Believing God -- Week 3 -- Miracles

WOW. What else can I say, but WOW. This week in "Believing God" has been in.cre.di.ble. I don't know about you, but I need to give the Lord a shout today for all He's done!


I love the phrase Beth gave in the video this week: "We believe little because we've seen little. We've seen little, therefore we believe little."


And the cycle goes on and on, doesn't it?


I'll bet, if we would all be honest, that each of us could say that we forget the wonders we've seen God do from time to time. Not immediately, mind you, but certainly as the dust settles from the sheer adventure of it, and we get going again on the hum-drum of life, we...forget. I like the phrase "forget to remember." Because we don't actually forget; it's still in there. We just don't remember. That's why God's commandments to the Israelites in the Old Testament, and to us today, are always accompanied with "remember..."


For example, the Lord told Joshua in the book of, um, Joshua, that he was to erect memorial stones at all the places where they met God so they could tell their kids what happened there...and pass it on. And I love how He ends Chapter 4: "...that all the peoples of the earth may know the hand of the Lord, that it is mighty, that you may fear the Lord your God forever."


Shouldn't we do the same?


So if you will indulge me here, I'd like to share just one of the many miracles I've seen God do in my life. I would love to say that I've seen several in the past week, but unfortunately my faith is just not that big...yet.


But my God is, though.


When Mini me was a wee bit over three, I was large-and-in-charge pregnant with our second child, Brown Eyes. You think I'm kidding, but I'm telling you I looked like I was shoplifting a Pilates fitness ball under my dress.


I was still working (you know, like for a paycheck) at that time, so one morning while attempting to drop Mini me off with the sitter, I planted my foot (that I hadn't seen in at least 4 months) in a deep hole in the sitter's yard. I was carrying Mini me on the protrusion that was the residence of my second son.


I promise you've never seen a girl and her two kids fall so hard. Because once I started to go...


TIMBER!!!!


There was just no stopping us. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, so as we were going down, I could see the concrete slab in the way of our fall. I was furiously calculating exactly how to fall to keep us from hitting it. Really, I was just throwing my massive body weight as far away from it as I could.


I almost got far enough.


I managed to land on my side instead of my belly, which spared my youngest. I managed to keep Mini me from hitting the concrete with his whole body. I did not manage to get him away enough to keep his head from hitting the pavement. Ouch.


I eventually left him with the sitter and advised her to keep a close eye on him and call me if anything didn't look right. About 30 minutes after I got to work, she called.


He wasn't out cold or anything, but he had thrown up once and was extremely lethargic. And he wouldn't eat. WHAT??!! I'm coming right over.


When I buckled him in his seat and headed toward the children's hospital, I kept trying to keep him awake. I was afraid if he fell asleep that I wouldn't be able to wake him back up. I was not in the condition to handle that kind of anguish.


The problem was that he wouldn't talk back. Those of you that know Mini me...you know he's a chatterbox. He always has been. No one knows where he got it, either. eh hem.


So anyway...he wouldn't tell me his name or my name, big trucks, nuthin. When his eyes started rolling in the back of his head, I just about came unglued. I worked about 45 minutes from the Children's hospital, but I'm quite sure we made it in 20. I kept thinking, "If a cop tries to pull me over, he can just follow me there."


As we were approaching our exit, he started to close his eyes and not open them back up! I was reaching to the back seat, screaming at my child to please, please wake up!! I could no longer keep him aroused.


As we took the exit, at the top of the hill, I literally, audibly cried out to God. Of course, I had been talking to Him between trying to keep Mini me awake, but this was different. This was a mother's desperate cry for her child.


Now, I am acutely aware that there could be someone reading this who's cried out just like I did, but got a different response from our God. He is sovereign over everything, and He alone knows why He answers the same prayer two different ways. But that's where faith and trust in Him comes in.


This time, He chose to perform a miracle. By the time I got to the bottom of the exit ramp, I heard my child say in the sweetest voice the most precious thing he'd ever said to me: "Look, mommy, a ambilance!"


I whirled my head around and saw my bright-eyed, smiling baby pointing his finger to the ambulance sitting next to us waiting for the light to turn green.


It was that fast. I can still see his face in my mind.


By the time we got to the hospital, the Dr. didn't even want to take an MRI because he said, "There's nothing wrong with this boy." Oh no, huh-uh, you are not walking out of this room without writing orders for an MRI -- STAT!!


He was finally persuaded to run the test even though my then three year old was playing and talking as if nothing had ever happened!


And of course, the test was clear.


Join the rest of us over at Meyers on the Hood for some more commentary from our lesson!