ImageI don’t believe in God. That is the last thing I remember saying. Let me start at the beginning. I am married to a wonderful woman. We have been trying and trying to have a baby but it just won’t happen. My wife cries herself to sleep every night because she wants a little child of her own to care for, to love, to hold. She has even tried to pray to her God to help. Well, I thought she was crazy! Praying to a make-believe God to help her have a baby after every doctor she has seen has told her if she were to have a baby it would be a miracle because medically she is unable to have one.

At the office that day I have a co-worker who calls himself a “Christian” who is always trying to tell me about this God thing. I couldn’t take it anymore. That day I had just about had all I could take. My wife was at home constantly telling me God would take care of them. I come to work and this guy is pushing God into my face again!! I had to get out of there so I told everyone I was going home early.

I went out into the lobby and pushed the elevator button to go down, the door opened and I started to step in, just then I heard my wife call my name. I turned around to see my wife standing there with a big smile on her face. It was a very odd time for her to be there at 3:00 in the afternoon. She shouldn’t even be off work yet!

I heard someone say “I can’t believe this!” and I looked over and saw everyone looking at the elevator that I had just almost stepped into. I walked over to the elevator and looked in and I could say nothing. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This elevator had no floor.If I had stepped into that elevator I would have dropped 20 stories to my death. I couldn’t believe it!! I looked over at my wife and thought if she had not been here at that minute I would have been dead!! I asked her, “Why did you come here this time of day?”

She just looked at me and said, “I had to go to the doctor this morning and I came by to tell you that we are going to have a baby.” A baby!! A miracle!! One, a miracle for her to be pregnant; two, for this miracle in itself to save my life. My last words before that happened. “I don’t believe in God.” I dropped to my knees and wept. How could I not believe?

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