30.8.2016 ~ A request and a miracle

Yesterday... I, being very human and desperate, asked God for a sign that He had heard my prayers about (and for) someone and that He's not taking it lightly. "Make it very clear," I begged, "That I might know that You are speaking to me."

I went to sleep, resisting the mocking thoughts that danced about in my head. On the other hand, another voice spoke, "Just believe." I thanked God.  

Believe it or not, something happened today. Something so unforgettably horrendous and yet so mind-blowingly miraculous. A picture of gruesome destruction... and yet God's hand had obviously been there to shield the casualty from death. It was nothing short of a miracle. Pictures of the wrecked vehicle compel one (at least me) to ask... not just HOW but why. Why was the person whom I was praying for involved in the accident? Why did the person not die? (Because it was not time for her to die, most obviously. In fact, she escaped with a mere bump on her head.) Why did the accident happen today - of all days? Of course, I don't think that it happened because I prayed for a sign. Dear me, no. Rather, God had known that I was going to eventually ask for a sign; He allowed me to ask for a sign a day before the accident; and then He used the accident (and every wondrous aspect of it) to speak to me - and probably the person involved. 

And so, this must be the sign. Whatever the message is, God has heard my prayers and He is not taking it lightly indeed.  

It was human of me to ask. But God loves humans and I am glad of that.