I’ve been waiting for an instant. The one big moment I can know I’m healed of cancer. Maybe I’ll have a moment. Maybe I’ll have a series of moments I’m not sure how God will choose to sustain my life.
But I do know he will. Even if he chooses to take me to eternity with him before I turn 93, don’t misunderstand. He will still be sustaining my life this way. Forever. You see, all God’s promises are yes and amen. He is good.
I’ve been thinking about the miracles of Jesus. He didn’t only heal bodies; he healed hearts. I want a whole body. But today finds me thankful I have a whole heart.
My good friend, Suzy, wrote this: Your Love is the Real Miracle
I looked and in front of me I saw a bush on fire that was not being consumed. This must have been an amazing miracle for Moses to witness, I thought. “No, this was not a miracle,” I heard from somewhere deep inside.
I looked again and in front of me I saw a wall of water splitting in two, creating a pathway of dry ground for a nation of people to pass safely through to the other side. What an incredible miracle that was, I thought.
“No, this was not a miracle either,” I heard again.
Once more I looked and in front of me I saw a woman standing before others boldly proclaiming the gospel of hope. I recognized that woman and knew her failings; I knew her weaknesses and all of her mistakes. This must truly be a miracle I insisted to myself. That God would use someone like her to speak hope to others.
“No, this is not even a miracle,” was the response that came back to me.
Then I saw a man standing in front of that bush that refused to be consumed. He was broken, weary and afraid. Still he said yes to God. Yes, to the difficult path promised to him.
“That was the miracle,” I heard whispered in my heart.
I saw the One who governs the universe without a moment’s hesitation look upon a collection of stiff-necked people who had a history of rejecting Him, but that long ago had made a promise to never leave or forsake them.
“That was the miracle.” I heard again.
Finally, I saw that woman whose past failures and mistakes should have disqualified her from ever being an effective witness to one so perfect as Jesus. I saw that woman as a little girl, crying alone in her room wanting just for someone to say that her life mattered. I saw her grown, as she is today telling you this story; lying broken before the healer of our deepest wounds, crying out for that One to redeem her life for His glory…as unworthy as she knew she was.
And this time, I whispered what I now understood. “That was the miracle.”
Not that a bush refused to be consumed. Not that a body of water split in two. Not that a woman like her…like me, could speak messages of hope to multitudes.
But that the love of God is so deep and so wide and so vast that broken and afraid, sinful and rebellious people become the receiving end of that eternal love. And their lives are changed forever. And the world is changed forever because they believed in the One who gave them that love.
That is truly a miracle.
I love how she expresses our desire to see God’s hand move while still keeping his heart in proper perspective.
Be inspired today! And if you’ve never let God heal your heart, ask him today. Ask me how; I’d love to pray with you.