In the course of my lifetime, I have had a plethora of nicknames. Some were good and some were not so good. One nickname in particular had a deep psychological affect on my life. When I was a small child, I had problems pronouncing words that begun with the letters "tw". I avoided saying these words like the plague. In fact if I was called upon in class to answer a math question that contained twenty or twelve in the answer, I got the answer wrong...on purpose. The letters "tw" were in my street address. There was no escape. A close boyhood friend of mine knew that I couldn't say the words correctly and as kids are prone to behave, he sometimes taunted me by calling me Twenty and Twelve.
The problem followed me to college and continued to cause me some degree of embarrassment and pain. I think it was during my sophomore year, when one day when I was in my apartment alone, the thought entered my mind to practice saying the words correctly. So I stood in front of the mirror in the foyer and repeatedly spoked the words, twenty and twelve, over and over and over again. I was determined to pronounce the words right. Without warning, to my surprise the correct pronunciation emerged from my lips. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know if the success would be fleeting, but I was able to sustained saying the words correctly over and over and over again.
I don't know why it happened on that particular day, but God blessed me in a marvelous way. He had blessed me with a miracle. To this day, I remember it as my mirror and miracle experience. God is awesome and is able to lift us up without fail, no matter what the situation. However, it's God who controls the time line. It's beneficial to be patience and faithful. More miracles are possible.
Sidebar: And if the miracle your doesn't come, praise Him anyhow. For He is worthy to be praised!
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