surf to miracle moments; my examples

My three miracles:
1) a physics miracle, (2) an electric engineering miracle (3) a soccer miracle

I said parents are essential to finding God. My parents wanted me to study and do well and they wanted me to play soccer: my father the coach of the junior team I played in.
My mother one day ran to the school and complained about a teacher ignoring my upraised hand in answer to questions.

(1) Brisbane Australia about 1992, I had just read the bible for the first time in 1990 and had quit smoking for good the same day: the day before xmas day 1989.
At the time, i was walking to the state library from Spring Hill to study all day -- I was not reading or using any library books. It was sort of meditation with pen and paper.
I walked home each day past the pub and down the other side of the hill, with my backpack on.
This day, a man left the pub and followed me up the hill and down the other side towards Boundary road.
By God i knew he wanted to rob me by force, and I also knew he thought I was a slow walker and therefore easy prey.
I did three things. I stuck my left foot across the road to test for traffic. I turned my head and saw he was in the middle of a blinking with his eyes shut. I crossed the road in a flash of light and stood smiling at him from the other side as he opened his eyes. He stood for a minute and then turned around and left.
I strode down the hill somewhat angry.
This was a 'time and motion' miracle.
(2) As i was working in my rented room, it occured to me that it is possible to demonstrate the way an inductor (electric coil) and a capacitor function.
I went outside and stomped along for an inductor. Then after a while the spirit of God took over and I shuffled my feet on the concrete pavement, gliding perhaps a millimetre -- a sixteenth of an inch -- above the surface. Capacitor action is precise!
A man followed me to my left and was astonished. I got annoyed at him staring and gave a mental command to end the skating. I never saw him again.
(3) Sydney city, ashfield park in about 1998, three witnesses.
I was feeling good. I told God i would dedicate myself to soccer. Then I went over and got the ball and dribbled it toward two asian players in front of the make-shift goalposts made of jumpers-pullovers-cardigans on the ground. I gave a mental command to 'go straight through them'.
I was turned into a ghost and became myself again on the other side and scored.
The guy watching thought he saw that I had super soccer skills.

Strangely enough, maybe, I never tried to witness to any of these people.

I'll tell you about playing soccer for my father's team and how i made the choice of precision in those years 1969-73 that culminated in the miracle in 1998.
I had played enough matches to know I wanted to knock a guy over and take the ball from him at the same time, and keep the ball on my foot and not lose it.
Thus the power had to be strong enough to knock the guy over, but not too strong that the ball skidded away after the impact. I played centre half, but was dfefending most times -- the rest of the guys were goal hungry.

The timing had to be perfect, as you can imagine, and the placement had to be extremely precise as well.
I rammed my foot against a ball against a brick wall in my parent's backyard, over and over again, trying to kick hard but not let the ball rebound away.
(A precise act repeated.)
The moment of truth came!
I played number 5, centre half. The big centre forward, number nine, broke away from the pack and trundled the ball over the half-way line like a tank: he was well built.
I went in and slammed hard and he fell over. i kicked the ball back up to the pack in the other half.
Moments later, the same guy came at me again. And again i brought him down with a bang. I kicked the ball upfield again.
Again he came. But this time, in a V formation with two guys on either side. I went in as before but this time placed more of my attention of being precise and therefore less of my attention on being powerful. And so he broke through. I failed to chase him down and he scored.
But I had passed the test. (I had caught the wave of the grace of God.)

The numbers in this story are significant as well.
But this is not fiction, it actually happened.

Delta Goodrem: 3 steps fight an honest fight, two hearts can be satisfied, one love is all I need in this life.

I am elijah.