What made you believe on God ?

phrannie, two things. First of all, it’s a public forum. People can post whatever they wish, as long as it doesn’t violate the terms of the site.

Second, the “detractors” you refer to are people who may have faced enormous challenges in their own lives, who may have lost people close to them, or who know people that did…and find it a bit presumptuous and downright arrogant, to hear others who survived these situations say that God was watching over them…and that the failure of others to survive these situations may be due to some lack of faith or prayer, or bad timing. To be honest, the OP and one of the others offended me a little, but I chose to express my contrary views on the matter instead of whine about it.

You know nothing of the personal lives of people that don’t believe in such nonsense as a higher power, and you should not presume to.

Yours is a great story/experience of God’s power and presence in our lives ! - no doubt she is looking down from Heaven and so very proud - my story was not a dramatic event but a gradual calling and realization of my need for a Savior which occurred at the age of 9 - I’ve been so very thankful, happy with life, many doors opened, and richly blessed since !!

ECCLESIASTES 3:1-8

A time for Everything.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

A time to be born and a time to die, A time to plant and a time to uproot, A time to kill and a time to heal, A time to tear down and a time to build, A time to weep and a time to laugh, A time to mourn and a time to dance, A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, A time to embrace and a time to refrain, A time to search and a time to give up, A time to keep and a time to throw away, A time to tear and a time to mend, A time to be silent and a time to speak, A time to love and a time to hate, A time for war and a time for peace.”

Like it is said here: There is time for everything, sometimes are sad moments and others are happy…Everyone and everything has it’s time. People die when their time comes. My Mother when She was in a coma…She told me (and the rest of the family assured it) When passing the time of Her meningitis: “ I was surprisingly so ligh, I felt so light and could listen to eveyone in the Hospital room..my family & the doctors.I saw what they were doing to my body on the bed & I could recognize my body down there..but a voice calmed me saying ‘Isn’t yet your time…go back and trust God’ “ .

She described later to all the presents everything with detail, all were amazed…and aghast. To me happened a similar experience: some years ago I opening my eyes I realized that the room was looking weird, when I tried to see my hands..surprise! They were transparent as water…I felt so light and could feel not confined as ‘in a physical body’ I was above my body and I could see my body down there on my bed but so faaar. I felt so happy that I wanted not to return to Earth. I wanted to go to My Mom & to God…But a calming voice told me “Isn’t your time yet..go back” I said (was more like telepathicaly) “ Why? I don’t want to…don’t want to suffer anymore…” but it answered: “You need to go back..Trust God ..is not your time..” I didn’t wanted to..but They made me come back. I when came down in my body I began to cry…but I felt a calm feeling around me…that soothed me. Since I was a baby or a little child I used to come own from my cradle very early in the morning before everyone were awake & when they find me in the family room alone with the only ilumination been a ray of light coming from the glass of the door to the balcony..I use to say “I’m not alone” but always I remember the feeling of security…and the ones who were with me…one time when they( my family asked I told them) ..”Mommy, they are Angels..” No one ever forgot that.

So when is the time , is the time…

What made me believe in god??. . . When my mom was pregnant with me she was very sick. she was only 4 months in when I started coming out of her already. The doctor said that I had to be an abortion. . . but when another doctor walked by and overheard the conversation he told them not to get an abortion that he knew what to do instead to give me a possiblity of surviving. The doctor sewed me back into place in my moms stomach. three months went by and the stiches broke. I was born a month early. When I came out my mom I didnt cry and I wasnt breathing. the doctors didnt let my dad cut my cord and they rushed me to an incubator. For two months I could not go home after I was born. The doctors would but the oxygen on me then take it away and I couldnt breath on my own. Finally the doctor told my parents that they were just going to take the oxygen off and just pray that I breath on my own or I would just die. Praise god that I started breathing on my own. But the reason why I believe in god isnt just when I was born. Through ages 1-12 years old I stayed in and out of the hospital. I was so skinny that if I fell down the steps I could die. Then sometimes I was perfectly healthy, with fat on my body and all. Finally at 12 year old I actually started keeping the weight around the same weight all the time. Im happy that I made it through it and I would have never done it without God. Thats why I believe in god.

religionisgood, Prayer and faith are what make the difference. Sometimes a person will die, even with prayer, but, it is usually assumed that it was that person/childs time to go, and if it is, not even prayer will stop it from happening.

and a person who has faith, sees everything thru a different lense.

dzorro… (((hugs))) Loved your testimony…:) Thanks for sharing it… and I am very sorry about your mother. I know you must miss her terribly. However, she has blessed you beyond compare, with the faith that she has passed down to you. Never let anyone talk you out of it. God be with you always.

This is a wonderful story. God is wonderful and full of love. He has a plan for each and every one of us. This is a great testimony. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

listening to stories like your mom,and seeing how God has pulled me thru some tough times is what makes me know he is always around and working in us too.

I maintain that it was the FSM who saved you, with his noodly appendage. This merely further reinforces my faith in him, that he saves even unbelievers!

Your story is amazing, but it also seems like glurge to me. I’m curious what you all think about premature infants that do die. Is God’s protection not warranted in those cases? Were they simply unlucky to not be born on holy days, or on a day when the stars and planets aligned favorably? Actually, it’s probable that many infant children died on and just after your birthday. What happened there?

I’m not trying to be “Debbie Downer” but inspirational stories like this, no matter how real and gratifying, often conceal a darker, unpleasant reality about feel-goody beliefs.

I really don’t understand why some on this site, cannot let others (ESPECIALLY others, who have faced huge challenges in their lives…challanges that detractors can’t even begin to fathom) have their belief that there IS a plan for them (in peace). That they are here to be a part of something bigger…There is a time for healthy debate on religion…this question wasn’t one of them.

It seems miserly and narrow to me, to mealy mouth faith in something larger than themselves…

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So prayer and faith will convince God to spare a person’s life. In other words, it was their time to go, but through prayer and faith, God’s plan can be changed. However, for others, their “time to go” cannot be changed, even through prayer and faith.

The question remains, why does God favor some over others? And please don’t tell me we should just trust God’s plan. A just God would not create humans with the cognisance and reasoning to question his plan, only to tell them such inquiry is a “lack of faith”.

What a great story! My story is not as dramic either but I was saved when I was 10. I remember watching a scary movie when I was young that scared me and I could not go to sleep…untill I prayed. I had a prayer that I used to pray as a young boy and when I would pray it would give me such a calm and safe feeling that even a boy could recongnize. I was raised Southern Babtist and ever Sunday at the end of the service the preacher would ask if anyone wanted to come up to the front and talk with him, well one Sunday I felt this overwhelming pull and I just got up and walked up there and told him I believe in Jesus and God and I wanted to be saved. The very next Sunday I was Babtized and I just remember going home and feeling so good inside and that horror movie that scared me…well it never bothered me again.

I wish you the best of luck in life!

Def the birth of my son..cant explain it but it changed my life. That was the closest to god a women can be in my opion