Alicia, Roy and their miracle

     How then, can one go about expecting miracles and causing miracles to happen? The No. 1 thing is to have faith, a deep faith, a faith that is so positively strong that it rises above doubt. Doubt is always getting in the way of faith. But if you train yourself to have faith in depth, it will release an astonishing power in your life to produce miracles. There ia a certain type of person in this world known as the believer. He/she sweeps everything before him. He seems to take hold of life with a profound authority.
     The question is, how deep is your faith? Get it deep and you  can face any difficulty and conqure it.
One of my favorite stories is about a tremendous personality, a woman from Va. Beach named Alicia. She and her husband Roy and their three children lived near the water front. One hot, sultry day a hurricane swept up. It slashed into the water front area with destructive force and proceeded inward, leaving death and destruction in its wake.
     Alicia watched the wind as it whipped up sand around her little house. She looked at the sky with appraising eyes. Then suddenly a nine-foot dam gave way and water swept up to the house. The family was in imminent peril of death.
     Alicia grabbed her daughter, not quite two years old, while Roy reached for their two sons, five and three years old, and they looked around for a place of refuge. All they could see in that instant of mounting waters was an old, gnarled, bent tree which had lived out many a storm. But the question was, would it live out this storm?
     They ran to the tree, but in the slippery mud the five-year-old dropped from Roy's arms and disappeared for a moment. Balancing the other boy in one arm. Roy finally pulled his son from the watery muck. They reached the tree and, carrying the children, Alicia and Roy climbed into the high branches. The waters continued to mount until they were at Alicia's neck. She held her little girl, Kim, higher than her head to assure that she would be out of reach of the waters.
     The wind was whistling, the rain beating down with great force upon them, the sky dark. Roy shouted through the storm, "Alicia, we're all going to die! The end is near!"
     She shouted back, "I tell you we are not going to die! The end is not here! God is with us, the God of miracles!"
     "Alicia, it'll be a miracle if we ever get through this." Okay, Roy, expect a miracle-let's make miracles happen!'
     They clung despartly to the swaying branches. The storm more in intensity. Then Alicia began to sing, sending her confident voice out against that hurricane:
          "Jesus, lover of my soul,
          Let me to Thy bosom fly,
          While the nearer waters roll
          While the tempest still is high!,

         
          Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
          Till the storm of my life is past;
          Safe into the haven guide,
          O receive my soul at last.

          Other refuge have I none;
          Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
          Leave, O leave me not alone'
          Still support and comfort me."
     The song ended. Three distinct flashes of lighting pierced the sky. Alicia, a believer-in-depth, said, "Oh, thank you, Lord! You're working a miracle!" She had no doubt. She believed. And I wonder, sometimes, what the good God thinks in His heart when He sees a human being in dire trouble believing in a miracle. Linda G..