I don’t know that I’ve ever observed or been part of a miracle (other than the birth of my children). That is until the week of Christmas. Let me start from the beginning.
On my way home from a successful Walmart trip with Kemper and Jayla, I drove by a field so full of white geese that I thought it was a patch of snow or calf huts at first. It was remarkable. I was overcome by the beauty of it and how amazing God is to create these creatures to migrate and travel in flocks. I thought, “I have to find a way to write about this in a blog post.” God has a unique sense of humor. Keep reading…
Both kids were asleep, so I decided to try to get a closer look and a picture. I turned down a gravel road and stopped for a couple pictures and videos on my phone wishing I had my new camera with me to get better pictures. With the kiddos still sleeping, I decided to try another road. I turned onto the highway again and went back a mile. I turned on another country road. This one had some rock down at the beginning, but turned into gravel (okay, maybe dirt – since I grew up on country roads, I probably should have turned around the moment I noticed the layer of rock ended, but those birds were calling me). I wanted to get up the hill so I could have a good view of the thousands of geese in the field. (Did I mention that this was remarkable? I was drawn to them like a magnet.) However, the tires started to spin and the mud flew. You see, we had had several inches of rain the week before, so things were a little soggy. I realized that as amazing as the birds were, the mud was a little more than I had bargained for. I began to pray (in my head and aloud), “God please help me!” I stayed remarkably calm as my tires spun and the mud sucked me in. I really didn’t think I was getting out of there, and honestly there’s no way I should have. At no point was I afraid for our lives – my dignity, maybe. As I rocked back and forth spinning my tires, I contemplated the embarrassment of telling my husband and my alternate escape options (most involved trudging through the thick, sloppy mess of mud with a three year old and three month old). Suddenly, the van turned and I was facing the direction I had come from. I praised God, but knew I wasn’t done yet. After more spinning tires and unresponsive gas pedal pushing, I was about to give up, call someone (I still didn’t know who) to come get me, and begin the walk of shame through the mud with two kids. Then, miraculously the tires gained some traction, and we began to move in the right direction. In my rear view mirror, I saw the mess that I left behind (two weeks later, the marks are still there) and the mesmerizing birds. I stopped before turning on the highway and thanked God for his protection and help in getting un-stuck in the mud. It was only by God’s grace that I got out of that mess.
As I sat in my house with my little kiddos after unpacking the groceries, I realized that the fact that my van was parked in the driveway, my kids were safe, and no one was covered in mud or traumatized, was nothing short of a miracle. God didn’t heal a terminal illness, change water into wine, or send me a burning bush, but he spoke to me that day with a miracle. He told me that he will take care of me even when I make a stupid decision to get a closer look at some silly geese. He told me that he can do anything and so much more than I have ever imagined. It may sound crazy, but I know God’s presence was in that van keeping me calm and my kids sleeping. He was pushing my van from the back, nudging me closer to the highway. He was behind the wheel turning it and straightening it at just the right times. When the van suddenly turned to face the right direction, it really felt like his great, big, almighty hand reached down from heaven and spun us around. I still can’t find words to explain it any better.
What’s the message for those who aren’t stupid enough to drive down a muddy road to get a better look at migrating geese? God can and will perform everyday miracles in your life. I think of the Toby Mac song, “Beyond Me”. God has plans for me and you that we couldn’t even dream up. God used my not-stuck in the mud miracle to give me assurance that he can and will use me in ways so much bigger than I understand. Maybe it’s through this blog. Maybe five thousand people will read it. Maybe only five, but God will make sure it’s the right five. The ones who need to hear this message. God wants YOU. He wants to do things in your life bigger than you ever imagined, but you have to give him control. Open your heart and surrender to him, let him reach down and grab your van on the muddy road to turn it in the right direction. I knew that I couldn’t get out of that mess by myself, so I had to turn to him. Rely on the Lord, trust in him when you find yourself on a muddy road in life. Call out to him and recognize his presence. Let him have control. He is far more capable than you and me!
Here’s to a new year of letting God use me in ways that are way beyond me.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
Lord I pray that my life is way beyond me; instead, Lord, let it be about you and how you can use me. Thank you Father for taking over when I drive on muddy roads. Thank you for everyday miracles and the way you take care of me. Help me to always rely on you and seek you when I get stuck.