This is a weekly guest devotion written by my mother, Estelene. Each week she shares with us scripture and a short devotion to encourage us.
“I will praise you, O Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders. I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.” Psalm 9:1
Do you believe in miracles? I do. It would be foolish for me not to since I have witnessed many miracles in my life. The hand of God has reached down and saved me from several life threating situations, and he has provided my needs in unexplainable ways. I wish I could share with you all my miraculous experiences, but there isn’t enough time. I will speak of one though in today’s lesson.
Tara and I recently took a trip to Isle of Palms just outside of Charleston, SC. We reserved a villa on the beach in Wild Dunes. First of all, it was predicted that tropical storm Erika would be moving up the coastline during the week we were to arrive. It would surely ruin our dreams to lie on the beach and soak up the sun’s rays.
It did storm the morning before we arrived. But by the time our plane landed, all was calm and the sun pushed its way through the clouds. God held back tropical storm Erika’s vicious attack the entire week. Each morning when we awakened, the sun smiled down upon us.
One day while we were relaxing on the beach I decided to see if I was skillful enough to ride the ocean’s waves on a boogie board. When Tara noticed me carrying the board out into the water she shouted out a five second lesson, “Mom, when you see a wave coming, jump on and ride the wave.”
I probably needed at least a ten second lesson because it was not a good experience. I saw a wave approaching and right before it reached me I jumped on. The wave rushed over me and the boogie board forcing me under. Head first I went leaving only my legs exposed for everyone on the beach to see. I think I saw my life flash in front of me. Every time I tried to stand on my feet, another wave would knock me down. I could hear Tara yelling, “Stand up, Mom!” but I was defenseless against the ocean’s waves. After several attempts, she finally came to my rescue.
Once we both made it back to shore I realized that my prescription sunglasses were not on my face. I didn’t even think about taking them off nor did I see a disastrous boogie board ride in my future. I yelled, “My glasses! I lost my glasses!”
Tara and I searched the ocean floor for at least fifteen minutes. For some reason that day there were millions of seashells covering the water’s edge making it quite uncomfortable on my tender feet. Tara expressed that even if we found them they would more than likely be crushed. Really we didn’t even remember exactly where I had entered the water. Tara expected to come across a piece here and a piece there if we found anything at all.
I kept praying, “Lord, you have got to help me. Please help me.” Eventually we decided it was useless and our search came to an end. My sunglasses were gone and I would never see them again. The mighty ocean had ripped off my face glasses that had cost me hundreds of dollars and had buried them somewhere in its deep waters.
Tara reached the shore before I did. She turned around to watch me walk toward the shoreline when she looked down. “THERE THEY ARE!” she shouted. She stepped into the water again and picked up my glasses. We hugged and thanked God for delivering to me my prescription sunglasses. Tara said, “Mom, that was a miracle in itself.” What was even more amazing was the fact that there was not one scratch on the lens even though they had bumped across the seashells as they floated along.
Do you believe in miracles? I do.