I highly believe that to experience a miracle, you have to be looking for one. God so often works in mysterious ways that we too easily miss it. He tends to “fly under the radar,” working in ways that seem reasonable or sometimes logical, but we’re usually just fooling ourselves when we think like that. A couple things have happened in the past few days to bless me in this way.
First of all, I don’t have a good black suit. The only suit I have is years old and is olive green (it was in style when I got it). I knew I needed a black suit, but never could find reason to spend the money. Sadly, I found a reason. A friend of ours from the church Stephanie worked at (and I grew up in) works at a department store where we were able to get an employee’s discount. As soon as we arrived, another person who knows us was just arriving, and insisted (I mean insisted) on paying for the suit. I was not worried about the money at all, really, but this person was determined to pay for it. And like I said in my previous post, I know people want to help in any way they can.
While leaving the department store, I ran across another friend who informed me that a P.O. box had been set up for people to be able to send to that address. This would preserve my household privacy (while emotionally/mentally/spiritually, I prefer not to have privacy as you’ve no doubt noticed). That was something I would have never thought of and am so thankful for the idea and for the work done to open the box.
Lastly, two nights ago, I was lying in my bed at my house. It was just me (the kids are at my parents and that’s where I’ve been staying mostly) and it was quiet and dark and sad. I had spent some time crying, but it was late and I knew I just needed to fall asleep. I was crying out to God that He would at least help me fall asleep if He was so insistent to not say “yes” to my cries for a miracle. As I was finally drifting into the night, I heard some books fall over which have been stacked in our room for at least a month or more (without having fallen yet, mind you). I had to turn on the light to see what was going on and found a book Stephanie had been reading called “When Life Is Hard” by James MacDonald. I don’t even know why she was reading it (though suspect it was after one of our three miscarriages), but I started into it and it sounds like a perfect book for everything going on. I couldn’t keep my eyes open too long and fell asleep after finishing a few pages.
These are the type of things I’m talking about, though. Anyone could easily explain these away as coincidence or randomness. But when it really comes down to it, I can’t believe these events are anything less than miracles from God. And, for as much as they can, they are helping to sustain me through this time. I’m keeping my eyes on the lookout for anything else that God is using to encourage me.
One of the greatest miracles, of course, is how I started this blog to make it easier on me to keep everyone updated with the news and spare myself writing 30 emails a day. Now thousands are reading and as many are praying for me and reaching out to me and encouraging me. That is the miracle of God’s people and His providence to see me through it all. Thank you again, for being a part of the miracle.