My brother was then about to undergo surgery. I went to the chapel at St. Lukes to pray to God, even if back then I was not much of a believer. That day I decided to come to Him for help. I knelt down and started praying. I prayed many times before; prayers of the perfunctory kind. But on this day I really opeend up to God, and I remember vividly that I asked Him to let my brother live. I also promised that if God allows him to live on, I will guide my brother at least until he is able to start a family. After spending about an hour of praying, i felt God's presence in the room. It was the very first time I really felt Him. I felt a warm feeling from my toes that crawled up to my chest. And as I lifted my eyes up I heard His voice. He said, "OK, Do not worry, your brother will live on to build his own family."
This was the first time God spoke to me. And He made good on His word. This was 10 years ago, and my brother now has three kids. God is so good.
MRT
7 years ago
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