My Testimony and a Miracle

Today, I decided to share my personal testimony of coming to know Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, and tell you about a miracle that has recently occurred in my life.

In 2001, my family and I were traveling up to Georgia where my grandparents live. Something me and my brother(Clay) always found fun was to ride down our grandparents driveway, which was rather steep, on skateboards and roller-blades. So, as soon as we pulled up to our grandparent's house, grabbed our skates, and made our way to the top of the hill.At this point, it was just me, Clay, and our excitement as we prepared to head down the hill.

I started down the hill on my skateboard, and quickly gained speed. I noticed I was going to fast, so i jumped off the board. As I turned around, I saw Clay making his way down the hill. Sadly, he was not wearing a helmet. All I could was watch Clay make his way down. He gained speed very quickly, and as he neared the bottom of the driveway, I noticed his feet slipping out from underneath him. From here, everything happened in slow motion for me. Clay, going way too fast, fell back and slapped his head on the concrete.

Immediately, blood started flowing from his head. I ran down the hill as fast I could to help Clay, but he couldn't tell me anything and just screamed. I was only eight years old so I thought my brother was about to die. I ran inside the house yelling for my parents to come help(i was the only one who actually saw Clay fall), and all I kept saying was, "Clay is dying!!! Help! Help!"

I will always remember the sheer terror on my Mom and Dad's face when they first saw Clay laying on the ground yelling and flailing his arms and legs. Seeing my parents worried like that made me know that something was really wrong. As I watched my parents, grandparents, and uncle try and get clay to be still and help him...all I could do was watch. I wanted to help so bad because he was my brother. I loved him and all I could do was watch him die. The only thought that ran through my head was that my brother is about to die and there is nothing I can do about it. I stood watching my brother bleed from his head and sobbed and yelled. I had never felt so low and angry before in my life. I started to question God at this point screaming out "Why would you do this to me God?!?!?! Clay never did anything wrong to you before!!!!" I could not bear to watch anymore so I hid behind our car, wailing at God.

So, my parents called an ambulance and it came and took Clay away to hospital. I thought this was going to be the last time I saw my brother. Shell-shocked, I waited on any news from my parents about Clay. Three days later, my parents called me and my grandmother(my Mom's mom- who I was staying with at this point) and told us that we could come see Clay. I was scared of this because I knew that he had brain damage and was probably going to be really different.

Me and my grandmother made our way hospital and arrived at the floor where Clay was. As we walked along the floor, I saw my Mom. She was yelling out for a doctor to come help. Clay was having a seizure. That same sense of "feeling like I should help but I can't" came across my heart. Seeing my Mom yell for help was worse than seeing her worried, and i began to cry again. I didn't know what to do. Then, my grandmother took me by the hand and looked at me and said, "Logan. Let's go pray." the previous summer at Vacation Bible School, I had prayed "The Prayer" and called myself a Christian. I knew a thing or two about God, but I had no clue what it meant to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. So when my grandmother said this, I was kinda confused. I prayed before I slept or ate, but praying at a time like this just seemed irreconcilable.

Nevertheless, we went and sat out in the hallway and we started to pray. I went into that prayer crying, confused, cold, felling un-loved, and angry. My grandmother started to pray out loud and I closed my eyes. Then, I stopped sobbing. My breathing became easy. I started then, to pray for my brother. All of the sudden, an overwhelming peace came about me. Its hard for me to describe the exact feeling that I experienced during the prayer. It was warm and loving and it filled my heart with confidence. Confidence that my brother was going to pull through this and live to tell the tell. God came and talked to me on that day at the hospital. He let me know that Clay was going to be okay and he wiped my tears away. After an hour of praying, I felt at rest in my heart and I felt God's love radiating through my body.

So, Clay had just had a seizure, the odds given by the doctor were not on our side, but God was with us. Miraculously, over the next few days, Clay made a full recovery. As I witnessed this miracle happen, I understood what it meant to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Its trusting in Him in everything-good or bad. Today, Clay is as healthy as can be and plays the most significant part in my life when it come to my Christian walk. I could not be more thankful for him being in my life.

The story does not end here though. As i continue to grow closer to God daily, I witness more and more of His miracles. In the middle of December of 2009(this past year), my Mom called and told me my grandmother(the same one who prayed with me that day at the hospital) had to have open heart surgery. That hit me hard. My mom said all my grandmother wanted was from me to pray for her. With her surgery the next morning, I called my grandmother trying to sound happy. She picked up the phone and we talked and she asked if I would pray for her. Willingly, I started to pray for her. Immediately, God broke me down and I began to cry. I wasn't sad though. Instead, was overwhelmed by peace. My rears were tears of Joy. As I prayed for my grandmother on the phone, that same feeling I had when I knew Clay was going to be okay came over me. I knew that even though my grandmother was having a vary risky surgery, God was in control and it was going to be okay.

The next morning, my grandmother had the surgery and everything went great. Today, she left for her own home. I witnessed God create another miracle right in front of me, and it is the coolest thing that has happened to me. Knowing and trusting God is so awesome, because you don't have to worry about it and you can be at peace.

Thank you for reading my story. I hope it was inspiring to you in every way possible. Now, if you would like, I wan to hear your story of coming to have a relationship with Jesus Christ. You can email me stories, question, comments, and criticisms at logstar5@gmail.com Or you can comment on my story. Thanks for listening.

Jeremiah 29:11 My Life verse