we've been talking about the bible on the rapture thread started by Deanna. I'm no scholar but always been intrigued with the concept of a miracle. this is a short clip from a book I've written and its meant for inspiration and really happened.  if we understand what J said we can see his message was from love and so just wanted to say don't throw out the baby (bible) with the bathwater as a friend said to me once!

The Prayer

  Did you mean what you said?  I asked this of J, who was not here, but I imagined he might have sent one who had the same miracle minded understanding. You just never can tell about someone who was reported to be in more than one place at a time.  At that time higher self was an unknown and so as the concept of guides, operating from a benevolent universe concept. Still, I couldn’t deny the room was full of presence. I had seen pictures of angels as a child but the wings had confused me. It hadn’t seemed possible that they existed. The size of the wings could not possibly support their body weight. There was an aerodynamics problem there for sure. Someone would have to draw new pictures for us of what helpfulness looked like.
   I really wanted it to be true but jacking myself up to believe in a miracle was uncomfortable, especially to come right out and admit  my mistake. I knew I could not remain entrenched forever upon the floor without being discovered by the mistress who would see she wasn’t getting her money’s worth then I’d be in more trouble, so I remember asking god to hurry up and deliver, which is ridiculous I know. Finally I found within a place where fresh starts might be. I felt deserving. It felt warm and patient, like a forever feeling. We could allow ourselves to be forgiven in that place. Maybe I was supposed to be here now, in this position, perhaps part of something I couldn’t fathom, but would understand later. I waited for the healing signs keeping receptive.  It was subtle what was happening now, in a space in my head that was empty of anything but wonderment and sweet promise and that patience I mentioned. Had I perfected prayer in another body? I seemed to take to this like fish to water, swimming inside myself. I thought I heard behind me a sharp yet soft breath intake but wasn’t sure that I should be interrupted while conducting my important experiment. Perhaps the lady had discovered me in prayer and how embarrassing; she might think I’m being lazy. Don’t turn around DP said. Not even if she speaks. I sensed her movement back into the bedroom rather than heard a sound. It was as if a part of my awareness observed her soft retreat and had asked her to do this. I started thinking about her.  Was there enough healing for both of us? There was enough power as it turned out; I think the room was filled with it. She had been kind and perceptive to understand what I was doing and not make me stop and so I asked for her healing as well as mine; no doubt she was supposed to come in.
   As I awaited the signs that I’d got my healing, I detected nothing overt yet. I pondered whether I had been amiss in my believing exercise or not: I heard a command to “Start scrubbing the floor.” I was to think about nothing that was doubt. Don’t ask a question said the voice. The spirit voice I’d heard command me was feminine. I stopped to ponder on this. I still wanted this to be true. Thinking about nothing that was doubt took care of any thoughts at all I might have entertained. Was this faith? I checked my body to see if I still felt sick. I was afraid that I might fail in my experiment. The voice said never mind checking for sickness, just wipe the floor.
   Here again I would base my entire life on the answer I would get. I didn’t want to argue. It wasn’t the place.  I said back to the voice, ok, I’ll see what I can do about this floor. I don’t see the dirt, but maybe it’s there and maybe I will trust this voice. Yes, I will trust this voice just until I’m done with the floor, then I might ask again if I am healed. I proceeded to move in slow motion at first. I began to move faster and faster until the entire floor was done as enjoyment of work for it’s own sake entered which had certainly not been there before. This lively well being was all I needed to understand what a miracle healing is. It was life, it was new starts, but it was also physical vital energy which ran through the blood. It was the reason for living that you saw in a baby’s eyes. Healthy in body and spirit was our right. Who in their right mind would enjoy scrubbing a floor on their knees? I was indeed in my right mind but wasn’t sure how scrunching up my face and believing had got me there. Human loneliness and hope had been my sin, to try to use the body to bring satisfaction but I had wanted only this kind of love, to feel alive and loved by something greater than a boy with a bottle of fix it in his pocket.  My heart grew lighter as if to please the mistress was the greatest mission in all the world. I would make sure she was pleased; she too was a child of DP’s kingdom. We both had our troubles and we didn’t have to keep them. I was still going to go right back out there in the world and get in trouble again  because I was a free spirit in this life, unencumbered by religion, but for a moment I had opened the door and visited my real home and what J had said was totally correct. I was amazed.

and what he said? "whatever you ask if you ask believing, it will be added unto you"
(not exact quote) or "if u have the faith of a mustard seed.."
wherever I got this from, even if not from J, even it misquoted..I got a healing that day and it was because of these words handed down. thats all that mattered in the end that each of us can get a miracle to but ask. (I'm sure many of you have a story. welcome to post it here on the board. I would read you for sure.)

if anyone wants to read the rest of this roadsign chapter please go here to my space: and thanks for the read!
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