Angel Miracle Stories
I had just given birth to my first child and was only twenty years old. (Her father had left us when I was four months pregnant). I had fallen into a deep depression.
One night, after I had put my daughter to sleep, I laid in my own bed in the dark, talking with God. My desperation was so deep, that I begged him for a sign that things would be alright.
I had fallen asleep, and was dreaming (or so I thought) when the air in the room turned quite warm. I saw two angels before me. They seemed to be female and only one would communicate with me. They spoke though their lips did not move. They told me that God loved me and that everything would be alright.
The love I felt inside was so intense that I wanted to cry with joy. I woke up feeling born again. Nobody could take that feeling from me.
I had that dream sixteen years ago, and never forgot it. When I feel like giving up, I look back to this moment, and KNOW that God and his love is always with me.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.S. from CA.
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November 2, 2009 my best friend Charles was killed in a car accident. On January 13 2010 My four friends and myself (age 17) were driving around because we were bored. Everyone in the car was really close to Charles. At an intersection a van t-boned my car. By the way the van who it me was driven by a drunk driver and it was a hit n’ run. My air bags didn’t go off. I should be dead.
I can’t remember anything but a voice that said “I’m here.” And I walked away with little injuries. That night I woke up talking to myself, and I believe I was talking to Charles. I remember waking up saying “But it hurts so much.” I believed Charles saved my life.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.P.” from OH.
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After I left my abusive husband, I moved back to my hometown. I had no idea what I was going to do and needed to be sure my family and I were safe. I was also concerned about my children’s health, especially my baby who was just 9 months old. She tends to become sick without showing any real symptoms.
After we arrived back to my hometown, something was amiss with here. I kept taking her to doctors and they kept telling me nothing was wrong. I woke up one Sunday morning, only to feel the coldest cold I have ever felt. Then I saw an angel standing to my right and was told to “leave *the name of my hometown.*” His voice was so authoritative and so magnificent, I dared not disobey. I immediately started packing and since the next train was 3 days away, I had made plans to call some churches in case I need help en route to my destination.
When we arrived at a stop for an hour layover, I took my baby to the nearest walk in clinic. The doctor examined her and explained to me, she was only there covering for another doctor and that she thinks my daughter may have double phemunia. She also explained to me that normally they would send for xrays first then call the patient if any thing was wrong. But in this case, she explained, she felt my daughter was very sick. She did give me a prescription for my daughter. I called a minister and explained my situation and they allowed me to stay with them for a few weeks.
A few days later, I did receive a call from the doctor’s office after they received the x-rays back. It turned out that my baby did in fact have double pneumonia and it was the type that could not be heard with just a stethoscope. My baby now is 21 and engaged. I thank god for the miracle of divine intercession especially for sparing my daughter’s life.
This miracle was submitted by “B.M.D.” from Canada.
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My name is Roger and I have been on my own since I was 17 years old. At that time I joined the Marines and have experienced many miracles and angelic assistance daily. I live with a true angelic friend named Ramon, who has guided me every day of my life. Giving me guidance and assistance when I need it.
Moving forward in time… my forty’s…I still had my life long dream of becoming a teacher. Yet barely graduating from high school and having no college education, I more or less gave up on my dream. I was doing extremely well in the corporate world, becoming a specialist and then a director in the baking industry. Yet I still had that nagging yearning to teach.
Then one day I found a posting in my office for a performance consultant, or in other words a corporate trainer. My dream job! The problem was one of the requirements was that you MUST have a college degree. So I felt like I could never even apply, let alone get the job. But one of the things the Marines taught me was to try. So I applied!
With a dream of teaching I was excited to at least give it a chance. But then came another block. I got a call and the person on the phone said don’t even think about an interview because they had 6 people that had applied for the job and everyone of them had wonderful applications along with strong references.
This was totally depressing as the person that called was one of the decision makers and she told me that I would not even be considered for the position. They had way to many qualified applicants so they wouldn’t waste time interviewing me.
Now I kept hearing Ramon say in my head to keep trying, yet I was so depressed and felt defeated. I just gave up, thinking I could never get it now! So I let go of my dream and began working harder to keep my mind off this loss.
About a week later, I got a call from that same lady who said we decided to give you an interview, (she said, off the record, we didn’t want any law suite) So not owning a suit I went wearing a shirt and tie. Seeing everyone else dressed to kill, I really still felt defeated.
