Have You Proven God's Existence In Your Life?

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As for me, there has always been a proof of God's existence in my life. The simple things that I get to encounter like my breath, the life that I have within me, the food that I eat from the good of the land, and the water that wells from springs around me. But there is always this remarkable story that I want to share. The undeniable intervention of my God in my life. In one of the darkest days of my life, I woke up early that Sunday morning to attend my usual Sunday morning service at one of the Christian churches here in Manila. I only had 50 pesos back then, just enough to get me to the church and get back home. I didn't even have a single peso to give as an offering to His service but I thought that God would understand because I really wanted to give, it's just that at that moment, I was a total broke. I rode the jeepney (the usual public transportation means in the Philippines) going to the Rotunda in Pasay City. the fare at that time from my place was supposed to be 15 pesos. Surprisingly, when I handed the driver my 20 peso bill, he gave me a total change of 7 pesos making my total fare 13 bucks. I asked the driver how much I should pay to the rotunda and he said "Trece"(Spanish word for 13). So I said to myself, "God really did not let me go to His house without any offering." So I went down the jeepney at my terminal and rode another one going to the church. It should cost me 10 pesos from the Rotunda to the United Nations Avenue in Manila. yet again, I was dazed when the driver sent back the two 5 peso coins that I gave him. He waved at me and I noticed that he is a dear neighbor and wants me not to pay the fare anymore. I said to myself, "God you are really good. Now I have 12 pesos to give to your house". When I reached the church, just in time for the 3:00 PM service, I felt a different spirit coming right through me telling me to give everything that I have in my pocket. I asked myself, "Surely, God, You will not let me walk my way home. You know that its more than 30 Kilometers from the church to my house". The praise and worship songs expired and I still hear the voice resounding into my ear to my head and my soul telling me to give whatever I have in my pocket and just obey and not question the justice of God. I guess I had no choice but to hand over all that I have and "wait" for a miracle to actually happen. After the service, I went out of the Church building without a single centavo. I was calm and smiling on the outside but I was totally devastated on the inside. I was about to take more or less 4 or 5 hours of travel by foot just to get home and the next day, I have a class at 7:30 in the morning. In the middle of my silent contemplation, mixed with a nervous feeling and anxiety, the same voice told me to go to Luneta Park and tell people about God's love for them. Since I am so confused and worried, I decided to go to the place cause I thought that I could use to breath some fresh air before starting my journey. I started talking to people about God and as usual, a lot of them ignored me and tried to even debate and criticize me. I just let them be and decided to retire by the grasslands of the oval in front of the Grandstand. I spread out some sheets of coupon by the grass and laid my back on it. As my eyes played with the twinkling of the stars, I fell asleep. After, I don't know how long, (but it seemed to me to be a very long time) I decided to pull myself together and just be on my way so at least I could get home by midnight. As I was cleaning up my coupon sheets to throw them my the bin, I saw a familiar roll of watermark paper lying on the grass right under the sheet of bond where my back was exactly lying aflat earlier... I picked it up, and I was not just dazed, but SHOCKED to my bones. My soul felt the terrible Presence of the Almighty and when I unrolled the watermark, There laid on my hands, may you believe it or not, 5 pieces of 500 peso bills. I looked around and no one was there. I asked myself, "To whom do these bills belong? How will I return them?" Then just suddenly, there was a loud thunderclap and lightnings and a heavy load of rain followed. I ran as quickly as I can to find shelter and I found myself under the 7-11 sign in one of the streets in that district of Manila. Then the voice suddenly told me, "Be still and know that I am God. If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land". then the rain stopped and everything calmed down. That was the only moment I got convinced that the money didn't come from anywhere but from Him. I didn't see those rolled up bills there when I laid the sheets down but when I woke up, they were there. How can that possible be but by a supernatural intervention of the only God I believed in since that day! I left my house with only 50 pesos in my pocket and God made me surrender everything for His use. True enough, as this story might reach you, readers, that he multiplied my bread 50 times at the very same day, just after 3 hours after I surrendered everything I had. If you have any experience of the same kind as I've had, please do share it here and let's see how God has moved in your life. :)