The Promised Miracle

This week I invite you to journey with me back in time. Back to a day before Caleb became sick, but a day that would set the stage for all the ones to come. Intrigued yet?

It was December 2008. We were still living in West Virginia. We, meaning Rick, myself, Alana and Caleb, went to lunch at Burger King. An elderly lady was behind us in line and she struck up a conversation with Caleb. Nothing extraordinary about this seeming as how Caleb has always drawn people to him. We got our food, set down, prayed, and when I looked up, this little lady was heading out the door. But she stopped, put her finger in the air as if to say “I almost forgot” and made a beeline to our table. She said she hoped she would not offend us, but that the Lord had laid it upon her heart to pray for our family. So right there in a crowded Burger King, the Holy Spirit came over this precious little lady as she begin to pray for our family that she didn’t even know! But what she said next would shape our lives in an incredible way: She looked me straight in the eyes and said “Momma, God is gonna heal this child (pointing to Caleb). He is gonna heal him in a way that leaves no doubt it came from God and not man. And your job, Momma, is to keep the faith. No matter what, never lose your faith.” (Hey yall, are the goose bumps running up your arms like they are mine? I relive this story over and over in my mind every day and it still sends chills through me!) I look over at Caleb and he is grinning from ear to ear. What in the world could this little boy need a miraculous healing from?? But hey, if God sends a stranger to you with a message like that, believe it!!

Fast forward a little bit. February 2009, two months later, we had a visiting pastor at our church. After service he asked if he could come to our home and pray for Caleb. OK…. After his touching, heartfelt prayer, he begins to tell us that God is going to do a miraculous work in little Caleb’s life! (Déjàvu!) He said our family would go through a very dark time, but that the Lord would bring us through it stronger than ever. And Caleb would have a testimony that would change lives! Again, I was warned to keep my eyes on God. “Don’t believe worldly reports…only believe this promise our Father is giving you!” And once again I was left wondering what in the world all of this meant!

Eleven months later found us in Kentucky, in a hospital trauma room, with Caleb. Our world had been shattered. Despair had set in. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that the previous encounters with strangers started to make sense.

So, when people ask me why I think that we deserve a miraculous healing from God, I simply smile and say, “I don’t deserve a miracle. But we were promised a miracle before we ever knew we would have need of one.” That, dear one, is where my faith lies: On a promise made by my Heavenly Father, to a bewildered mom who thought life was perfect and always would be. I don’t have a medical reason for why Caleb is still here. I don’t have a medical reason as to why Caleb still has muscles in his legs when he has been bedridden for over two years. I don’t have medical reasons for anything that Caleb is doing! But was I not told to believe only the promise my Father was making and not worldly reports?? Bingo! That is my answer!!

God is not a man, that He should lie, Nor a son of man, that He should repent. Has He said, and will He not do? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good? – Numbers 23:19

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