This is my first post..(yay me!)
I decided to join this forum after finding (and reading) this thread by searching "Christian view of 11:11" in Yahoo. I have a long, hard to explain 11:11 story that I just experienced, and I can tell you that I would never, ever think Satan was involved, no matter how many people post really angry, big, bold letters on the internet about it. I think I'm gonna have to start way back to properly explain what happened, so get comfy if you're interested. I can tell you it affected me enough to sit here now and spend my work day typing about it, not knowing who this would help, if anyone... or if anyone will even bother reading this, but here goes...
I grew up in a somewhat "confused" Christian household, before my parents got together, my Dad was in prison, as was my Mom's brother. They knew eachother and one day my Mom went to visit her brother and ended up meeting my Dad. She was a Christian and my Dad got into it too, but there was always the drugs, anger, fights, bikes, prison buddies (things that came along with my Dad)...you got the picture.
Anyway, Dad was very heavily into dark spiritual stuff, real magic, (I believe channelling and other such things) and some seriously scary things before he met my Mom, and he never thought to spare such information and freaky stories from me while I grew up, so I've always been aware of things that are unseen, good and bad.
My parent's talked alot about Christianity and numbers, so I always knew numbers had a significance of some kind, and they aren't just for adding up the cell phone bills.
I asked Jesus into my heart when I was little, I think I was 7. All I understood then was that I had to believe that Christ died for us, and that if I sinned, I had to ask for forgiveness, forgive everyone else, and try not to do it again. I carried that "close-but-no-cigar" belief on until about a week ago.
When I was younger, I was a good kid. I didn't want God to catch me doing bad things, because I knew it upset him, and I knew he rewarded people according to they're works.
I made the choice at 11 years old to get baptized (fully submerged) because I figured God would be happy with it, I didn't understand what I was doing, I was just shootin' for some brownie points I guess.
So years started to pass, I got older, colder, angrier, heavy into alcohol, drugs, tarot cards, horoscopes, astrology and of course, numerology. I still prayed, but it felt like I was talking to a wall.
I went through a couple years of constant, very vivid, very lucid nightmares, I felt lost and eventually started taking anti-depressants so I'd at least have the energy to get out of bed in the morning.
(This is when I hit the bottom) I became pregnant and lost my baby (This would be the 2nd one I've lost and no, I didn't drink or do drugs when I was pregnant). I almost died, my liver was fried and my eyes went yellow. My 5 year old was in line for ankle surgery that could potentially leave her unable to walk, we had 1 month to find a new house (with no money) the list goes on.
I got to the point where I was crying and completely begging God to make it stop, I told him I need him, I need faith, I need help and I need to understand.... a week or two later we found a house, a really, really nice, really big one. The rent is low and the landlord's ended up knowing my fiance's Dad somehow, so we didn't even need to pay last month's rent, or even a security deposit. I couldn't believe it. I was so happy about it that I decided I would try to get off my anti-depressants the day I move in (despite the warnings from my doctor and very real withdrawl problems that probably would happen)
So we moved in here on October 1st of this year (No problems with withdrawl yet lol... infact, I even quit drinking), and 25 days later my daughter goes in for her surgery. When it was over, they had her in a full, lower-leg fibreglass cast and said she would need to keep it on for 6 months, then she would need to wear a full leg splint for 5-6 months after that.
That news bothered me, of course I was praying the whole time and I tried to stay positive. Anyway, 2 1/2 weeks after surgery she went in to get the cast changed and everything checked over. They took her cast off and never put a new one on, they said she's fine, she doesn't even need the splint. Did I mention this was Sick Kid's Hospital? So she's downstairs walking around and playing right now, she's doing quite well, actually

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Now the 11:11 thing... Right around when all of this good stuff started happening, I started seeing 11:11 and a few other similar numbers like 1:11 10:11 etc... everywhere I looked. If I glanced at the microwave while the timer was counting down it would say 11:11 or 1:11 (you know what I mean). If I looked at the time, if I glanced at a house address while driving or walking by, taxi metres, even clocks set at the wrong time.
At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but as it started happening more and more, I just couldn't ignore it. In fact, it happened a few times that I would look at my clock in my room to see one of those numbers, then later decide to go downstairs to the kitchen for a drink and see those numbers again on the microwave cause the time was set wrong. but seriously, what kind of coincidence is that?
I decided that it was happening enough to tell my fiance about it, and I started to point it out to him whenever it happened, and it definately happened... so much that he started to seriously wonder what was going on....neither of us got creeped out tho, which was weird... I'm quite the chicken, so usually strange things like this would freak me out.
I need to back-track for a sec. About 3 weeks ago I picked up my Bible for the first time in ages for the purpose of reading Revelations. I've always been one of those Christians that fight sleep when a Bible is opened. (at least I'm honest!). But with the world being the way it is today, and with all the apocalyptic talk that's going around, I figured I should dust the ol' book off and have a look.
Before I started reading though, I figured it would be a good idea to close my eyes and ask for some serious help, and while I was praying I asked for some guidance too, because my beliefs, my values, everything...needed a makeover asap, and I knew this by the things surrounding me, the emotions, atmosphere, physical. My whole world. Anyway, when I was done praying, I sat there and read as much as I could, trying hard to understand what I could, then I fell asleep. I did the best I could.
So a couple weeks pass and this 11:11 thing is getting even more frequent, to the point where it's hard to think about much else, and I couldn't brush it off anymore.
