My heart is aching tonight. Have you ever prayed for a miracle and not got it? I really wanted a miracle for my friend Wendy and her family—Her Mom had heart surgery three weeks ago and although she, her doctors, and her family fought valiantly for her health and life, she passed away this weekend. The day before she went for surgery I told her I would be praying for her--I loved her.
A few years ago, a new friend got cancer and was sick for a few months before she died. Her husband is a childhood friend—I wanted a miracle for them. I wanted it for me—I wanted her to get well so we could sit on her front steps in the sunshine--drink tea and get to know each other better—I was certain we would get our miracle—we didn’t.
When my mother died, I would have given anything for God to turn back time for a few hours, so I could have driven home the evening before as I had planned. I didn’t actually pray for that miracle, but I certainly thought about it. When Dad was sick for three weeks before he died, I prayed for God to heal his body. I wasn’t done loving him—or Mom.
Have you ever wondered about the miracles in our lives that we don't pray for? The disasters avoided because of God's intervention? Or the blessings in our lives that we don't ask for? Is love not a miracle? Our family? Our friends? Our very lives?
Do I question God’s faithfulness? No. I do not always like or understand God’s answers to my prayers---but I choose to trust Him—even when I am disappointed. I will never completely know or understand this side of eternity His love or the way He has worked in my life--through disappointment and blessings, but I am thankful for His unfailing love and faithfulness in my life.