Miracles in life appear in diverse packages. There are those that take place in a flashing instant, others that occur over a life span, and more others that occur when you are not even anticipating them. Regardless of what the type of miracle it is, miracle brings in us a wonder and an admiration at something unfathomable. A miracle that defines a wonderful accomplishment is what we all fancy to happen for ourselves. What truly aids a miracle to come to life, in my opinion, are: first, faith in God and second, goodwill.

 

For years I have taken note on little and rather enormous miracles in my life and in the lives of individuals I have personally known or stumbled upon day after day. Since college days I have been broadcasting life stories that depict miracles as I recognize them to countless souls through magazines and dailies. Those stories were unequivocally spirit-uplifting. They were the sorts that offered a smile to frowning faces. Or inspiration to the heartbroken. Stories from everyday miracles. Inspirations from everyday stories.

 

One inspiring story I dearly love was about the miracles of "flyday" nights. Being one of the first pieces that found light for publication, I happily narrated the moments when most people of our organization fly. This was not about horrible winged creatures in horror films. It was about pure recognizable triumph over darkness as it quivered at the slight sight of light. Warriors in white robe, we were called then.  Flyday night refers to a Christian gathering of students, teachers and communities on a Friday night that knows no mercy for all legions of demons and the likes. Those nights brought so many miracles to so many devotees.

 

The life of Doods was the first miracle I saw. He was an unwanted child. His mother never planned for his coming and irrefutably attempted to abort him. He grew up without anything to call his own. Love was deprived of him just as happiness was insufficient to make his life as normal as the other kids around him. He could never forget how he silently rebelled for what he had gotten in a life he described as entirely miserable. The pain all to himself, he searched for satisfaction and found it among friends hooked on spending free time in school sniffing "powder". If schooling was the reason he was sent by relatives miles away from home, for him it wasn't so. Bitterness engulfing him, he thought he was born to have fun with drugs and alcohol and no one has the power to stop him from having it all. No one was there to tell him he was moving fast towards a sure dead end.

 

However, there is, on occasion, an unutterable lose twirl to a tight spot the human brain cannot comprehend even. What came next was Doods' twist – the greatest miracle he could never forget and never dreamed of or wished for. So sudden, it was. He was tagged by a stranger to attend a healing seminar one Flyday night.  For someone who had been through a lot of pain, a cloud of doubt hovers over him. Prayer is not found in his vocabulary.  Worst, he constantly questioned the existence of God. But that night became a perfect moment for one living soul. He cried like a baby, asked for forgiveness in front of a multitude of people and that instant was forgiven.  When he came out of the church he was changed! No one and nothing stood stronger against God's strength that night.  It proved to him that real happiness laze not on entertainment and other creature comforts, but to God.

 

He found a sanctuary, no ground in nature, no place and dwelling of man could ever give. Years later, he entered the seminary and started a new life, taking his own flight to what he believes now is reality.

 

I have been a spectator to a number of God's miracles in the past and almost always I feel the pulse to share them with people through my writings.  When someone invited me to share stories with them for an online site, it was a prayer answered.  I have been longing to articulate each opportunity that take place in my life and eventually transform another.  Each piece that I write I always hope to be a miracle at work.

 

It might be a little leap for a big hope. But I pray that every leap, insignificant it may seem, would help others find in their lives their own share of God's wonders. There is no coincidence. A miracle is a performance of God who chooses to stay anonymous. Believe and share your miracles.

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