Waiting For a Miracle

I’m not a good photographer, but this picture captures a glimmer of the exquisite November afternoon I arrived at my parents’ house, the exquisite landscape of my childhood. It took place on these rocks, in this creek, surrounded by these beautiful trees. In this spacious house with my generous parents.

 

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November, so far, has been mild and gorgeous, not just where I currently reside, but in my hometown. Leaves make graceful descents into golden piles at the base of trees. The elegant stars of Japanese maples cover the sidewalks like red carpet in the sunlight. The air remains fresh, topping out in the 60s during the day. The grand fireplace, in the evening, reflects the glory of the day.

But November has brought the worst news of my life. November sees me waiting, more urgently than ever before, for a miracle. I’ve waited for many things in this house. I waited for suppertime. I waited for permission. I waited for phone calls. For birthdays and Christmas, for visits from friends and family. But I don’t remember ever waiting for a miracle.

Waiting, a pastor said today, gives us an opportunity to trust in God. And it gives God an opportunity to prove His faithfulness—faithfulness to words He’s spoken.

Right hearing, the pastor went on, leads to right speaking. As we tune our spiritual ears to the voice of the Good Shepherd, we hear Him speaking about the current season of our lives. When we hear His words with faith, we can speak them over our lives and loved ones.

So much of what I’ve heard Him say lately has to do with healing. Over and over, Psalm 103:1-5 pops up out of nowhere: “…Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits; who pardons all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases…”

It turned up on my daily reading schedule as the Psalm of the day. It came out of the worship leader’s mouth last Sunday. It appeared in an email immediately after hearing the worst news of my life. And, today, it was referenced during the sermon.

I’m listening to what He’s saying, and I’m speaking it into this season of waiting—this beautiful season. I comprehend the messages of an exquisite month in the place I was raised. Don’t forget the richness of heritage and family. Remember His faithfulness to answer all the prayers I’ve prayed before in this house. Embrace the splendor and beauty of His presence. Bless Him for His benefits right now, today, before the opportunity passes.

So, as November shimmers on, I’m waiting for a miracle, one far more beautiful than the brilliance of this season. And as I wait, I take pleasure in the goodness God has showered over my life and the blessings He’s giving me in this very moment. Bless the Lord, O my soul.

 

 

3 Responses to “ “Waiting For a Miracle”

  1. Dianne says:

    We wait in hope for the Lord;
    he is our help and our shield.
    In him our hearts rejoice,
    for we trust in his holy name.
    May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord,
    even as we put our hope in you.

  2. aimee says:

    waiting…and believing..with you!!

  3. danii says:

    We can't know all the ways God is working, but we will see His goodness in the land of the living. Waiting with hope, standing in faith, and trusting Him in all.

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