My first memory as a child was actually a dream. In that dream it was a beautiful day with a brilliant sky. On a hill was a cross with a purple sash wrapped around it. A dove came out of the sky and touched the top of the cross and flew up into heaven. Then I woke up.
I consider this miraculous because it was like Jesus was telling me He would be with me all of my days.
Another time was when I was around 16 years old and I stayed the night at my grandma's house. I slept on the couch but I stirred awake and looked toward the rocking chair and Jesus was sitting there staring silently at me and I felt peace. It was a couple of minutes and then He was gone.
These I always come back to whenever I feel I've done so much wrong or felt I strayed too far away from Him. These come back to my remembrance and provide comfort. Just felt the need to share.
I consider this miraculous because it was like Jesus was telling me He would be with me all of my days.
Another time was when I was around 16 years old and I stayed the night at my grandma's house. I slept on the couch but I stirred awake and looked toward the rocking chair and Jesus was sitting there staring silently at me and I felt peace. It was a couple of minutes and then He was gone.
These I always come back to whenever I feel I've done so much wrong or felt I strayed too far away from Him. These come back to my remembrance and provide comfort. Just felt the need to share.