In the interest of honesty, I have to admit that whenever people tell me they witnessed a miracle, I’m always a little skeptical. I believe that God did miracles in the past, and that Jesus did tons of miracles during His time on earth, but for some reason I have a hard time believing He could do them in my life and in lives of people I know. But I learned last week that miracles still happen. It wasn’t some crazy, huge miracle. It was a quiet miracle that reminded me that God is still listening, even to my silent shower prayers.
Let me back track a little bit. Last week our new furnace broke. We had just purchased the big hunk o’ junk last June, and had only been using it since maybe November. And after 3 whole months of usage, the blower motor decides to break. At 2:30 in the morning Steven and I woke up to the smell of burning plastic, and we could not figure out what was going on. All we knew was that the smell was coming from the heating vents. After looking for the source, and after awaking his poor father from slumber to ask for help, we could not find where it was coming from. So we opened the window and went back to sleep. The next day we realize that the heat isn’t turning on anymore, and we realize something must be wrong. We have someone come look at it and they break the bad news that blower motor is shot and will need to be replaced. To say I was angry would be an understatement. We had just bought this stupid thing, and it was already broken?? Well after many phone calls we finally figure out who to call to use the warranty. So I call, and after some frustration they mail out the part. Mind you this was Friday afternoon, and the weather in our town had been mild for February but we knew that the weather forecast was calling for more cold weather the following week. Because we have tenants that live in the apartment in our basement, we wanted to make sure that they stayed nice and warm. So Friday afternoon, part is shipping, the lady on the phone tells me “It should get to you by Tuesday, but no guarantees”. Tuesday wasn’t bad, but the cold weather was supposed to return on Monday, and if we didn’t get the part until Tuesday, we wouldn’t get it fixed until Wednesday at the earliest. This might not seem like a big deal, and you might think I’m crazy, but I was worried! I didn’t want our poor tenants (or us) to freeze!
Fast-forward to Saturday morning, I’m in the shower, praying about the furnace and the part, and I had been reading about the miracles of Jesus in the book of John. So I prayed, “Lord, it would be really great if this part could get here before Tuesday. Please work a miracle and get it here faster.” About an hour or two later, I was sitting at the dining room table, and a package arrives. I hoped against hope that it would be our blower motor, and IT WAS! It took less than 24 hours for the part to get to us, and because of that we were able to have the furnace fixed by Monday.
Friends, that is my miracle! You might have thought it was going to be something way cooler, but to me that was the best! God wants to work in the details of our lives. He wants to do the healing, but He also wants to deliver the blower motor in just the nick of time! He wants us to know that He hears us, and that He cares. He wants to meet our small needs, our medium needs, and our big needs. If it matters to us, it matters to Him. He wants to do a miracle, and He wants us to believe that He will, and to trust Him even when we don’t see the miracle coming. Over and over the Psalms talk about trusting and relying on the Lord, and He is inviting us to do that on a daily basis. Trust in Him. Rely on Him. He can be trusted, and He is worthy.