My First Miracle: Turning Water into Wine

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Today I went and called my first disciples to me. I walked near the Sea of Galilee and I saw two brothers. I immediately knew from the Holy Spirit that I was to call them. I walked up to the brothers. They had been casting a net into the lake, and I assumed that they were fishermen. "Simon, Peter ," I called out. They turned their heads to me.
"Huh?" one of them replied.
I smiled at them. "Follow me. Instead of you two fishing for fish, I will teach you how to fish for people."
They looked at each other questioningly. Instead of protesting, they dropped their nets and followed me. We walked for a few more miles until I saw 3 people. I know immediately that they were brothers, sons of Zebedee. They were in a boat, not far from the shore with their father. They had been preparing their nets, about to cast them out into the water. They lifted their hands up to throw it out, but I called them. "James! John!"
They stopped in their tracks. Looking for the voice that called them. "Sons of Zebedee, come and follow me!"
They glanced at their father, unsure. Once their father nodded, trusting me, they placed the nets down, sailing back to shore. They said their goodbyes to their father and they followed me.

The disciples, my mother, and I went to a wedding that was at Cana, in Galilee. We were enjoying the party until my mother had pulled me aside. "Jesus, they have no more wine."
"Woman, why do you involve me? My hour has not yet come."
My mother sighed and turned to the servants. "Do whatever he tells you," she said. That's all she said before she left, leaving me with the servants. I sighed to myself before looking at the servants. I guess it wouldn't hurt to help them out. They led me to a room where there stood six stone water jars. They were the kind that were always used for ceremonial washing. They held about twenty to thirty gallons, enough for a lot of people to drink from.
I turned to the servants. "Fill the jars with water, please."
They did as they were told, filling each jar to the brim. "Will each of you leave me alone?" I asked. They obeyed.
I stared at the jars of water. Looking at each of them filled to the brim. I walked around, slowly putting my hands into each of them, slowly stirring the water. In a few moments, each jar had turned into a dark substance. Wine. I cupped my hands and lifted the drink to my mouth for a taste. That was it. It was wine.
I stepped outside the room, glancing at a servant. "Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet."
The servant obeyed. I stood there for a moment longer, pondering if I should return to the wedding. Once I decided that I wanted to, I went to sit next to my mother, watching how the master of the banquet reacted.
He gently grabbed the cup from the servant's hands, slowly lifting it up to his lips to taste it. His eyes widened as soon as the liquid had hit his taste buds, amazed at the wine I had made. "Bring the bridegroom quick!" the master of the banquet said. Once the bridegroom arrived, he spoke to everyone that was there, "Everyone usually brings out the choice of wine first and then they bring out the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink, but you have saved the best until now."
My disciples looked at me, suspecting that I had done it. I nodded to them silently to indicate that I had done what they had suspected. "My time has not yet come, but this is only the first of many signs that I will do."

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