I’ve had three miracles that I have begged God to answer before our big move come August. So far he is in the process of answering them all. But one has progressed in a delightful way.
We have dear friends that faced the deep bottom of despair this winter. They became aware of an alcoholic addiction that went back to childhood. After leaving his wife and children during the Christmas holidays, he drank himself into a depression so deep, truly only God was able to bring him out of it. We watched a change in his wife that was truly amazing. She was crumbled like a fragile vase that was shattered and then mashed into bits. But God brought her up out of this mess, even while she watched the hopelessness of her husband’s addiction getting worse. He healed her heart. He gave her strength that only could come from God. She claimed God’s promises in His Word and proclaimed them to all who cared. And we did. And we prayed. Fervently. Without ceasing. We cried out to God to do this miracle. To save this marriage. This family.
I told her as often as I could that I knew God was going to do this thing. People would say that God doesn’t always choose to work that way. And He doesn’t. But I knew in this case He would. We stood on this promise. We embraced it. We weren’t entirely patient as we waited. And it seemed like it was forever. But God had his plan, and we watched it unfold in amazement.
When we got the news that he had agreed to go to rehab, I was struck between shock and delight. I’m truly amazed at how often I am shocked by God’s miracles. But it’s true. I am. It’s not that we doubt Him or lose our faith. But when life drags on and our hope is looking bleak, it’s easy to waver. So the reality of his decision to finally go to rehab seemed initially shocking.
He is in rehab for 90 days…well pretty much until about when we’re moving. I am convinced that we will be in Guatemala and will receive the news that our dear friends have plans to visit us. I also am convinced that God used this huge life changing event…the deepest of despair to the slow uphill recovery…to mold a man and his family for something greater than we can even imagine in the near future. How many lives he will end up influencing in incredible ways, we can only imagine. He already is.
My second miracle…the complete healing and recovery of my college roommate’s (one of my dearest friends ever) thirteen-year-old son. After being sick for nearly 7 months, they are finally diagnosing him with Crohn’s disease. He has been in indescribable pain for a very long time. His mom has stayed by his side through it all. I’ve grieved for this time she has bared by his side. I want to fix it for her. But I can’t. I want to make it all go away. But I can’t. Truthfully, it just plain sucks. But all we can do is pray. There is hope. We see light at the end of the tunnel. I’m convinced God will heal him too. He has something incredible planned for this young man. He’s going to recover and rock his world for Christ. What a story he will have to proclaim. And his mom too. I anticipate the news of his complete recovery, even before we move. That’s just the GOD of miracles that I believe in.
My third miracle is the school we are watching progress in Guatemala. $600,000 is a lot of money. But nothing is too big for God. And, compared to the money that people spend in the U.S. on building projects, $600,000 is a drop-in-the-bucket. I’m convinced God will provide every penny needed in his perfect timing. My miracle is that it comes in before we move. But technically, as long as it’s in by the time the building is completed, it’s still a miracle. Because technically, a miracle is something only God can do.
I will keep you all updated on the progress of my miracles.
We have dear friends that faced the deep bottom of despair this winter. They became aware of an alcoholic addiction that went back to childhood. After leaving his wife and children during the Christmas holidays, he drank himself into a depression so deep, truly only God was able to bring him out of it. We watched a change in his wife that was truly amazing. She was crumbled like a fragile vase that was shattered and then mashed into bits. But God brought her up out of this mess, even while she watched the hopelessness of her husband’s addiction getting worse. He healed her heart. He gave her strength that only could come from God. She claimed God’s promises in His Word and proclaimed them to all who cared. And we did. And we prayed. Fervently. Without ceasing. We cried out to God to do this miracle. To save this marriage. This family.
I told her as often as I could that I knew God was going to do this thing. People would say that God doesn’t always choose to work that way. And He doesn’t. But I knew in this case He would. We stood on this promise. We embraced it. We weren’t entirely patient as we waited. And it seemed like it was forever. But God had his plan, and we watched it unfold in amazement.
When we got the news that he had agreed to go to rehab, I was struck between shock and delight. I’m truly amazed at how often I am shocked by God’s miracles. But it’s true. I am. It’s not that we doubt Him or lose our faith. But when life drags on and our hope is looking bleak, it’s easy to waver. So the reality of his decision to finally go to rehab seemed initially shocking.
He is in rehab for 90 days…well pretty much until about when we’re moving. I am convinced that we will be in Guatemala and will receive the news that our dear friends have plans to visit us. I also am convinced that God used this huge life changing event…the deepest of despair to the slow uphill recovery…to mold a man and his family for something greater than we can even imagine in the near future. How many lives he will end up influencing in incredible ways, we can only imagine. He already is.
My second miracle…the complete healing and recovery of my college roommate’s (one of my dearest friends ever) thirteen-year-old son. After being sick for nearly 7 months, they are finally diagnosing him with Crohn’s disease. He has been in indescribable pain for a very long time. His mom has stayed by his side through it all. I’ve grieved for this time she has bared by his side. I want to fix it for her. But I can’t. I want to make it all go away. But I can’t. Truthfully, it just plain sucks. But all we can do is pray. There is hope. We see light at the end of the tunnel. I’m convinced God will heal him too. He has something incredible planned for this young man. He’s going to recover and rock his world for Christ. What a story he will have to proclaim. And his mom too. I anticipate the news of his complete recovery, even before we move. That’s just the GOD of miracles that I believe in.
My third miracle is the school we are watching progress in Guatemala. $600,000 is a lot of money. But nothing is too big for God. And, compared to the money that people spend in the U.S. on building projects, $600,000 is a drop-in-the-bucket. I’m convinced God will provide every penny needed in his perfect timing. My miracle is that it comes in before we move. But technically, as long as it’s in by the time the building is completed, it’s still a miracle. Because technically, a miracle is something only God can do.
I will keep you all updated on the progress of my miracles.
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