What happened next I still am confused about!
I went in with all these other people and one after another they walked in and walked walked out excited. It was like watching them offered the job. I was about ready to leave, without even interviewing. I got up to leave, when they called me in for my interview.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into a room filled with five high executives that were “who’s who” in our corporation. People I knew existed, yet I never thought I would meet, let alone interview with, including the lady that called and told me not to expect getting the job.
In the middle of the interview, they stopped and huddled together. Oh Oh! What did I say wrong? When the huddle was over, the person in charge said, “We’ve heard enough!” I thought…man did I blow it! But then he finished, “We love what we have heard so far and want to offer you the job!”
I heard myself say: “What?” He smiled and said we want you! You are what we have been looking for. We do need you to go in for some testing, yet what we see, we know you’ll do great!
I would never believe it if it didn’t happen to me. But I had that dream job for three wonderful years, all three years were like I was in a dream. Getting paid to travel all over the United States, on mini vacations, with someone else paying everything!
When I got the job I heard a voice say, “You will have this job for three years, than you will move on to the your real mission in life.”
I didn’t care, all I knew was I had my dream job! But then two years and 9 months later I got called into the office and told they were down-sizing due to 9-11 and I was being given 3 months to find a new job. 3 months plus the 2 years 9 months equals the three years I was told.
Now I am a teacher of angelic work, I do and teach a healing system that was given to me through angelic assistance they have had me call “Angel Hands.” I teach people how to hear their own angels with ease.
I also teach body workers and massage therapists how to combine their dream work with the business teachings I used as a performance consultant in the corporate world.
I live with passion and love for everything in life. I have the belief that we all have angels that help us if we ask for their help and that as more and more of us unite the balance of the world will be where love is what drives everything. So I will finish for now with my prayer to all…Love, Peace, Joy, and Abundance to All!
This miracle story was submitted by “R.H.” from CO
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God allowed me to live three times.
The second time was in July, 2000. I’d been really sick for months and months and all I could eat was yogurt and fruit cocktail and green beans. I was in the hospital in June 2000 for 10 plus days. I passed bile from both ends for most of those days.
The Chief of the hospital told my husband and me that it was my gall bladder, but they couldn’t operate because my gall bladder wasn’t showing up as bad. I signed myself out because I decided I could go home and die. They weren’t doing anything for me there.
By the end of the next month, July, 2000, I went to a doctor’s appointment and my white blood count went to 20,000. The first time I’d been hospitalized in June, it was 15,000. I’d also like to say, the first time I went into the hospital, I’d driven myself there and had my father-in-law with me because it was his appointment day, not mine.
My doctor saw me in the waiting room and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I brought my father-in-law for his appointment. He said while you are here, let me check your white blood count, and that’s when it was 15,000.
My father-in-law was stranded. It was about an hour and a half drive from home so my husband had to come get my father-in-law. Then, on the July visit, I’d had an appointment with the eye doctor. I was out of my acid reflux medicine and went to my clinic to have it refilled.
My doc came out and said while you are here, let me check your white blood count. It was 20,000 and again, I drove myself to the hospital. My doctor informed me that there were no surgeons on duty at the VA hospital and he transported me to a civilian hospital (Rowan) there in Salisbury.
The doctor was waiting for me in the ER. He immediately sent me for an ultra sound and gave me a Demerol shot because by the time they finished the ultra sound which is not painful at all, it did leave me in pain because of the pushing of the instrument on my stomach around the gallbladder.
When the Dr. came in, he asked me if I had any family with me and I said no, but my husband was on his way because my VA doctor called him. The Dr. said it was my gall bladder and he said he was going to try to do my surgery the next day in the morning, but if he could get the crew together he wanted he’d do it at midnight. At the time he told me this, it was approx. 4:30 pm.
He kept coming in and asking me if my husband had gotten there yet. I said no. Finally at 5:45 pm, my husband arrived and my Dr. came in and asked if it was my husband. I introduced the Dr. to my husband, they shook hands and the Dr. said kiss her good-bye we are going in now to take her gall bladder out.
That was a far cry from midnight or early in the morning. He explained to my husband that it was a 45 min. surgery and I’d be in recovery about that long and if I did well, I could go home the next morning and he said if my gall bladder wasn’t inflamed he was going to use laser.
