But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5 NKJV
It’s that time of year again, awkward Christmas cards, strings and strings of lights that don’t blink and tacky Christmas sweaters. Sound familiar? Whether you are celebrating the Christmas season with warm and muggy conditions or freezing temperatures, this is the season of hope, healing and miracles.
My dad suffered a heart attack on December 5, 2002 at the age of 56. Over the years dad managed to have good days and bad days. There were countless visits to the doctor for blood work, the hospital to have fluid drained and visits to the eye foundation for unexplained blindness in his right eye.
I prayed to God so many times for a miracle. I even bargained with God. I would give more. I would do more. I even gave God reasons for healing my dad. But in the end it was not up to me. It was in God’s hands. Dad passed away on October 26, 2015, just two days after his 69th birthday. He lived to see his oldest granddaughter get married, hold his first great grandson and to know the love of family.
The NLT bible defines miracle as “an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.” Miracles come in different forms, shapes and sizes. They are all around us if we just open our eyes to them. But for me it was more than just opening my eyes it was actually seeing with my eyes. God had blessed me with a miracle. I just didn’t see it. Dad outlived his four year prognosis the doctor’s had given him and blessed us with an additional nine more years with him.
The actor, Morgan Freeman spoke these words on miracles in the movie Bruce Almighty: “A single mom who’s working two jobs and still finds time to take her kid to soccer practice, that’s a miracle. A teenager who say “no” to drugs and “yes” to an education, that’s a miracle.”
God is in the miracle business. They just don’t happen at the holidays. The last seven words of this verse spoke volumes to me. And by his stripes we are healed. My dad may have suffered while on earth with his health but he was healed long before he was sick. He was healed the moment he accepted Christ as his Savior. God chose to take my dad to Heaven that day, but He left me with great memories I will cherish always and a stronger faith in knowing who my God is.
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Your turn: Has God blessed you with a miracle? At the time did you realize it was a miracle? I would love to hear your miracle story. Please share in the comment section. If you have lost a loved one this year, my thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family at this difficult time. But please know you are not alone. Your Heavenly father watches over you and I believe our loved ones are too. I know my dad is. -Tonya