Today I am posting a few occurrences that took place starting since 2008
It may be a little sensitive to some but please forgive me.
To begin with I am going to give you a little background insight about my culture and religion.
I am a South African Indian. I am a Hindi speaking Hindu. I have not been to India (it is on my bucket list), but I do have a very good understanding of my mother tongue.
I grew up in a household where my mum was really strict, and it was considered taboo to speak of or believe in other faiths. It was so bad to the point that my siblings and I were so scared to even date anyone outside our faith. It was even a problem if even the person was Hindu but if they spoke a different Indian language.
My first experience was in 2007. My husband had lost his job and I had 2 little boys. I was employed through a recruitment agency and was earning really little. It was becoming increasingly difficult to run the household and support the little boys. There were days I would just go into the shower and cry. My husband as well would go out every day looking for a job.
One night I decided that enough was enough. I was angry and this is what is prayed in my head.
"Dear God, I don't know who you are or what you are, but I need your help."
I prayed my heart out that night. Then I dreamt that there was a misted glass window, on the top right corner was the mother deity that we worship, and the bottom corner was the Lord we worship. In the centre was the huge face of Lord Jesus Christ and he was tearing. I did not know what to make of that dream after I awoke.
That morning, I went to work, and my manager called me to advise that there was a position open in a different department and that I should apply. I was the last person to apply and the first person to receive my acceptance letter. My salary had more than doubled overnight.
A few nights later I saw a man dressed in a long white robe with a gold belt, shoulder length hair and a golden glow around him. He was standing under the hugest tree with the thickest trunk I had ever seen and all he said to me was "I am not asking to change; I am only asking you to believe." To date I still see the same person whenever I need help.
From that day forward I knew for sure that Jesus did exist and that miracles do happen.
My husband too found a job after 8 months of being home.
Thank you for reading and I would appreciate your thoughts.
Love & Light
Sash B
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That is very true, faith is important, very few people are lucky enough to be spiritually gifted, I think you should focus on it as well.