Don’t Forget The Miracle

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It’s 9:47 p.m. and she’s still not sleeping. Though I put her to bed over an hour ago. It’s bedtime–the never ending saga–of hugs, and kisses, and stories, and songs. And tears–because the door isn’t cracked open enough to let the light in, and cups of water. And reassuring whispers in the dark.

It’s 10:15 p.m. and I thought she was sleeping, but she’s calling for me–yet again. “Mom! Come here, I need to tell you something!”

I go up. “What?”

“I hurt my finger.”

I have no idea how you can hurt your finger while wrapped in soft blankets. But, that’s my girl. “Okay. Good-night,” I say.

Eventually, she does sleep. Eventually, we all do.

And…I forget sometimes that the little blonde-haired girl in the blue snowflake pajamas next door–is a miracle. I forget sometimes of what my life was like, before her.

And how I never expected her to come.

But she did.

She did come, because God had ordained it. And I didn’t know it. I didn’t know she was coming to us.

All I knew was this name, He dropped in my heart, before we ever conceived her, before we ever even wanted to try.

It was,

Selah.”

It’s from the Psalms and means, “pause, and reflect on this.” It’s a musical interlude, when the singers to grow silent, and reflect on what was just sung.

And I thought about Selah often. I didn’t know if Selah was really a girl, or merely a state of mind. I didn’t want to try and “name it, claim it!” I didn’t want to try to dictate to God, what He would do, or what or who He would give us. I thought maybe God just wanted to teach me how to practice, “Selah.” To be still, and listen, and reflect–on Him.

And I wasn’t sure.

And it was shadowy, like something from a dream. Like traveling through fog.

You can’t see it, but then, it’s right there.

And I didn’t see her. I couldn’t see her.

But then,

she was right there.

The miracle.

Sometimes miracles are like that. They seem so far away. And then, suddenly, it’s right there.

We were just watching a movie one night, and I got up to take a pregancy test I had bought that day in the clearance section at Walmart. “Do you want me to pause it?” my husband called up the stairs.  “No!” I shouted.

I didn’t know that in two minutes everything would change for us.

I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t see her coming.

But God did.

He always saw her.

And this is something I love about God–He sees everything. He sees it far before.

And He sees us.

He sees us, even on the day we stop believing in miracles. And He loves us still.

I don’t understand it all. I don’t always understand God. But that is part of His mystery. And part of His majesty.

I don’t really know how miracles work–but I know that when God does a miracle, we should celebrate it. We should remember it. And never forget it.

That’s why when the Israelites crossed the Jordan River, they were commanded to bring up twelve stones from the bottom of the river–and take them with them. It was to remember that God had stopped the flow of water for them, so they could pass through. He saved their lives. And God wanted them to keep the twelve stones as a memorial–so that one day, when their children were grown, they would ask their fathers, “What do these twelve stones mean?”

And then, they would remember. Then, they would tell their children–what God did. The miracle God worked on their behalf.

We are prone to forget–the miracle.

So today, remember.

Remember the miracle–that God did–that time you were crying out. That time when you whispered prayers in the dark. And you couldn’t see anything in front of you. That time you thought nothing would ever change–but it did.

Remember the miracle, that God did?

Remember?

Sometimes we have to remember the miracle of the past–in order to have hope for the future.

Remember the time, He victoriously came through?

Remember the miracle?

Because when we remember–then we can celebrate. Then we can trust Him. Then we can worship. Then we can stop walking by fear, and start walking by faith. And joy. And trust.

We are taught to be good at telling people our accomplishments–about showcasing our talents. But what if we started saying, “Now, let me tell you about what God did..” “Let me tell you about what God accomplished…in me.” “Let me tell you about the time God victoriously came through.” These are the stories our kids need to hear. These are the ones they will remember. This is how we show them the twelve stones. And the God–who carried us through the river.

“We will not hide these truths from our children, we will tell these truths to the next generation, about the glorious deeds of the Lord, about His power and His mighty wonders.” Psalms 78:4

We have to remember. We have to celebrate–what God did. Even if it was last month. Even if it was last year. Even if it was ten or twenty years ago.

Remember the miracle. And the God who showed Himself through it.

“So the next generation might know them—
even the children not yet born—
and they in turn will teach their own children.
So each generation should set its hope anew on God,
not forgetting his glorious miracles
and obeying his commands.” Psalm 78:6-7

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One day, my daughter will ask me if I believe in miracles.

And I will tell her, Yes. You are one.

Selah

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7 thoughts on “Don’t Forget The Miracle

  1. I too have a miracle daughter. She’s currently a toddler who often wears me out. I try hard every day to remember everything we experienced before receiving her as the single best gift God has ever given my husband and I. Thanks for the reminder to never forget she’s not only my daughter but a miracle and blessing from God.

    • Robin,
      I am so happy to hear about your little miracle. It’s amazing how fast they grow! Mine will be three this January. 😉 And yes, it can be easy to forget–because often the “miracle” comes with great responsibility and challenges too! 🙂 Much love,
      Rebekah

  2. Oh Bekah never forget the miracles God bestows to you. HE is the God of wonders and how blessed we are to be recipients of His mighty hand at work in our lives. Our sweet Selah is a miracle and a definite wonder–how I love her! Everytime I read your writings I am amazed and so grateful God has allowed me to be your mom. You are a wonder, a miracle! I love you honey….Mom

  3. My miracle just turned two……..After 13 years of marriage and thousands of prayers a lovely women came into our lives and said “I want you to be my sons mom”. God knew. He knew all along. I told my husband this morning “I still can’t believe God gave him to us.” The miracle is to great for me to comprehend. I tell people that the Lord gave me two sons, first His own and then my own.

    • Josie,
      The email address I had for you didn’t work for some reason. However, I want you to know my heart goes out to you. I don’t know your situation or why you say you will never have a miracle–but I do hope you can put your hope in God. He is the leader of your life and will fulfill His very special purpose for you. Some “miracles” come by different ways. I have many dear friends and relatives who have recieved children through adoption–and these precious kids and babies are just as much “miracles” as my own daughter. Much love to you Josie, and take heart, He is not finished with you yet. Perhaps the future is brighter than you think.
      Love, Rebekah

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