Sometimes miracles come in the form of things we used to take for granted…
I went to bed Friday like any other night… I struggled to wake ben up to take his last dose of meds at 1130 and crawled in bed praying that I would get an uninterrupted night of sleep. My mom is visiting and my youngest has been climbing in her bed in the middle of the night instead of mine… I was sleeping a little better, but I had encouraged her at bedtime to not wake Grammy up to come find me instead.
Sleep disturbed nights are the norm around here… Ben needs help getting out of bed and is restless in his sleep, often reaching out to make sure he isn’t alone. Since lowering the steroids he has also been laying for hours sometimes without sleeping.
So I was surprised when it was already light outside when the first little person climbed into my bed. An hour later her sister joined her and I woke up enough to realize it was almost 9. Ben was awake and laying quietly shaking a water bottle back and forth.
When I asked if he needed help getting up, he said, “I think I’m just going to lay here awhile.” I got him his morning meds and helped him sit up to take them. After he swallowed them he got up and went to the bathroom, got dressed, brushed his teeth and walked out to the kitchen for breakfast. He proceeded to tell me what he wanted for breakfast and I started fixing it.
To the outsider this may have seemed like a normal morning, but to us it was anything but normal. For weeks now Ben has needed help getting out of bed, getting dressed, brushing his teeth and even walking around. Most of his answers have come in the form of yes or no, and he has definitely not had an opinion about food much less cared to eat it. On Saturday, he ate everything that was put in front of him and more. He took all his pills without an argument and walked around like he had never needed help before. When I joked about how skinny he was (he is under 170lbs), he said, “You keep telling me that!” Not only did he remember and understand, he responded and I understood HIM!
To someone else none of this would seem like a miracle, but to me it was just that. It’s easy to get so caught up in all the things that have been lost, that we forget to trust that God can change those things. Deep down my words were continuing to pray for a miracle, but in my heart I wasn’t sure whether one was even possible any more. In a couple of hours’ time, I got that miracle! It wasn’t the complete healing that I was praying for, but it was a miracle nonetheless. It restored my faith, my hope, and my outlook on life in just a few hours.
I have been reading through Jeremiah and came across this verse today, “But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8 NIV).
Can you imagine a world where we don’t fear the heat of trials that are bound to come? A time when we don’t worry about drought or famine and whatever life throws our way? Where we can stand strong because we know that He will cause us to bear fruit and flourish despite hardships? Last week I don’t think I could, but through a few short hours this weekend God reminded me how amazing it is when I put my trust and confidence in Him!
I thank God for the miracle that I saw in Benjamin on Saturday. I pray that I will be like a tree planted by the water, ready for whatever comes my way. I pray that my leaves stay green and that I don’t fear the heat and drought. And I pray that for you as well! That God will speak to you in a way that only He can. And even if He doesn’t give you the miracle you are praying for, I pray that He will show you that He is still able and that He has prepared you for the road and storms ahead!