I believe God cares about the little things in our lives. For many years, I have been finding God in small miracles; results of desperate prayers made during challenging times.
When newly married, my husband Gordy and I lived in a drafty two-story rental house, on the Washington coast. Finances were lean. In winter, the damp cold reached clear down to our bones, but the only way to heat that house was with a wood stove.
Brrr! How I wished for a heat vent to stand over, to blast warm air up my pants legs! In that old house, it took a shivering eternity to set the shavings, paper, and a log just right . . . then coax flames into action.
One evening there was to be no heat until Gordy or I fetched logs. It was his turn, and I was chilled. I wanted him to hurry! He grabbed a flashlight and trudged out into the dark evening, to an even darker shed.
He was gone quite awhile. Too long.
Finally I heard the kitchen door creak and slam. Gordy stomped into the adjoining living room looking crestfallen. “You are NOT going to believe this!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“My contact lens popped out. It’s gone. Forever. It’s hopeless.”
Hopeless? Yes, we were flat broke and couldn’t afford a new lens. A hundred dollars might as well have been a thousand. And finding the lens was highly unlikely. Yet God knew about our financial difficulties. So being a glass-half-full kind of gal, I said, “I’ll pray about it. Can I have the flashlight?”
I slipped on my jacket, then walked outside in the darkness towards the shed, while silently begging the Lord for help. Money worries were on my mind, but I also knew finding that lens would be a faith-builder for my husband.
The woodshed was about the size of a two-car garage without interior lighting: a bit creepy at night. I pointed my flashlight toward an inside wall, saw a few tools hung on hooks, then angled the beam of light downward. Yikes. Cords of wood were stacked hip high. I shone the light towards my feet. Oh, my! I was ankle-deep in sawdust and woodchips. I froze, fearful the contact lens might be near my feet and I’d accidentally bury it.
I sighed.“God, if I find this lens, it will be a miracle.” But strangely, I felt a sudden surge of faith. I deliberately aimed the light straight in front of me with one swing of my arm.
Glint! I saw a tiny reflection on the edge of one log. I moved closer: it was the lens, smaller than a thumbtack. Pinching it carefully between thumb and forefinger, I made my way back through the dark to my stunned husband.
When, was the last time, in a moment of difficulty, you chose to pray instead of panic? Did God answer your desperate prayer in a unique way, and if so, why did you believe it was a God-incidence, not a coincidence? When the odds of an incident happening are a million to one and happen after a very specific prayer, I think it’s God at work!
God would love to shine His light into your own moments of darkness. Ask Him! He is personal and present.
I am also finding God in small miracles in this beautiful video, Shine Your Light On Us, by the Robbie Seay Band. I hope you do too.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jib8_vjLvmY
For more about the Robbie Seay Band, visit http://www.robbieseayband.com/home. Upcoming concerts are in TX, MO, KY, VA, MD and DC.
