I Can Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

And we seemed to be hopeless at that time. Pero sa dami ng napagdaanan namin - ako at ng aking asawa - matapos ang lahat ng iyon ay hindi na namin sinubukan na pagdudahan ang ginagawa ng Diyos. We are not ready to let him go but we're surrounded always by His love. And even up to that point, He never leaves us. He stayed. He's silent, yet He's still working. And He saved my little boy. It's a miracle, said the doctor. I couldn't agree more. It is, indeed, a miracle.

"Please, save my son for me. He's all I've got, please." She sobbed. The doctor let out a heavy sigh as he held her shoulders and comforted. " I know ma'am and I understand how you feel but there's nothing we can do now. It'll take a miracle for him to wake up. Let's keep praying." He mumbled. " I'll have to leave now. I need to attend to other patients. You can go in and see him. Call me when anything pops up" He added and stormed off. All along, Gisella stared from the distance as she stood in front of her ward in a wheel chair, listening. The tears in her eyes, trembled down her cheeks. She quietly turned her wheel chair and rolled back Into her ward, shuttered.

However, I still don't understand why he chose me, a lowly woman who was saved by him. "Mia, do you still remember what you said at that time? Allah is the one who wills everything, nothing is impossible for Him. Nothing is difficult for Him. Nothing is impossible for Him." I stared at Mia's face for a long time, how good she was at hiding her pain. Never sharing her sadness and suffering, she was always there for us, her friends. While taking a deep breath, my mind directed what Mia needed right now. A miracle, Mia needed a miracle so that she could open her eyes. Really wanted to see her recover and live her life as before so that we could chat and discuss many things with her.

He shares. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I demand, feeling suddenly indignant. “Because I don’t believe in selling my patients miracles.” He replies stiffly. “And that’s what we’re talking about here. It would take a miracle to cure you.” “I’ve seen miracles happen.” I announce coolly, thinking of Paisley’s repeated surgeries, and Jane’s return from the dead. “Maybe if more people believed in them we wouldn’t be so quick to give up on things.”

" But how? How can I help out when I am as helpless as ever? " " You've got all you need... You just need to unveil the real you... " " But how? How? " I inquired desperately. " Surrender. " " Complete surrender. " " To whom? " " The Lord. " " But I am already a devoted Christain and I have surrendered my life to the Lord. " " Not your will... " " Meaning? " " Surrender completely to the Lord, Mia... " " Only then can there be a miracle... Surrender. Give the Lord the space to work through you. "

"We'll wait until the tool is fixed. In the meantime, we'll prepare the sword. This ritual will happen—one way or another." ..... Kiara P.O.V I sat on the bed, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and awe. Magic is real. I couldn't shake the thought. If magic existed, then everything I once thought was fantasy—monsters, creatures, powers—could also be real. The sheer magnitude of it was overwhelming, and my brain struggled to keep up with the rapid pace of everything I was learning. My thoughts flickered from one question to another, but none of them seemed to make any sense.

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

I asked. "I am not him. He is looking at me from the mirror. Look at these pieces". He said. We looked at the pieces of the broken mirror. There was the reflection of Ryan laughing in every piece. I asked him to get up. We went outside the bathroom. "What was this?" I asked Emma. "Maybe that's because of his parents. His hand got healed and the mirror looked possessed with magic". Emma whispered. "I can still hear you". Ryan said. Emma looked at me surprisingly. "Infact, I can hear all the voices coming from outside. These voices are giving me a headache. My vision. Why can I see everything clearly without eye glasses". He said.

Either I'm really into him or I'm just dumb. If I would regret it, only time will tell. But he has earned my trust and I took the jump, to fly or fall. Getting sleepy now I took one last look around my room, where I started to pack my stuff for the move. If theres one setback to our relationship now, that would be ...

I also plotted revenge on my enemies. Nevertheless, something different happened. I never believed in the fiction of miracles. I was the kind of guy who preferred scientific explanations to religious or spiritual ones. When the impossible happened, I was moved to retrace my stand on miracles. Seven months ago, as I angrily swallowed the tons of pills keeping me alive, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. Ignoring the furious buzzing, I dropped the glass of water and cursed. “Who the fuck is blowing up my phone this early?” Reluctantly, I picked up the phone, preparing to shout the living daylight out of whoever it was.