While on the operating table, both my lungs collapsed, my gall bladder was gangrene, and ruptured and dead. I also got pleurisy and pneumonia in both lungs. When the surgery was over, the Doctor told my husband I was not going to make it. I had to go on life support for a few days, then when I wasn’t doing much better, they went ahead and took me off. They never even bothered to put me in ICU.
By the grace of God, I lived and I got out of the hospital 8 days later. The Lord has been good to me. That was not my first miracle for myself. My first miracle happened years before, in 1976 I had a head-on collision going 60 mph.
I lived and had a broken neck, but didn’t know my neck had been broken until over 20 plus years later. I knew I was hurt at the time, but there was no technology to see a hairline fracture in 1976, like there is today. My head bobbed like the little dogs that people have in their cars.
I praise God for both those miracles and for the one I just got. And the most recent miracle came just a month ago. There were 2 nodules found on my left lung that the doctor thought was suspicious. The “C” word was never used. I went into the hospital on Aug 16, and had the surgery to remove those nodules that day. I had to go on life support because it was my lungs they were operating on and the ventilator helped me breathe until I could do it on my own.
I got through the surgery just fine and the nodules were benign, praise the Lord!!! I did alright for a couple of days off the life support. But, after that, I couldn’t breathe right and I had a fever of 104, they packed me in ice and I caught sepsis and also pneumonia and was put on life support again.
I saw angels in my room, 3 on the right side and 1 on the left side of my room, and I saw white angels guarding the gates of Heaven and I saw the most beautiful white light coming out of the top of the gates that these huge angels were guarding.
It was a gut wrenching experience because God allowed me to live and He also allowed me a glimpse of glory. It was so amazing that the first week I tried to talk about it, I couldn’t do it without crying and sobbing my heart out.
The doctors gave me a 50-50 chance. Because of the Lord and His love for me, His child, I lived. I love the Lord with all my heart and soul. I was in the hospital for about 16 days with 14 of them in ICU. I give all the glory to the Lord for loving me enough to let me live through all these things.
I also praise Him for allowing me to have angels to watch over me and protect me and I am so blessed to be able to see a glimpse of Heaven. God is truly wonderful and loving and kind. Most of all, He is real, very real and I was on lots of prayer lists and I feel like every prayer that went up for me is why I am here today recuperating.
These three miracle stories were submitted by “L.C.” in MS
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A few years ago,a friend and I took our boys swimming at a local beach. It was a very hot day so the beach was very crowded. As the boys went out into the water, my friend and I sat nearby talking to each other but keeping a close eye on the boys.
A few seconds later we looked back out to check on them and I didn’t see my son. I got up and went closer to the water to see if I could see him in the large crowd of swimmers. What I saw next was the most frightening sight I’ve ever experienced.
My son had gone too far out into the water and was drowning. Every time he would come up he scream for help. Not being able to swim myself, I felt completely helpless as a mother. I began to yell for the lifeguards but no one seemed to hear me.
Finally, a tall man with long hair and a beard appeared carrying my son out of the water. I was so happy my son was safe I grabbed him from the man and hugged him as hard as I could.
When I turned around to thank the man, he was gone and no one but my son and I seemed to have seen him. To this day, we still believe that was an angel who pulled my son from that water. My son says he looked a lot like Jesus.
Thank you God for saving my sons life.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.K.” in OH.
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I am sending you a picture of a billboard that St Joseph’s Medical Center put up of me in San Joaquin County. They are in the Stockton, Lodi, Tracy, Modesto and Manteca communities. I am in my 38th year of teaching World History and coaching football and softball at Linden High School.
On January 16, 2003, I had the most dynamic experience of my life. On January 13th, 2003 I suffered a heart attack after softball practice. I was taken to St Joseph’s Medical Center by Ambulance. A stint was placed in my heart and I was taken to the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit where a nurse weighed me at 360 lbs.
Three mornings later, January 16, I suffered a major heart attack, the nurses who responded saved my life. Another stint was put in my heart. I was told I need to lose weight or die. Over the next 8 months, through dieting and exercise I lost 170 lbs, had two more stints, failed 4 cardiolite stress tests, and finally in August of 2003, after my 5th failed stress test, my cardiologist told me I needed open heart surgery.
I told the doctor that we were a week into football, and that school was about to start, that this wasn’t a good time. He told me that actually this was the best time, for without surgery, I didn’t have much time left at all.
