Where Is My Miracle?

John 4:50 “Then Jesus told Him, ‘Go back home; your son will live!’ And the man believed what Jesus said and started home.” Looking at my husband’s face as he was listening to the words spilling out through the phone, I could see by the look on his face, this was not good. It was that phone call no one ever wants to get. Katie was being airlifted off the mountain and taken to a hospital. The news that our daughter had no brain activity somehow did not penetrate into my being. I just knew that somehow, someway, my story would end like the man in John’s gospel. This government official had walked twenty miles and begged Jesus to heal his son before he died. Jesus asked, “Will you never believe in me unless you see miraculous signs and wonders?” This man must have believed that Jesus was able to heal his son because he asked Jesus for exactly that. I too prayed that prayer while we made our 340 mile trip to reach my daughter. I just knew the Lord would give me that miracle. But that miracle was not to be. That day my daughter and I did not receive the miracle healing for my daughter. I could not see through the tears of grief that there were miracles happening all around me. People who showed up and met a need just at the right time. Many others who came to accept the Lord because of the life my daughter lived. The biggest miracle of all is that I have come to find joy that my daughter is not living in this fallen world. In this world, she would have to deal with all the pain and hurt that comes in day to day life. No matter how good life can be, it can never rise to the joy she is living in Heaven. She is back home and she is alive! So you see, I have seen many miraculous signs and wonders. One day I will see the miracle giver face to face and what a joyous day that will be. Lord, whatever my lot, I have learned to say, “It is well; it is well with my soul.” – Michele