Miracles

Miracle: a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency; a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences. (Definitions from Oxford dictionary).

Sometimes, in the every day bustle, I forget about the miracle of becoming a mama. I forget that we waited almost sixteen years to hold our newborn babe. I forget about all the prayers that were prayed for this child and how it doesn’t make sense to the natural mind that she is even here. So, today I want to share a story about our miracle.

A little over two years before our daughter was born, we went on a week-long trip with three other families. I remember praying a lot and really seeking the Lord during the time leading up to this trip. Besides the issue of wanting children, there was just a lot going on with work and different things, and I was desperate for direction and answers. Matthew 7:7 says, “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:” I have found this to be so true!

We limit vacations in which we miss a church service, usually to just one per year. It just feels wrong to not be there when our church family is together. And it’s just weird to not be at church when it’s church time! This particular year our preacher and his wife were part of our crew, so come Wednesday night we had a gathering at their cabin. It was definitely not the same as church, but it was a wonderful time of worship with dear friends.

Of course, at such a time, we ended up making a lot of music. With three guitars, a dulcimer, a set of spoons, and a whole bunch of singers in the group, it was bound to happen! In the course of the evening, our preacher mentioned a song that I had never heard before, and he hadn’t heard or sung it in years, so he couldn’t remember how it went. I spent quite a bit of time looking for the lyrics with just a few words that weren’t really the title.

I finally found the words to the song and asked our preacher to sing it. When he did, I could barely breathe. All I could do was cry, and it was not just an emotional thing. There was a physical sensation, kind of a tingling, that started at my head and travelled all the way down to my toes, making me feel almost light-headed. It’s nearly impossible to describe, but that’s my feeble attempt. This is the only time I remember feeling like this outside of church. Any other time has been while hearing a preacher deliver a message. When you feel the Holy Ghost that strongly, there is no questioning whether the message is for you or not. In that moment, I knew without a shadow of doubt that we would have a child.

The song he sang is called “Miracle In The Making.” I know this song at that time was a response to my prayers. It was not coincidence that our preacher thought of this song when I was seeking for answers and trying not to feel hopeless. The Lord knew I would need this moment to recall when doubts started creeping in and frustration tried to take over. He knew I would need encouragement to hold on until our miracle arrived.

And a miracle is exactly what we got! There is no physical, scientific reason our daughter was born when she was. We had not received any medical treatment and were not doing anything different when she came along. There is nothing I did that I can look back on and say, “This is why we had a child.” The Lord just said it was time. And His timing is perfect.