For as long as I can remember, my husband has always carried a small rock in his pocket. When asked why, he said it was to remind him that God is His rock and salvation. What a great way to imbed an idea into your brain. It isn’t a lucky charm, but a simple symbol of what God means to him.
I feel like I have an angel in my pocket. I’ve lived with this angel since I was born. I don’t know what she/he looks like, but I’d bet this angel is pretty worn out by now. My angel has seen me through some life and death situations – like being held at gunpoint as my workplace was robbed. I also know this angel was present as I went into shock after surgery and my blood pressure plummeted. I felt the angel’s presence when the stick shift of my Jeep came out in my hand as I downshifted. I physically put the stick back in place, but the angel saw to it that it continued to work.
There are so many events in life, which we simply cannot explain. Those times that we refer to as acts of God or miracles. Sometimes we feel we’ve been shortchanged, because we don’t experience miracles, but perhaps that’s because we aren’t looking for them.
Miracles happen every day. You can see them in the birth of a child or the peaceful death of someone who has succumbed to a long, painful illness. Miracles occur when a child takes his first steps – when someone loves you so much they’d do the impossible for you – when you ace a test that you’ve not studied for. Well maybe that last one is more of a miracle than we think it is.
Miracles can be life changing. They can cause us to believe in something greater than ourselves. Even an atheist would have to agree that there are things in this life that cannot be explained scientifically.
God talks about angels dwelling among us in Hebrews 13:2 “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” We may not recognize them right away, but they have been placed in our lives for a purpose. I recall going through a difficult time financially. We’d lost everything, including our home. We were at the end of our rope and even thought we might be one of those homeless folks you see with a cardboard sign asking for help.
At just the right moment, a friend came to our rescue by offering to sell us a rental property on a land contract. God blessed us through this “man” and gave us a second chance. The fellow went to heaven at a very young age, having died in a plane crash.
I could go on and on about the many miracles and angel incidents in my life, but I think you get the picture. Maybe I don’t carry an angel or a rock in my pocket, but I am assured that my Savior is walking beside me through this journey and will carry me home to heaven one day. That’s a real miracle!