Guess what. Within a few days my mother received a phone call from her sister. I hate that he told us that the doctors don’t know how or why but my uncle was beginning to turn the corner towards life. My mother and I went to the hospital. When my Aunt Betty told me she didn’t know why he was getting better; I joyfully told her that I knew why he was getting better. I told her I stood up in church and asked for a miracle. I told Aunt Betty that God answered prayers and gave us a miracle for my uncle. Not good whenever people who really believed in God. I think they always believed in some kind of higher power or maybe not. After recovering, my uncle told us about the angel that came to him. He described my visit I would like to think that God used me It’s so humbling to think about because I am a sinner. I do believe in God and after recovering from this illness that almost claimed his life, my uncle became a believer.
Our role in the relationship with God is to have faith. God provides the miracles, including the miracle of forgiveness. Praise and thanks be to God.