I’ve been waiting for my miracle. For over two years. Ever since my husband lost his job. I even wrote my latest WIP about it. I knew it would come for Christmas. Then when it didn’t come then, I knew it would come by the end of the year, before 2010.
I’ve had my share of miracles in the past. A store bought for one dollar. A child conceived after two years of tears and trying. An inheritance enough to pay my daughter’s last year of Christian school. I figured when my next miracle came to save us it would be similar. A great paying job. A large check from a family member. A government reform to extend our health benefits. An offer to buy my book and enough of a payment to see us through a few more months. Something of such a magnitude that I’d know it was from God. That He’d come through for me again.
Surely it would happen soon.
But as Christmas came and went and no check arrived to cover our expenses. And when the rejection letters continued to come about applied for jobs and queries, I started to figure I was on my own. A miracle as I’ve had before wasn’t going to magically appear.
Then last night I stumbled upon my journal from 2001. The year we sold our home, left everyone we knew and packed up and moved to Florida. A scary time for sure. We were alone, low on funds and facing an uncertain future. But filled with countless blessings.
Nine years ago. But facing the same fears as today.
That’s when I understood about miracles. They don’t always come in neat packages or Christmas cards or phone calls. God has a way of giving them in measures we sometimes can’t always see.
Like blogger friends who offer to pray for my sick mother. Or husbands who still love me despite my stress about money. Or a daughter who listens to me even though I know I bore her to tears with my worries. Like friends who care enough to let me cry. Or neighbors who watch my home when we need to be away.
The list goes on . . . As do the miracles.
I’ve been saying that 2009 was one of the worst years of my life. I’m thinking otherwise now. It may well have been the year I learned best about how God takes care of those he loves.
Happy New Year!