Dear Readers. We all experience miracles in our lives. Some people only see a small coincidence, but others see an amazing miracle and never forget. Today I was reminded of one of my miracles. And I'd like to share it with you.
Sometimes our prayers are answered in unexpected ways. When this happens to me, my initial response is usually one of amazement. But within a short time, I respond with of course and a knowing smile of gratitude.
One such blessing occurred when I worked in Administration for a Mental Health Agency coordinating services in five nursing homes. As a Psychotherapist, I'd worked in various settings, but now my work had become unfulfilling, and I felt overwhelmed and disillusioned. I made a list to satisfy my work needs, but after a week of good intentions, nothing came of it. So when one of the Counselors could not come in to work, I filled-in for her myself and gathered information on new patients to complete our files.
It was late in the day when I entered Martha's room, my last patient before leaving the nursing home. Martha was eighty-one years old, a frail woman with white hair and hazy blue eyes. Her face held lines pinched with time as if she hadn't smiled since she was young. She was oriented and alert, but in a highly agitated state when I approached her. She sat on the edge of her bed wringing her hands and swaying from side to side. She looked at me, but didn't acknowledge my presence.
I pulled a chair over beside her. "It's all right, dear," I said. "I just want to talk with you for a while." She watched curiously as I held her small hands and quietly began to calm her while asking questions for my files. "What kind of work did you do? How far did you go in school?"
He body became still, and she continued watching me. But she had not spoken when she suddenly reared back and asked with serious eyes, "Did God send you?"
Her question startled me, but I considered the importance of this situation. "Well...maybe He did," I answered and smiled.
"Well, I think He did," she said with firm conviction.
At that moment I decided my files could be completed another time, and I became open and receptive to whatever God had in mind for us. Martha began to relax and spoke of times she spent with her children when they were small. Her hands stopped shaking and her face lit up with memories of swimming in the creek, John learning to read, and Billy chasing chickens around the yard. She was engrossed in her stories. And I listened.
In a while, her head nodded, and her breathing became shallow. I saw she was tired, so I suggested she lay back on her pillow. When she was comfortably settled, I moved closer and asked if she could imagine things in her head. She nodded. Then I asked, "Can you imagine yourself a little child cradled in God's loving arms, feeling safe and at peace?"
"Yes, I can do that," she answered, slowly closing her sleepy eyes.
I watched her face for a moment and saw her thin mouth broaden into a peaceful smile. "I have to go now," I said. "But you rest and know that anytime you feel nervous and upset, you can just go inside and be with God, and He will comfort you."
"Mmm hmm." She squeezed my hand.
I left the room and felt my own peace as I stood in the hallway and glanced back at her. Now my work-needs list contained only one item. My answer was clear. I had to work with patients like Martha. Of course, I thought, and felt a knowing smile of gratitude.
Yes, miracles happen. Of course they do. And sometimes they bring a smile. But is a miracle a happenstance? Is it a blessing from God? Is it angels knocking on your door? You interpret them in your own way as they make sense to you. But know when you experience one. And some miracles may even change your life.
I wish you amazing times to remember.