Monday, December 1, 2014

Missed Miracles

What David wrote he was thankful for one year on our Thanksgiving table runner.

“Then the Lord gave the donkey the ability to speak.  ‘What have I done to you that deserves your beating me three times?’ it asked Balaam.”  Numbers 22:28 (NLT)

I’m sure I wouldn’t miss a miraculous talking donkey mentioned in the verse above.  Neither would you.   I will forever remember the time when God sent me a dramatic miracle when David was in Tijuana, Mexico.  Click here if you want to read that story.  There have been a few other times when the miracle was obvious.

Maybe that dramatic miracle comes because I’m not paying attention to God like Balaam wasn’t or maybe it comes because God knows just what I need before I even know it, like with David in Mexico.   

But what if you have not experienced any miracles that others would consider “biggies” or maybe it’s been a long time and you are feeling kind of like you could really use a miracle right about now.   I know I’ve felt that way sometimes.   I think that things just can’t get worse, or it’s never going to get better, or I wonder what God is trying to teach me from this experience so I can get it over with already.  Do any of those sound familiar?  

I am so busy fretting about my journey that I am missing miracles all around me.  I don’t mean things like the miracle of a new little one being born or anything like that.  What I’m talking about are those miracles that happen every day that show us God’s gracious love for us and we don’t even take notice of them.   When I think about an average day in David’s life, I saw miracles everywhere. 

When he was still alive he had no less than 4 car accidents yet never injured another person.

He almost overdosed on a certain pill at least a dozen times, but that pill did not take his life.

When David was homeless for a time, he never went hungry.

There were countless times that he could have been severely injured, but he always escaped with minor injuries.

But sometime the miracle is not so obvious. 
I especially remember the night before he passed away when David stopped by asking for some ingredients to grill the fish he had caught.  He had just graduated from a half-way house two days before.  I noticed his boots were on the wrong feet which would seem odd for a 28 year old, but for me it told me so much more than that.  It told me he was not doing well emotionally.   He had been wearing them that way all day and didn’t even know it.  I gave him ingredients, chatted with him a little, and sent him on his way.   Graduating from the half-way was about step 7 out of 100 on his road to recovery and by all appearances it looked like he had just gone back to step 2 or 3.  Later that night he overdosed and died in his sleep.  Where’s the miracle in all of that?  If you really think about it, you’ll see it.  David seemed like a little boy that night and I was able to tell him that I loved him one last time.  

God sent David to my door and gave me the opportunity to see “my little boy” with his boots on the wrong feet and all.  Plus I was able to tell him I love him one last time.  I will forever have that picture of David like a little boy etched in my mind.

I am sure I still miss other miracles in my life.  My guess is you do too.

Pray:  Lord, Thank you for the many seemingly little miracles that occur every day.  Help me to see them and praise you for your love and grace bestowed on me.   Amen

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