GOD STORIES
Every journey of faith is unique, and every experience has the power to inspire others. We invite participants to share their "God Stories"—moments when they felt God's presence, received guidance, experienced healing, or witnessed an unexpected blessing. Together, these stories encourage, strengthen, and remind us that God is always at work in our lives.
Angar, India
My memory of my first spiritual encounter
I was 2 1/2 years old, in the company of my mother and several women, playing with a colorful ball on the floor in the living room, where I first lived. Two men announced their arrival at the front door and my mother greeted them. She was upset with that encounter and ran back to her bedroom. When I understood her upset, I followed her. One of the ladies tried to hold me back to no avail. I saw my mother fling herself on her bed and breakdown, crying. The same woman who tried to hold me back told me that my father was in heaven, that I was a big girl and needed to take care of my mother and baby sister. My father, in spirit, then explained to me that he was fine, in heaven, but couldn’t come to where I was. He showed me a vision of my front yard that depicted different areas delineated with little white picket fences. These areas included the front porch, lawn, walkway, sidewalk, grass median and street with that pattern repeating into infinity. This visual helped clarify the distance between us. I understood and felt assured that my father was fine, but also realized that my mother wasn’t. I remember feeling a strong sense of empathy and concern for my mother. My father was a naval pilot. They planned for another pregnancy and my mother had labor induced so that my father could meet my sister as he left for his deployment. He was ultimately classified as lost at sea. He has been present in spirit and engaged throughout my life.
— Submitted by C. N.Grief Counseling
I decided to change my ways and make myself fit by walking and doing yoga.
As I was walking down the street, I saw a sign that said grief counseling through meditation at the yoga studio. Note: I have been trying to get grief counseling since November of 2025. I walked into the studio and asked, "When does this class start?" I was told, "Now."
I signed up immediately and joined the class. The class began in 5 minutes. I had no idea what was going to happen. There were 7 women present and each of us had a different story in our life that we shared about our grief. We went into deep meditation. I became lost where I was, I was in space somewhere.
I started coughing out phlegm profusely and couldn't stop. This lasted through the night. The teacher of our class told me that each person carries grief in a different part of our body and that my grief was carried in the chest. I have had this congestion since my friend's memorial on January 24th, 2026. As the cough persisted, I felt as if my body was ridding itself of poison. The next morning when I woke up, the cough was gone, the congestion was gone and I felt 100 pounds lighter. This was a gift from God and the angels.
Thank you, God. Thank you, angels, for guiding me to the right place for healing. I have been at this yoga studio every day since that night.
This was a miracle!
— Submitted by S. G.Spirit Story #1
One morning I was getting ready to go to work, going through my usual morning routine. When you’ve worked for a number of years, your morning routine is pretty automatic. As I was just about to pull out of the driveway, I had the thought that I was forgetting something. I went back into the house, looked around the kitchen and dining table, then went upstairs looking though my bedroom and bathroom. I even rechecked my backpack. I could find nothing that I was missing. It was only about five to ten minutes to do all of the above. I finally got back in my car and left. When I got onto the highway just a short way from my entrance there was a multi car accident that looked like it had occurred minutes before my being in that location. There weren’t any police cars at the scene yet. I believe spirit delayed my departure so that I would not be involved in the accident. I felt very thankful. It makes me wonder how many times we are saved from trouble by guides and loved ones in spirit. Unlike this time, in many of these we are unaware that they have assisted us or protected us from trouble.
— Submitted by T. V.— Submitted by J. M.Close Call Story
One Saturday night I had worked the night shift at the hospital and got off at 7:30 am on Sunday morning. As I was driving home it was very quiet and there were hardly any cars out on the freeway. As I was coming down the 163 South freeway through Mission Valley, I passed a car that had a Baja California license plate. There were two young Hispanic men in the car. I thought to myself, “what are they doing on this freeway at 7:45 am on a Sunday morning?” I passed them and got into the lane to exit off on to University Avenue at 6th Avenue because I needed to go to the bank ATM to deposit my work check. As I moved to that lane to exit, I noticed that they also did the same thing. I thought to myself, “how odd was that.” I came up the hill and turned left at the stop light on to University Avenue and proceeded to go two blocks further towards the ATM. I looked in the rear-view mirror and this car also turned left on to University Avenue. Again, I thought, “How odd, what are the chances.” I go the two blocks and turn right into the bank parking lot. I thought to myself, if they also turn right into the lot then this is not a coincidence. As I pulled into the lot I immediately parked in a spot which was next to another car. A woman had just returned to her car after using the ATM.
I looked up and sure enough, the car with the two Hispanic men pulled into the bank parking lot and drove past me and into the back lot where I could not see where they had parked. I had kept the car motor running because something did not feel right. The woman was still in her car fumbling around in her purse. She never looked over at me, but I thought she is going to wonder why I was still sitting in the car with the motor still on. A voice said to me, “Get out of here.” I said, “No it will be alright, what will that woman think if I just pulled up and then leave abruptly.” The voice in my head was stronger, “Get out of here.” This time I did not resist. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking place and headed towards the back of the parking lot where I assumed those two men had parked. Sure enough, as I drove to the edge of the building, the two of them were coming around the corner on foot carrying a newspaper. It appeared that the newspaper was concealing something that they were carrying.
As I drove past them and looked them directly in the eyes and pointed my finger at them to let them know that I knew what they were up too. They gave me the finger, and I hit the gas and got out of there. I know without a doubt that they had a weapon concealed within that newspaper and they were intending to rob me. I am so glad that I listened to Spirit and got out of there.
— Submitted by J. M.Wait until the light comes on Story
One evening I was wondering where my outdoor cat was since she had not come home for dinner. I went to the back door because I thought I heard her outside. It was dark outside and I looked over at the patio area and saw something black sitting there. I thought it was my cat because she was solid black and I called for her to come inside. The animal just sat there and did not respond to me. I thought that was odd and waved my arm above me to activate the motion detector light. It did not come on after I had done that. I called for the cat again as I continued to wave my arm at the light. I thought that I should just walk over there and pick up that cat and bring her into the house. A voice in my head said to me, “Wait until the light comes on.” I thought Ok and waved my arm again at the motion detector light. The light still did not come on for me. I thought, heck with this light, just go and get the cat since the light was not coming on. Again, the voice said, “Wait until the light comes on.” So, I waved my arm again at the light and this time it came on. Once it was on, I looked over to the patio where the “cat” was located. There sitting on my patio was a very big racoon and it stood up on its hind legs. It looked at me and I looked at it. Then it just turned and left. I thought, oh my God, I am so glad I did not go over and try to pick it up. They are known to be vicious and attack someone when they feel threatened so I could have been injured when trying to pick up my “cat.”
I am very thankful that I listened to my inner voice.