Praying for a Miracle

ByMarjie

How people get along without the Lord is beyond my comprehension.  At a ladies retreat about three weeks ago, the guest speaker emphasized the need to live with divine expectation.  Then the following week, my pastor preached on praying for miracles and expecting God to answer. That sermon seemed like it went hand in hand with the lesson on living with divine expectation.  So I went home, got on my knees, and prayed for a miracle.  I had no particular miracle in mind; neither did I have any pressing needs in my life at that moment in time.  (None that I was aware of, anyway.)

The week between the ladies retreat and Barry’s sermon, when Floyd (my husband) prepared his medicine for the week, he forgot to add one little pill to his daily medication.  As a result, he had chest pains.  The following week he caught the mistake and corrected it, so the pain went away.  (This was the week that I prayed for a miracle.)  But when he saw his doctor that Thursday, he mentioned the chest pain.  The doctor set him up with an appointment for a stress test one week later.

So Thursday morning (May 15), Floyd went in for the test.  He didn’t do well so they sent him for an angiogram.  A few hours later he called saying that they were going to hospitalize him because he needed open heart by-pass surgery.  The cardiologist said that he was on the verge of a massive heart attack.  Apparently, that pending heart attack was so imminent, they didn’t want to wait.  They scheduled him for  surgery the very next day. 

The surgery went very well, and Floyd is on the road to recovery.  The doctor said that most people come in after the heart attack – after the damage is done. 

  • When he forgot to add that one little pill to his morning medication…
  • When he mentioned to the doctor that he’d been having chest pain…
  • When he went in that morning for a stress test…

We were witnessing divine intervention on our behalf.  And when I prayed for a miracle, I had no idea that I was going to need it so soon.

 

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