I decided to get on the internet and search around for people's interpretations on the meaning of 11:11, remembering that old "Make a wish at 11:11" thing I used to hear as a kid, and knowing most children's stories and superstitions are usually based on something more serious. The first sites I landed on were mostly based on numerology and new age things, so I glanced over them for a sec, then backed away slowly, remembering that I recently renounced that stuff and have to stay away before I get sucked in again, seriously. So I went back to the search results page and landed on a forum that was all for people that constantly experience this 11:11 thing, people from all walks of life, all religions.
Lots of people posted long posts (like this one!) but one of the short ones caught my eye. Someone put up this link:
http://www.scripturesforamerica.org/PDF%20...r%20Message.pdf and said something along the lines of: This is what I believe it is. Read it, then tell me if you think I'm wrong.
I clicked on the link and realized that this thing is like 48 pages long... How am I supposed to stay awake for 48 pages of church talk? man... so I put my head down and started praying. I asked God to give me the time, eye power and desire to read this thing only IF he wanted me to. I couldn't even print it out, so I had to stare at the screen the whole time.
Anyway, this was early on in the day, my fiance was gone all day until whenever while he worked a double shift, so I figured I had some time, but I didn't want to start it unless I could finish it, cause I knew the chances of me going back to it again on another day to resume reading were slim.
So I started reading, my phone never rang, I felt a million knew things and gained so much more understanding while I read it, then, just when I was finishing up the last page, my fiance walked in from work. I found it funny the timing was so good....

I went to bed that night with a smile on my face and a happy, comforted, super saved feeling that hasn't gone away like every other feeling I've ever experienced. I feel incredible, and I now understand what it really means to be born-again. The best way I can describe it is to say that I feel like a kid again, in every way, only BETTER.
My post here isn't going to make much sense unless you read what I read, so you might wanna book some vacation time for it lol.
MOVING ON....
So I woke up the next day after sleeping in, with that same smile on my face. My fiance and I had to drive out of town on a really dark, cloudy, no sun kinda day, I think it was last Sunday? it looked like the evening at lunch time, it wasn't nice out.
We were driving on a long, straight stretch of road and the radio was off. It was dark everywhere except for right infront of us where the clouds had opened up (while they were moving quickly) and tons of these really bright sunbeams were shooting out of the clouds directly onto the road infront of us. When that happened, I wished I had my camera to take a picture (I'm a photographer) because it looked so much like a typical "God scene" from a movie or something, it was beautiful. Of course, as soon as I thought that, my fiance pointed out himself that I should have brought it.
I'm not much of a radio person, I'd rather use my iPod or car CD player, but for whatever reason right when the sun started blasting through the clouds infront of us, right after my fiance was done mentioning my camera, I turned on the radio and the song "Falling On" had just started playing. I've heard this song a million times before, but for some reason this time I decided to listen to the words, and the meaning behind the song. I didn't catch the whole drift of the song while it was playing, but it made me feel really good while I looked up at the sun, and while remembering everything I had read and learned the night before. As soon as the song ended, the clouds moved over the sun and I made a mental note to look up the lyrics to that song.
When I got home I fired up my computer and found the lyrics, which are:
When you feel so close to some resolve
And you write the words you’re writing for
But your courage gets dissolved
Into what, I don't know...
When you feel that way again
You have to stop your thinking
And think of what you're here for
And let the rest of your feelings go
You've got to find your balance, You've got to realize
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes
And if you find you've fallen, and all your grace is gone
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on
When you feel so close to some resolve
And you say the things that you're standing for
Don't let your courage get dissolved
Cause it's then the fear grows
You've got to find your balance, You've got to realize
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes
And if you find you've fallen, and all your grace is gone
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on
Just give me the word and I’ll be there
Show me the words that I’ve been living for
Just tell me the things you’re not afraid for
It’s do or die, this is either or
Just give me the word and I will be there,
Just give me the word and I will be there!
You've got to find your balance
You've have to realize
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes
And if you find you've fallen
And all your grace is gone
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on
You've got to find your balance
You've got to realize
You've got to try to find what's right before your eyes
And if you find you've fallen
And all your grace is gone
Just scream for me and I'll be what you're falling on Ok, so I'm sure alot of you can understand why this song affected me, and why I'm including it in this story. I believe alot of what is said in this song is what God wants us to know he's like, what he's here for, what he'll do for us, what we have to do.
Another thing, the first search result that I clicked on for these lyrics happened to be a site that mentions the meanings of the band's name and other things. Of course, the name of the band that wrote this song is Finger ELEVEN, and as it turns out, they named their band after 11:11, that's what Finger Eleven means. Coincidence? I dunno, but it's cool.
So, all of the good things I've mentioned here have just recently happened, and here I am today just making sure that it's ok that the numbers 11:11 are still popping up everywhere, and I think it is, because if it hadn't I wouldn't be feeling the way I am, and I certainly wouldn't know God the way I should, and if it wasn't for His grace and mysterious ways of reminding his children of his power and presence (in subtle ways that don't induce fear, imagine if a huge angel appeared to you out of nowhere, or God spoke into your ear), I'd be ruined by my lack of understanding if it wasn't for that. I don't think it's possible for me to believe that 11:11 is a satanic thing, because I don't think it's possible for me to believe that satan wants to bring people closer to God.
So that's it I think, have my 2 cents... and as a disclaimer, the 48 page e-book that I read was written by somebody else, there may be a couple points in that book that I'm not sure on, but maybe not...who knows! I certainly don't know everything, but I'd love to hear other people's opinions on that book, it really changed my world around. The overall message is good, and real, thank God.