Gary Miracle

“I remember back when I was low as a rug. Now I'm standing up look at what my Father does”
~ Forrest Frank

“People often ask me how I stay so positive after losing all four of my limbs. I simply ask how they stay so negative with theirs”
~ unknown

“Since I was 11 years old I have preached that God is good, attempted to tell strangers that God is good, and do everything I could to convince them to believe that God is good. So how dare I, now that something traumatic has happened to me in my life, live as if He's no longer good?”
~ No More Bad Days the book

Whatever y'all got going on today… whatever is heavy on your heart…He didn't mess up on you. He didn't make a mistake on you. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. But blessed be the name of the Lord! (Job 1:21)

Happy Wednesday y’all!

Think about this: Today is the tomorrow that you were worried about yesterday! And you’re still here. On purpose. Right on time! And you have no idea what God has in store for you…

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Five years ago my son had a school project where he had to write about his hero. For two weeks, I did what any dad would do, I kept checking in. “You need any help?” “You got it handled?”and every time, he’d give me that same confident little smile and say, “Nah, I’m good, Dad.”

I didn’t think much of it. Just another school project. 🤷‍♂️

Then that morning came. He walked out of his room, backpack on his shoulder, and in his hands was a big poster board. On it… was me. A hand drawn picture of me with no arms or no legs with my prosthetic hooks on sitting in my wheelchair. He had chosen me as his hero. 😭 I was actually terrified the entire time driving to school because my eyes were filled with tears.

I can’t even describe what that moment did to my heart. I had spent weeks wondering if he was doing okay with his assignment, but all along, God was writing something far deeper in my boy’s heart. Something I didn’t have to help him with.

It reminded me that sometimes the seeds we plant quietly and the love we live out daily, speak louder than any words we could ever say. You never know what kind of impact you’re having just by showing up, being present, and letting God’s love shine through you (and I personally had the greatest example of that through my father, who was transformed by Christ)!

That morning wasn’t just about a school project. It was a holy reminder for me that my children are always watching, that my life preaches louder than my lips, and that God can use even the ordinary moments to whisper, “You’re making a difference” when the world is shouting a different message.

I’m so thankful God kept me around. If this very moment five years ago was why he brought me back to life then I would do it all again for my kids. I will treasure this memory that pops up every year!

Thank you for listening. Lol.

It's Monday. And let's be honest… Mondays suck. 🤣 (sorry to use such foul language on this beautiful Monday morning)

But the best news ever is that His mercies are new every day. So let's keep it going.

As Charlie Kirk said, when people stop talking, thats when violence begins, marriages end and of course the enemy will allow bitterness to harbor inside of you.

But not today Satan.

So what's on your heart? Let us know your prayer requests or just anything that you need to get off of your heart in the comment section below. If sin and struggle finds its power when it's hidden… then let’s vulnerably get it out!

Be brave. How can I pray for you today?



It’s been two years. Seeing No More Bad Days sitting on store shelves out there in the world is both humbling and surreal. This book isn’t just pages and words…it’s my heart, my scars, my journey and my faith laid bare for the world to see.

I’ll be honest… it’s a vulnerable feeling. Sharing your story means opening yourself up in ways that aren’t always comfortable. But God reminded me that vulnerability is often the doorway to healing, not just for me, but for others too.

So today, I’m not just thankful for a book on a shelf. I’m thankful for the God who carried me through the story, the people who believed in it and the hope that someone out there will pick it up and feel a spark of encouragement on their own “bad day.”

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who’s supported, prayed and cheered me on along the way. May this book (and more importantly, our lives) remind us all that with Christ, there really are no more bad days.

I’m not gonna lie… It was hard to hold back the tears.

So much of my childhood was watching this man! What an incredible night.