Brain Stroke Miracle Healing 6

Before we get to the Miracle Healing I experienced there’s one thing I’ve got to clear up.  It’s very important.  In fact, without this information my near death experience and the Miracle Healing I experienced would be incomplete.

It’s like giving an expensive crystal vase to your lover on St. Valentine’s Day, but failing to include a dozen red roses.

Details.  Heaven’s in the details.  And I was reminded of a very important detail about Miracles last Saturday.

I was watching the Nebraska football game at a local watch sight.  The bar was packed to “standing room only” with Husker fans raising the rafters with cheers of Go Big Red.  Very exciting.

It was the first game of the year and the noise level was off the charts.  It was hard to hear the people at your own table, if you were lucky enough to have a table.

Of course, I’m Irish.

Seems like I had the only reserved table in the illustrious history of this watch site.  A gift of the owner (via Quantum Selling).  Even the guy who holds the Note and Trust Deed on the property couldn’t get a reserved table.  (We let him sit with us.)

I became an instant celebrity.  The man to know.  Seriously, I can’t even tell you how many people came up to my wheel chair to introduce themselves.

People that had hardly noticed me before.  I guess Stoke Miracles are like Nebraska touchdowns; they just keep coming.

I was on cloud nine with all the attention, then right after we scored our second TD a remarkable thing happened.  I noticed a young woman talking to her friend and using her hands to help convey her message.  As I watched all the noise in the bar seemed to fade from the room.

The game, the crowd even the personal attention meant nothing.  For a few minutes those beautiful, delicate, twenty-something hands became my entire Universe.  I don’t remember the woman, who she was, or what she looked like…only her hands.

As she talked to the friend she waved those precious fingers about. Emphasizing, dismissing, welcoming her way through the conversation with the nobility and grace of a butterfly.  She’d seemed to finger her way across an imaginary keyboard producing a soundless symphony of joy and adulation to life itself.

It was a thing of beauty, but all I could see, all I could think of, was my loss.

I thought of all the simple things, the little miracles, I took for granted before my stoke.  Like opening a bag of chips or a bottle of water.  Or walking to the park or picking up my new grandson.  Like scratching my left arm or typing with both hands…

Or waving my hands and fingers as I talked.

I’m alive, yes.  I chose life.  And I’m glad I did.  I knew it would be difficult.  But let’s be clear, I do miss my life.  The life I had before Stroke Tom.  Sometimes I miss it so much I almost lose perspective.

I think too much about my struggle and forget why I’m here.

This is why I’m worried about telling you the Miracle Healing I experienced the instant I chose to live.  I don’t want you to focus on that particular how and forget the why.

We are here to grow and to learn.  That’s what’s important.  How that happens is different for each of us.

And I don’t want you to need another big Miracle to believe.  To keep your trust in the power of the Universe.

Because when you surrender you will the Universe, God will open the doors, provide the means, make safe your path and guide your way.

Fact is your life is already full of miracles.

Some miracles are more memorable.  Some make better stories.  And some are too easily dismissed by coincidence or luck or whatever.
So, I don’t want you to think your miracles are too normal and commonplace to be valued as an honest to God, verifiable Miracle.

Truth is you can find a way to debunk any Miracle if you so choose.  Because if you believe there is nothing more to the mind than matter, then you will not believe any Miracle.

And the Unlimited Power of Creation will be lost to you.

It’s easy to look only to hard work as the source of our good, but the truth is all our good comes from God.  It is our job to remember that.  Every minute of every day.  And miracles help us remember.

I’ve put this off long enough.  Open your heart and put your mundane, rational brain on standby.  One Secret and one honest to God, Miracle Healing coming up next.

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