What? Miracles Happen? Still?
Have you ever had something happen in your life that made you pause and say, “That had to be God“?
I’ve had a lot of those moments this year! And I decided it’s time to start sharing them.
A Year Of Miracles
I recently figured out I’m living in the miracle zone. Have been since November.
I didn’t recognize some of them as miracles when they happened.
Some I didn’t want.
Miracles Can Come Disguised As Trouble
If you follow this blog you know I’ve had a pretty rough year.
My ProArgi9 business has suffered because of the economy, but I always had my contract job with Delta County to fall back on. Until November when they didn’t renew my contract.
A couple months before that both apartments in my duplex were destroyed by the last renters and I had to rebuild them. By December I was dead broke and on the verge of loosing everything I had worked my whole life for.
It was a frightening place to be.
But now, looking back, I realize there was a purpose behind all of it.
God was paring me down.
Cleaning me up.
Preparing me for transition.
And Pushing me into the Miracle Zone.
The Path To Miracles Can Be Cluttered With Boulders
There weren’t many jobs to be found in Delta last winter but by January I finally had two tiny part-time jobs.
Driving down the road to one of them my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway. It was the director of Social Services in Montezuma County. A total stranger.
Apparently my former boss with Delta County had recommended me to him. This total stranger offered me a job on the spot. Right there as I sat in my car on the side of the road. At the beginning of our conversation it was a part-time, emergency, catch them up position. After visiting with him a few minutes, he was talking about a full time position.
But to get either job I would have to choose between a four hour commute and camp somewhere two nights a week, or dive in, pack up, and move away from the security I had built over a lifetime.
Leave behind my home, my ranch, the bulk of my family, and a group of amazing, faithful friends who had supported me through thick and thin.
Leave all this. For a job?
But a job that just happened to be located in the same town where my only child lived.
Emotions Run Red
At first driving back and forth was my choice. But my daughter quickly shut that door when she told me in no uncertain terms I was not welcome at her house.
She was furious over the possibility of me taking any job outside of Delta County, and me leaving the ranch.
Honestly, I respected her for saying I couldn’t stay with them. No need to disrupt their lives. But the thought of disrupting my life from top to bottom didn’t sound too appealing either.
The Sunday before I had to tell Montezuma County yes or no I headed to church. After yet another arguement with my daughter as I drove there, I spent the entire service in prayer about the situation. I struggled over the decision and finally, at the end of the service decided to pass on the job. The job was not worth a constant argument with my daughter.
I was sad, but finally at peace as I calmly left the church and drove to the gas station a few blocks away. As I stopped at the pump my cell phone rang. It was my daughter. Grrrreat! I almost didn’t answer it.
Finally I did.
The snappy-turtle voice on the phone said in an unpleasant tone, “Where have you been?”
“At church” I calmly replied.
“Well, hold on Hardy has to leave and we have something to tell you.
She yelled for her husband to come to the phone while I sat there thinking, “Great, now she’s going to have him chew on me too.”
“Hold on while we put the phone on speaker.”
Oh boy. . . here it comes. . . butt chewing double time.
My son-in-law calmly asked, “Are you there?”
Snappy turtle said, “Ok, no crying, alright?”
“Fine. What is it?” I asked quite anxious now.
Together they announced, “We’re pregnant!”
It’s The Darkest Before The Dawn
My daughter and son-in-law expected me to cry, but all I could do was laugh! A grand child was the farthest thing from my mind! They were trying to not get pregnant!
Once I gathered myself, all I could say was, “God sure has a great sense of humor!”
Suddenly we all knew why God dropped this job in my lap!
To Be Continued! Check back tomorrow for post #2 on Miracles!