June Fifth; Miracles Happen

Miracles do still happen.


Once upon a lifetime ago, back when I was around twenty years old, I purchased a citizen’s band radio. It was checked out before I brought it home, but you know, things happen. The person I purchased it from wanted to hear how it sounded. I hooked it up and moved to turn it around, and then it happened. Electrocution. It was an odd feeling, the electricity vibrating through my body, causing my hands to shake violently. But it was the shaking that caused me to come into contact with the plastic knob, causing the connection to be broken and me dropping the radio. I was still living with my parents. Mom rushed me to the hospital since my finger that had been in direct contact with the side of the radio was so badly burned. The attending doctor said that had I come into contact with wood, metal, or liquid, I would not have been sitting there in front of him. Every item he listed was within arm’s reach.


When my husband was alive, he was trying to find the receiver he was delivering to but was having problems. It was late, it was dark and he was frustrated. He didn’t have a cell phone and his GPS was being no help. He had pulled over in an attempt to get the GPS to give him a location when I person suddenly appeared beside his truck. They asked him if he needed help and when my husband explained, the person told him to follow him, he’d get him where he was going. And he did, then just as suddenly as he was there, he was gone.


After my fiftieth birthday I went for a physical. Up until that point my doctor had told me that he didn’t think I needed a mammogram, this time he said yes. The exam was scheduled, my cancer was found very early and taken care of successfully.


There was a time, when my husband was between jobs. He had lost his job due to the company closing and was having difficulties finding another due to lack of a high school diploma. Our son got his first job but needed steel toed boots. We had a credit card tucked away that we had not used. My husband told me to go get it and we would go get him the boots needed. I opened the drawer and right on top was a bank envelope. Inside the envelope was enough money for the boots and several pair of socks. Now, there are many possibilities of where the money came from. The thing is, I opened that particular drawer often. Why had I not seen it before then?

An individual I know personally fell. They were older. They were alone in their home. They managed to get up and get to a phone. They had a broken elbow. The doctor said that he had never known anyone who had broken their elbow like that to be able to get back up on their own. This person said they felt they had help. That someone or thing (?) had lifted them up and helped them to a chair. The doctor said they didn’t doubt that at all.


I could list other incidents, but without permission I won’t. I’ve already been mildly chastised for sharing things on social media without permission. Justifiably so, I know better.


I’ve read articles of people being found alive that had been missing for days, months, a year.

Sometimes though, we don’t get our miracle. It isn’t meant to be for what ever reason. My brother, was diagnosed with Leukemia on Friday. A lot of prayers went up on his behalf. He was taken home to be with the Lord the following Monday. He was healed, just not on this side.


I don’t know why, some miracles happen and some do not. I, human that I am, have limited vision and comprehension of time and events. I do believe that there is a purpose, even when I don’t know what it may be. All I can do is have faith and believe. And I do believe in miracles.

About rebecca s revels

A wife, a mother, a full time employee. A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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8 Responses to June Fifth; Miracles Happen

  1. So sad to loose your hubby. Hope you and your Brother will love a great life💗..

  2. hisprodigal1 says:

    “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways”, says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts”. – Isa.55:9-10

    So it is with miracles Rebecca. Unexpected, undeserved blessings I just gratefully accept and praise Him for.

  3. Sarah Davis says:

    I also believe in miracles.

  4. I also, believe in Miracles!

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