Warning: Religion is a topic in this entry (in case you're against it...)

These past two weeks have been full of miracles for me, my faith has been tested throughout this entire year but recently I have been given so many wonderful things happen that I can't explain it in any other way than God answering my tear-filled prayers.  As I had stated in my previous journal, I went home for Thanksgiving, and not even five minutes after getting into the car with my mother I learned that my 11 year old brother is needing to be scheduled for an MRI to search for tumors on his brain.  The next day my mother's dearest friend found out she was in the late stages of breast cancer and it seemed impossible that she would survive.  Overall the vacation wasn't what I would deem relaxing.
At the beginning of last week (yes, I realize not long after Thanksgiving) my brother and my mom's friend went to get a check up, my brother recieved his test results in a few hours coming back negative for any abnormalties in his brain, I broke down and cried in the middle of my school's food court (real cool, right?).  Later that night the doctor called my mother's friend and explained to her that a miracle had taken place and that there were no traces of cancer anywhere in her body.
These experiences all led up to my English final this past friday, we had to write a six page paper on a topic of our choosing (not as easy or as fun as it sounds).  Thursday night I wrote my paper, never once thinking of saving it, closed the laptop and stepped away.  Hours later I decided it would probably be best if I were to actually save my work, just in case my computer decided to shut itself off, a horrible occurance that has happened on only a few occasions, and much to my horror, my document was completely blank.  I don't understand how I remained as calm as I did, maybe it was the lack of sleep throughout the entire week finally catching up to me, or maybe I had passed my breaking point and my mind couldn't compute what had happened.  Either way, I walked away from the computer and pushed it from my mind.
The next day my mom, who as blissfully unaware of my situation (because that would've been a lecture from hell) randomly sent me a text quoting a bible verse Philippians 4:13 (I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me).  I finished my paper in record time and actually turned it in before my deadline, all the while continuing to keep a level head.  I called my mom in tears (mostly caused by sleep deprevation) after sending the email to thank her for helping me without knowing--as I expect her to --and she told me that God wouldn't put us in a situation where he was unsure of the outcome, or whether or not we could handle it, he does these things to either bring us closer to him, to humble us or to prove to ourselves how strong we really are.

I'm sorry to have rambled on and on about my religous epiphany I've had in these past few days, if you've read through until now I thank you and encourage you to find your own miracles in your lives.  Happy holidays to everyone