Like that time my sweet dear mother told me that she had lost her house keys, and she looked everywhere. Couldn't find them. She was worried, and to top it off, late for her meeting at the KH, so she asked Jehovah to help her find her keys and, you know? They were there, right beside her! She couldn't have missed them before, she had searched that place a hundred times! Jehovah must've made her keys appear...
Poor mom. =o(
We used to have a 1995 Dodge Caravan, and for some reason we lost a hubcap. I was mildly annoyed because I hate to have my car looking like that (it's like having one shirt tail tucked and the other one loose...) Anyway, suddenly I get a call from my dear sister...She was driving in the same street where we passed before and knew about said hubcap, and she thought to herself "Oh, Jehovah, where could that hubcap be?" And lo and behold, she turned her head and there it was, resting against a fence! God saved my minivan's looks!
Hmm, so Jehovah took his time to find my hubcap while Brother X dies of cancer. Neat.
Both my mother and my sister are intelligent people...although this stories make them sound like doorknobs. But it shows the extent of how the weird teachings about God we receive from the Watchtower affect our daily life. I always had a hard time accepting these tiny miracles...I saw it as a lack of respect. Man, if you're gonna believe in God, give him a proper place.
Dad, who was an elder (a very open-minded one, though), had this saying: "Jehovah doesn't go around doing personal little miracles." He was a smart guy.
So, next time you can't find your keys, or they change the time of your favorite TV show, ask Jehovah.
Puh-leeze.