If you had asked me two months ago whether I believed in miracles, I probably would have told you yes. And I did, but only in that generic way that says, "Jesus turned water into wine. Of course miracles happen!" But I didn't really believe in them in a way that prays believing they will happen. I had never personally experienced something where I needed a miracle so it was enough for me to believe with my mind and not my heart.
When I got on a plane in February to go home after a call telling me that my Dad was in the ICU and unresponsive, I didn't know what to pray. The doctors had told my Mom and younger sister that he was brain dead and there was nothing we could do but wait and hope. I didn't know what to hope for. I confess that it was hard for me to have hope. I began to take comfort in knowing that my Dad knows Jesus as his Savior and that we could be sure he would go to heaven if he died. I also began to fear that if (and this was a weak if for me) he did wake up he would never be the same again because of the brain damage. I also feared what would happen to my family, to my Mom especially. All I could do was cry out to God..asking that He would help me walk through whatever happened with Him..asking that He would please give us more time with my Dad. I prayed not knowing that to expect but knowing that I had to trust God.
Over the past few years of my life, a major lesson I've been learning is that God is good no matter what. No matter how hard life gets, He is unchanging and I can praise Him in any circumstance. I think that in some ways I allowed that to keep me from praying big prayers and from praying them with hope. I figured, if things will be okay no matter what and since God loves to throw challenges my way, why pray that hard? There are so many distortions here that God surfaced I can't even explain them all, but let me say that challenges are good and God uses the hardest things in our lives to strengthen our faith and make us more like Christ. And He does long to bless us. He is able to bless us beyond what we can imagine. Sometimes that blessing is through difficulties and sometimes it's through the good things, through miracles.
I arrived home on Tuesday and went straight to the hospital to see my Dad. The next couple days were spent at the hospital, watching, waiting..and trying to hope. On Thursday we walked in and he was awake and sitting up in bed talking! It was a surreal moment..the doctors were all amazed and we were overwhelmed with joy. We are so blessed.
Miracles do happen. We don't know why God choses to make them happen in some cases and in other cases He seems to leave us hanging. I believe that when God doesn't give us a miracle it's not because He can't. I know He can. I think it's because there is another work that He is doing and we shouldn't give up on Him or think that He has given up on us. And when He does give us a miracle we should never stop saying thank you and living with hope.
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| with my Dad and younger sister |