A true miracle story about what I found in the woods after days of rain … it made no sense, but I’ll never forget.
One afternoon I was deer hunting.
As I always do, I was reading my Bible.
The photo you see above is a real photo of my Bible.
It’s very old and very cherished.
Yes, that’s a dollar bill inside.
I mark my place with it.
The face on the bill is directed to where the reading should start.
When I have this Bible with me, I’m never broke – financially or spiritually.
My Bible has traveled with me everywhere – Florida, Georgia, Texas, Alabama, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, and Illinois – for hunting adventures.
But back to that day the miracle happened …
I was in an open platform stand, up in a tree with no roof.
I looked up from my Bible, and there was a fine young buck near a tree with several deer behind him in the woods.
I put down the Bible and picked up my binoculars.
The buck was a youngster, so I thanked God for sharing him with me as 6-8 more deer took their time and meandered towards me.
I had to stay quiet and still and didn’t move from that spot until after dark.
I climbed down from the platform stand and happily walked back to my truck and drove the 90 miles back to my home.
When I was nearly home, probably about 80 miles from my hunting spot, I suddenly realized:
Oops.
I left my old and beloved Bible behind in the woods.
I laughed to myself because now I had a good reason to go hunting in the same spot soon!
Unfortunately, the next day it rained … and it rained … and then it rained!
The following day, when the rain finally cleared, I headed back.
Conditions were terrible after all that rain, and I had to wear hip waders to get to the open air tree stand.
The stand had received a couple of inches of rain.
I was really getting depressed as I climbed the ladder, knowing my beloved old Bible was probably destroyed…
Dry.
Yes, the Bible was perfectly DRY … and still open to James.
So I ask: who protected my Bible?
I’ve never been able to explain it.
But I’ve never forgotten it either.
This true miracle story was provided by:
Name: Cliff Chavez
Gender: Male
Age at the time of miracle: 65
Location at the time: Tallahassee, Florida
Religion at the time: Methodist
Job at the time: Ringing Salvation Army Bell for Bucket Donations
Closing Reflections On This True Miracle Story
Maybe a miracle is in the eye of the beholder.
This experience mattered because that Bible wasn’t just a book to this storyteller.
It was something he loved.
A miracle doesn’t need an explanation to be real to the one who experiences it.
Sometimes it’s something that meets you in a deep and personal way.
And for this storyteller, that Bible held special significance.
It leads me to believe that maybe a true miracle story isn’t about proof.
It’s about what something means to you … which never requires any proof at all.
–Jen Elizabeth, website creator
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