustrated, I went back to the practice room I was in, all the was across campus, and they weren't in there either. I searched my desk, my other bag, inbetween papers. Nothing. Defeated, I just went to the store and bought more.

That night I skipped dinner in the caf and planned to just have cereal in my room. I poured a bowl of Chex and set the box down on the flat surface of my desk. SOMEHOW, I believe it was Him, the box of cereal, which was on a flat surface, tipped over and all the cereal went everywhere!!

I was pissed. I got the vacuum from next door and started moving furniture around to clean up.

Behind my desk were my stamps I'd lost.

Another story of me losing things! haha.

This one is about my piano book. Every music education major has to study piano. I'm a beginner, so I had to buy this crazy $50 piano book to start learning. I had piano class on Thursdays at 10a.m. I got up that morning, looked everywhere, and realized I'd misplaced my piano book.

I've never been this terrible with losing my stuff!

I only took my piano book to class, then back. Thats it! It has never been in my car, or in another classroom, none of that.

I went to class without my book and just practiced scales.

The next week I was blessed, because piano class was cancled!

But the next week I wasn't so lucky. Defeated, I walked myself over to the campus bookstore and asked if they had the piano book since I'd lost mine.

The lady behind the desk was like "What color is it?"

"Purple."

She had it behind the desk. My name was in it and everything.

"I found it here in the bookstore, on a shelf!"

How on earth??

God again :)

The last story I'm going to share today is about my waterbottle and my umbrella.

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I love my waterbottle and carry it everywhere. Practice, class, work, caf, you name it. Annnnd then I lost it.

Why did this keep happening to me?

So, two days after I'd lost my bottle, it rained. I took my umbrella as I walked to my music theory class. When class was over it had stopped raining, so I didn't notice that I'd left my umbrella in class.

So now both my waterbottle AND my umbrella were missing, lost on different days.

Next time I went to band rehersal, both my waterbottle and my umbrella were sitting next to eachother on the seat I normally toss my bag on.

CRAZY!

:)

Jesus loves me! Teehee.