Asking God

If you’re like me most days, you don’t ask God for miracles.You don’t expect them, and they don’t happen.
My arthritis flares up. I mutter and take an aspirin. A lymph node feels enlarged. I make a note to ask the doctor about it. I need to avoid eating wheat, or my digestion is interrupted. And so on.

Miracles in the U.S.

I went to an amazing Global Awakening prayer conference just recently in Orlando. I and others laid hands on a woman and prayed for her back, injured in an accident. She pitched forward suddenly from the waist and then straightened. She had felt the vertebrae in her back realigning, she said. She could bend and twist without pain now. So cool. Thank you, God!

Ask, seek, knock

It’s a funny thing about miracles. You need to ask for them. If you don’t, they don’t happen. If you do, maybe they happen, maybe they don’t. It’s all up to God, whose ways are higher than our ways and whose thoughts are higher than our thoughts.