FIGHTING WITH FAITH (THE PRICE OF A MIRACLE)

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Human wants are unlimited the economist will say, but know this the people who get what they want keep onsuperstock_fighting, they never give up, this is just like the case of a little girl who tried to buy a miracle, read on ;

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from

It’s hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and
counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly
perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back
in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and

made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red
Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but
he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.

Nothing.

She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster

No good.

Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass
counter.

That did it!

“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of
voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in
ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in
the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick…. and I want to buy a
miracle.”

”I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.

His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head
and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much
does a miracle cost?”

“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help
you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little.

“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get
the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”

The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and
asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”

I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s
really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t
pay for it, so I want to use my money.”

“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago .

“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly.

“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.”

“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven
cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ”

“He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her
mitten and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother
and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.”

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of

charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing

well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events

that had led them to this place.

That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost?”

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost…one dollar and
eleven cents ….. plus the faith of a little child..

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a
higher law…

Exciting isn’t it, the story shows us when you want something so badly, you know physically you can not get then take a good look at the creator, the one who performs miracles, and He will make a way were it seem like there is none.  Have a nice day all.

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