Divine appointment

Well, it is a blogging kind of day. The kind of day I have been waiting on to share this story. I couldn't share it right away. I was too raw. It was too fresh and real. I had to let it sit awhile. But today, I feel like sitting and writing for a while and this is definately a story worth sharing.

I have many things I could write about. So many things taking place in my life. But today, I am sure, is the day I am supposed to write about the miracle. The one I didn't ask for, don't know the details of, but am certain, beyond a doubt, is real. It all started when me and the kids decided to see a movie. We went to the movie for a fun afternoon of mindless entertainment. God, however, had something much more important set up. No doubt, when the movie ended, we walked right out into a divine appointment set up by God. If you don't believe in those, I am sorry to tell you, you are misinformed. I can testify many times, but especially this very day, that there is no other way to explain the chance encounter I would never have wanted to miss, but never known to schedule, were it not for my Father.

The divine encounter began as the movie concluded and were walking out into the foyer. Suddenly, without any preparation for my heart, I saw a scene that shook me to tears that could not be contained. We walked out in the crowd of people, ending up behind a teen boy and girl, the girl being the older of the two. They were very nicely dressed and afer just moments it was clear they were most likely brother and sister. I noticed right off what every other person there noticed I am quite sure. The boy did not walk right, nor did his right arm work right. As a matter of fact, every step he took was supported by a cane, and was quite laborous. And that girl, she was right there for every step, supporting him in love.

Now that is special in an of itself, but it isn't where the story ends, nor is it even the tip of the iceburg on what happened in my heart. I intentionally slowed down, desiring not to interrupt this time between them, and quite honestly, because I was instantly connected to them somehow. I began noticing detailed things. I noticed he was quite handsome. He had good style about his clothing. And he had a joy that seemed to rush out of his eyes. But even more, I noticed the sister and the way she looked at him, helped him, adored him, valued him, and nurtured him. It was remarkable and captivating. I knew I was allowed to have a window in that moment in time into the view of a miracle.

Everyone else around me was walking on. No one seemed to notice what I noticed. Rushing to their cars, complaining of the heat, they missed it. Oh, they took their side glances at the boy who walked "weird" in his struggling body, but they missed the miracle! As I watched on, somehow, my kids had been brought into the scene as well and were taking it all in just like me. We were quiet and almost reverent to what was occuring. Finally, the sister had the boy rest against a column outside and said, "I will be right back! Im going to pull the car up for you. You okay here?" He smiled and said, "yeah, Im good."

Because they had stopped and he was resting, I could no longer walk slow enough to observe and we had to move past. I didn't want the young man to notice how intently I was watching. I didn't want him to feel I was invading this beautiful moment between he and his sister. So we walked on and the moment he was behind me, I burst into tears and could hardly contain myself long enough to get to the car before I broke out into a loud sob.

The kids were quiet, somehow just aware that I was dealing with something. Even more, somehow aware this was bigger than just Mom having a tender heart towards others. They have seen me cry over hurt birds, sad toddlers, special needs friends. They know I cry easily when the "underdog" is suffering somehow. But it was like they knew this was different... special...annointed.

As I sobbed, I prayed a prayer of beautiful thanksgiving. I was so moved and emotional. I still am even now. You see, what I realized as I witnessed this scene, was that boy was not born that way. THe breath he was taking now was based on a miracle. I don't know if he had been in a car accident, had been injured in a sport, or had some rare condition strike his young body, but he did't start that way. And watching him, I saw in his eyes and the eyes of his adoring sister, the look of gratitude that they were sharing this "normal" moment at the movie together. I don't know his story, but I can tell you, as one who prayed and prayed for my own son to defeat his terminal condition, this boy and girl were living a moment of miraculousness and weren't about to take it for granted!

That boy was what earthly healing looked like. No he didn't walk right, didn't move easily, but that obviously was not what mattered to him or that girl anymore. He was BREATHING and TALKING and able to share a movie! What looked broken to the passer-bys was a chance for living to this young couple. He was given another chance to continue living life on Earth for a while and his face radiated joy because of it. I saw what God did in me and my family and all those that loved Eathan right into His arms in Heaven. And today, I saw what God did in my heart as I was instantly aware that His glory was shining through this boy and His sister.

I must have sobbed for 15 minutes before I could say a word. When I finally spoke, this is what I said to my kids. "We were just allowed to be part of an ongoing miracle! All those people missed it! They walked right by and didn't see the evidence of God! But our eyes were opened and we were a part! That boy shouldn't be here! I bet the doctors told his parents to prepare for death. I bet his sister had already tried to imagine life without her little brother!No doubt, something happened to him that should have cost him his very life. But God granted him the chance to stay and him and his sister are savouring every moment and we got to see it, experience it, feel it!" My kids patted my back while I cried and cried and cried. I am crying now.

As I have relived that day over and over and processed my emotions and what I witnessed, I have come to two major conclusions. First of all, again I know I am blessed to have lived through the death of my child because I know God's saving power, healing power, and His comfort that only He can give. And second, I have concluded that because of that experience, I am now able to experience things that at least 40 other people totally missed that day! That boy was a miracle that I didn't miss because I had been prepared to witness it. All those other people weren't ready. But God, through my pain of loss, has opened the gates for me to see and experience Him intimately through these two strangers I might never see again. I might never know their story, but I know their outcome, and because of it, I am BLESSED!

I have no doubt that girl loves her brother in a way she never would have and she loves life in a way she never would have. I have no doubt that boy sees things through a much different view now and has a depth to him that can only come from experiencing the power of God as he must have. And I have no doubt they will touch lives from now on. Many may miss it, the beautiful proof that God is still in the business of miracles, but many, like me, will be primed and ready for the collision course of majesty and we will never be the same again.

My nugget today is please don't miss the miracle by seeing the sadness! Most people were sad for that boy. He was in a real physical struggle. They didn't see past his cane to see the light pouring out of his eyes and the love that was expressed without words between he and his sister. When life is kicking you or you see someone that looks down and out, search for God and you will be amazed, if you are simply ready, of the rolling tide that might come crashing in on your soul. I just wanted to have a fun afternoon with my kids. Instead I had an intimate encounter with Christ, simply because Eathan taught me to see past the sadness.

My prayer is for God to somehow reconnect me with that boy and his sister someday. I hope to be able to tell them what I could not share that day. It was their moment and I was a bawling, crazy lady. But I pray to someday share the joy they gave me and my kids by simply exhibiting the evidence of the miracle they were living, as I walked behind them.

I love to write. I love to share my heart. And I love my Father who gives me surprising, beautiful stories over and over to make me passionate about what I am writing!

Now go watch a miracle! They are all around!

Robin