by Jennifer E. Brown

Created on: August 15, 2008

I've done a lot of thinking lately about God, prayers, and how he intervenes to save lives. First of all, I have always been a Christian. I was raised in the Methodist Church, but grew up a very confused Christian. My parents, who acted so nice and kind towards each other at church did not act that way at home and my brother bought into it. My childhood was full of drama and confusion, problems and troublesome memories. It didn't give me good role models for how a Christian should act, so when I got into my later teens, I was a mess. My life was literally on a downward spiral, and the speed was increasing with each mistake I made.

It's an unanswered prayer that I'm alive today, and so many I love are alive today. I, myself, could have died at 10 months old of a violent seizure, but God had a plan and it wasn't my time. My best friend had complications when she was born, and it wasn't her time either. Then, there's the case of my older brother. For five years, he keeps saying "I wish I was dead." He comes to our house once a month and before he leaves I tell him he's loved. Each night, I pray to my Savior Jesus "Please keep him safe, and intervene in his life with your true love. Allow him to feel my love when I tell him I love him, and send your angels to protect him. Amen." It's worked for five years, and I'm not stopping my prayers now.

I think this is awesome how there is a God. I look at nature and those around me, and I don't question his existence at all. He has instilled peace in my brother, who once in my life held so much anger, violence, and regret. He now has religion and is accepting it. God has intervened in his life and has saved it, and I have not heard him say "I wish I was dead" since his birthday last November. I constantly worry about him being homeless and living in his car, and I want him to be happy. I'm not sure if he's destined to be happy in this lifetime.

We all have moments in our lives that we consider to be unanswered prayers. When my nephew was two, he climbed out on my sister's roof and she calmly coached him back inside. He's seven and enjoys sports now, but we came so close to losing him. I can't live my life thinking there is not a God because I know my nephew would not still be here. However, my brother is the one case that makes my faith stronger. If he has God, he can be changed, and I have now given God this problem. God is miraculous, and I believe he can create miracles. God is my miracle.

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