I Believe in Miracles
I believe in miracles. At a very young age I began to get an idea of what a miracle was. Dallin H. Oaks defines a miracle as “a beneficial event brought about through divine power that mortals do not understand and themselves cannot duplicate.”
When I was six years old I had my first experience when a miracle took place in my life. I was in our small front yard taking golf lessons from my father in a small cul-de-sac. My father laid down the golf ball on the freshly cut grass. As he swung and hit the ball across the street, my two older brothers Jeremy and Michael ran as fast as they could to retrieve the ball, but shortly found out it had landed in the dog kennel. As the dog viciously barked they backed away and didn’t dare go in to get it. Being the brave little kid I was; not thinking twice, I decided I would retrieve the ball. I ran quickly but never made it across the street. My neighbor at the end of the cul-de-sac was driving an old rusty gold station wagon, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I don’t remember much, but my dad said when I collided with the car I was like a wet noodle being flung through the air. I flew ten feet and rolled five more. My body was limp. My father for sure thought I was dead. My two brothers and dad ran to me but there was no sense of life. They picked me up off the gravel covered road and laid me in the grass. After a few minutes I came back to and took my first breath. My skin was covered in cuts and scrapes and they were worried something might be wrong. They quickly rushed me to the hospital where the doctor cleaned the gravel from my skin, but found no broken bones or any other damage.
Was this a miracle or coincidence? Many people have stopped believing in miracles. It is much easier for me to believe in them, than to pretend they never happened because they cannot be explained. Miracles happen in many ways, they can be a mighty change in heart, a new born baby, or even overcoming a trial. You have to believe in
When I was six years old I had my first experience when a miracle took place in my life. I was in our small front yard taking golf lessons from my father in a small cul-de-sac. My father laid down the golf ball on the freshly cut grass. As he swung and hit the ball across the street, my two older brothers Jeremy and Michael ran as fast as they could to retrieve the ball, but shortly found out it had landed in the dog kennel. As the dog viciously barked they backed away and didn’t dare go in to get it. Being the brave little kid I was; not thinking twice, I decided I would retrieve the ball. I ran quickly but never made it across the street. My neighbor at the end of the cul-de-sac was driving an old rusty gold station wagon, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I don’t remember much, but my dad said when I collided with the car I was like a wet noodle being flung through the air. I flew ten feet and rolled five more. My body was limp. My father for sure thought I was dead. My two brothers and dad ran to me but there was no sense of life. They picked me up off the gravel covered road and laid me in the grass. After a few minutes I came back to and took my first breath. My skin was covered in cuts and scrapes and they were worried something might be wrong. They quickly rushed me to the hospital where the doctor cleaned the gravel from my skin, but found no broken bones or any other damage.
Was this a miracle or coincidence? Many people have stopped believing in miracles. It is much easier for me to believe in them, than to pretend they never happened because they cannot be explained. Miracles happen in many ways, they can be a mighty change in heart, a new born baby, or even overcoming a trial. You have to believe in