I became a christian because of a miracle. I was living with a christian couple for a while and they were pg with their first child. Right at the end of the pg they were told that the child had the condition where the brain, therefore the top of the head, hadn't formed (can't remember the name) and that the child would die soon after birth. They had a prayer meeting in their house and I went along more to show support than anything - I wasn't a believer. I cried copious tears, it was embarrassing. I was obviously upset about the prognosis but was taken aback at how much I cried, from the depth of my soul it felt like. I prayed that God would heal their child, even though I didn't really believe there was a God. The next day they went to the hospital for another scan and apparently the doctor was so shocked he called other medics around the hospital to have a look - the brain and head had fully formed. AFter he was born, many people who didn't know the story commented about his head, how perfectly shaped it was. It was a strange thing to say but in my mind's eye I remember a photo taken of him when he was a baby and he did indeed have a beautifully-shaped head!
I was on my own when I heard the story, that all was well, and felt staggered, quite frightened really - I remember thinking omg can it be that God really exists, that it's all true?? I found it hard to get my head around that. As I looked up, alone in their house, a cross-stitch sampler on the wall - hard to describe - stood out, really kind of lit up. It said God Is Love. It is hard to explain how I just knew in that moment that it was true, that he is love.
A few days later I went to church with them. It was a pentecostal church and there was a lot of singing, it was all a bit much tbh. Again, I cried and cried, all the while not really sure why - I couldn't work it out. At the end of the sermon the pastor gave an altar call ("Is there one?! Is there one who will give their heart to the Lord Jes-us-ah?!!") and I thought I'd give it a go, wanted to know more really - if he was real, and he was love, I wanted it/him. I knelt down and said the prayer but nothing in particular happened and I walked out feeling quite disconsulate, thinking "well, that didn't work". As I walked out through the vestibule - again, hard to describe - very suddenly an enormous weight SHOT off my back/shoulders, straight upwards, like an inverse gravity. I felt unbelievably light, truly like an immensely heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders (it was only later that I read Pilgrims Progress where a similar thing is described). I felt incredible, like I had been washed inside and was spanglingly new - I really did understand the phrase 'born again' as that was exactly how I felt: a new person. I had also, as a child, had a problem with bowed shoulders - people commented on it and I did everything I could to straighten my posture but to no avail. I was conscious of it and had also been a very unhappy child.
I floated home - only way I can describe it - and for at least a week I was in a state of absolute bliss. For the following 9 months I experienced many healings, physical and emotional. It was as if all the dross was being cleared up. I realised I was now a christian and tbh found that a bit hard to get to grips with - I didn't know where to go to church and found christians a bit wierd, couldn't relate to them (that's still the case I'm sorry to say).
I don't know why he chose to reveal himself like that to me - I just know it was incredibly kind and I have never forgotten it. It has stood me in good stead in my life as I have faced a lot of difficulties and heartache one way and another. I have since found out a lot more about him, that he is as awesome as he says he is, which is wonderful and very comforting.