by Sandy Kirby Quandt
I received a text from one of my girlfriends. She’d been listening to a preacher and thought of me. The preacher said something about being someone else’s miracle. Ella felt I fit that category and wanted to tell me I was her miracle.
Although extremely humbled, I don’t see myself the way she sees me. I see myself as a sinner saved by grace. Someone God has used in his timing and in his way to speak to her through the years. Maybe somehow through me, God did work a miracle. I’m not saying one way or the other. Just not taking the credit.
Some folks don’t believe in miracles. Some folks do. Which camp are you in?
For those in the Don’t Camp, they believe miracles are things of the past. You know…God parted the Red Sea so the Israelites could flee Pharoah’s army…Jesus Christ turned water into wine at the wedding feast…He raised Lazarus from the tomb…Jesus was resurrected and ascended into heaven. You know. Bible times miracles. Not miracles today.
They discount what others would call a miracle today as coincidence. Happenstance. Freak of nature. Definitely nothing beyond explanation.
The Do Camp believes God is alive and well. Working in people’s lives today as he worked in people’s lives long ago. They believe there is no other explanation than BUT GOD…
Ella and I met at the Colorado Christian Writers Conference.
We happened to sit next to each other during an early bird workshop led by Patricia Raybon.
We coincidentally kept running into each other until we decided we were meant to spend the rest of the conference together. We opened up to each other and discovered we had more in common than wanting to become writers.
We exchanged contact info and each left for our corner of the world. It was over two years before we reestablished contact. I’d lost her info. She’d lost mine…BUT GOD had other plans and his timing was perfect.
While emptying out one of her bags, Ella found my information and got in touch. That was over four years ago.
Ella has prayed for me. I’ve prayed for her. She’s given me sound advice. She says I’ve done the same for her. She’s listened when I poured out my heart. I’ve listened when she’s poured out hers.
A miracle? Maybe. What I know is God’s hand has been in the midst of it all.
I know I’ve learned not to question when I’m nudged to pray for someone. I pray.
Usually, I find out later the person I prayed for had a specific need at that specific time.
The same has happened to me in reverse.
Friends have emailed or called and told me I was on their mind and they’d prayed. They weren’t aware of the struggle I was having at the time, BUT GOD knew, and they were obedient to his nudge to pray.
In need of a miracle? Let God know what’s on your mind and heart. You just might find he shows up through another person who might be your miracle.
So, which camp are you in? Don’t believe? Do believe? Anybody you know who you’d say God has used as a miracle in your life? Have you been a miracle in someone else’s life? Where have you seen a BUT GOD?
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There are many other things Jesus did. If every one of them were written down, I suppose the whole world would not be big enough for all the books that would be written. John 21:25 (NCV)
I wish you well.
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