I had a triple by-pass open heart surgery on August 26th, and when I woke up, I could tell my world had changed for the better. I was back on the field coaching football 6 days later. I now run 3-4 miles a day, my shirt size has gone from a size XXXL to a size L, my waist from a size 46 to a size 32.
My softball team went 26-4 in 2004, I was selected as the California State High School Softball ‘Coach of the Year’, and in 2005 the team went 29-0, and we were the California State Division IV Softball Champions.
My two granddaughters have been born since my heart attacks, I raised $10,000 for the American Heart Association’s Heartwalk, I was selected as the San Joaquin County AHA ‘Volunteer of the Year’ in 2005. I spoke at the Food 4 Less Pro Am Golf tournament, and at the St Joseph’s Medical Center/AHA ‘Affair of the Heart’s Silent Auction. We raised over $90,000 that evening.
I had 6 youngsters speak at our first football game this last September. All are heart patients. One of the youngsters, a 10 year old girl needed a heart. She received her heart on Thanksgiving Day this past year. I speak to heart patients every Saturday morning at St Joseph’s Medical Center. There is a huge need to get the message across that a bend in the road is not always the end of the road. In my case, it was the beginning of a whole new life. I honestly believe that during my second heart attack, the people who responded to my call were actually angels disguised as nurses.
Life is Good. Miracles do indeed happen.
This miracle story submitted by “M.M.” from California
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I was at a junction in my life when I felt the call of God tugging at my spirit. I had several incidences that were leading me to Him: tickets to a Christian play that mysteriously were put in my mailbox, with just enough tickets for my husband and two children; my son continually talked about Jesus; and eventually I began to ask questions.
I was a doubter and considered myself too “well read” to believe what I thought of as a farytale. Many of the books I had read up to that point led me to believe Christianity was a way to make ancient governments keep the people in check, so to speak. I had read books that spoke of secrets and cover-ups that made the Bible untrue.
But as we all know, once God speaks to us, we can’t forget. I felt His pull and a few events happened that led my family and me to church. I was also surrounded by a good Christian group of women at my new job (coincidence? I think not).
Eventhough I was trying hard to become a part of God’s family, but my doubts were in the way. I prayed and cried to God that I needed him and wanted to believe, to please erase any doubts I had so that I could love Him unconditionally and quit questioning faith. What I didn’t realize is that God was already working in me!
In the last few months leading up to this, I had somehow developed an interest or you may say a yearning to give to others. Charity, animal shelters, clothes for need children. You name it and I wanted to help. This was very unlike me, as I can be a little self-absorbed.
One day at work (I work in a hospital), as I was getting on the elevator, I saw a very non-descript lady of about 55 or so who was already on. I saw that she already had FLOOR #1 button pushed and that was where I was going, too. I smiled and said, “I’m going to Floor One, also.”
After that I began to get lost in my own thought. Just as we were getting to our floor, I heard an almost muffled voice, but noticeable and clear (if that makes any sense) say to me…”Thank you for your work.” I kind of shook myself a little, because I wasn’t sure I heard this lady correctly and at first what she said to me didn’t make sense. I looked at her and said “huh?” It was then I really looked at her for the first time.
She never repeated herself, she just smiled serenely and as I looked in her eyes a glimmer, a light, if you will, seemed to pass across her eyes (it reminded me of the way car headlights look going across a window in a house at night). They actually gleamed.
I was left speechless and suddenly very backward. And without her repeating, I just inherently knew what it was she just had said. I kind of stammered and said “Oh, uh, thank you.” And I smiled.
The door opened for us to get off on Floor One, which I did. But the lady stayed on. When I turned back to look at her, she seemed almost a blur to me. My mind was racing because I knew something had just happened here. It seemed odd that she had my floor already pushed on the elevator when I got on as if that was the floor she was going to also, but she never got off.
All the women I worked with said it was an angel. And then a soft, nudging voice said, “This was a thank you for the good works you’ve been doing.” And I knew God had answered my plea, my cry to Him to erase all doubt, because his angel had been “in the face proof”. More proof than what I could ever ask for. I knew my job was to help others and put their needs first.
Any time my creeping doubt would work its way in, something always made me remember, my angel that briefly touched me during my time of doubt. God had me then and forever. Thank you.
This story was submitted by “G.M.” from Maryland