Yesterday I faced a challenge, something I felt unsettled about. I’m a quiet person and not always comfortable in crowds. But I’m also a believer, and when God asks me to do something for Him, I obey.
I was called unexpectedly to lead a group of unfamiliar women through a Bible study lesson. It didn’t sound difficult. I’ve spoken in front of larger groups and led larger workshops. Still, it was a stretch from sitting in front of the computer, lining up words in neat little rows.
As I dressed, I prayed.
I know when I’m weak, He can be strong in me, and when I’m too strong, He weakens me, so I sought balance.
Glancing at my jewelry display, my gaze fell to pair of gold studs with a tiny diamond chip in each one. These simple earrings carry a special place in my heart because they were a gift to me from my parents more than thirty years ago. My mom and dad are in heaven now, making these earrings even more precious to me.
Back when I first received them, I wore the earrings almost daily. Lightweight and comfortable, they complemented everything I wore.
Until I lost them.
I looked everywhere, focusing on one section of the bedroom, closest to where I sleep. I combed the carpeting on my hands and knees, avoiding vacuuming the area as long as possible. Finally, after weeks I had to admit they were gone.
Four years passed. Then one day, as I bent to pick up a slip of paper from beside the bed, I noticed something glinting from the carpet. On closer examination, I realized it was the back of an earring, and retrieved it between my fingertips.
It was one of my long-lost earrings! I squinted at the carpet and my heart skipped a beat. There lay its match not two inches from the first. I grabbed it, a smile tugging at my lips. How could this be? But deep inside, I knew the answer.
I’d experienced another of God’s small miracles, just one of the myriad ways He’s touched my life, reminding me of His presence.
I cleaned the jewels and put them on.
If I treasured them before, now I found these tiny gems priceless. Nothing could replace the affection my parents showed when they presented them. And now God had regifted them, spilling His lavish love onto me in such a simple gesture.
I shook my head, returning to the present.
Moments later, I left for the class, two tiny bits of gold bolstering my confidence more than anyone could ever guess.
The class went well. Indeed, one of the women smiled the moment she entered the room. “I know you. You’re a writer, aren’t you? I knew your daughter years ago, in a dance class.”
Another gentle touch from God, an “ordinary” wonder He blessed me with, letting me know I’m never alone.
How has He brightened your life with small miracles? Which “everyday” wonders do you cherish most? Do you fall back on those memories at times you’re feeling low?
I’d love to hear your stories, the way He touched your heart. And so, I suspect, would He.