Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage? His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man! Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.

Let's be more aware of all the choices, situations, twists and turns that brought us to this place right here and now. They May Be Miracles.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

A Penny Saved

Well, I promised some more every day miracle stories so I thought I'd share one today from a few years ago.

I was visiting a friend in Mansfield, OH which was about a 40 minute drive from my home in Bucyrus.  I had a youth ministry event later that night, and when we were done visiting I went to the Kroger grocery store - just down the street from where they lived - to buy some soda pop and chips to go with the pizza we were having at the event.  I left there to go home and take the kids to my husband, turned around from home and went straight to my event in Crestline which was about 15 minutes from home.  I realized that I had forgotten to buy ice for the pop, so I stopped at a gas station nearby the church.  When I went to pay for the ice I had a very harsh realization.  My wallet was not in my purse.  My heart started pumping and immediately I began to think of what I had done that day.  I went to my car to look and see if it had fallen out of my purse. It had not.  I began to pray, pray, pray that it had not been stolen, that God would protect my identity and all that the wallet held.

I promptly called my husband to tell him my wallet was missing but I had to go to this youth event and couldn't go back to Mansfield...could he? 

The rest is the story he told me once I got home from the events of the evening. Apparently he decided to call the Kroger store first before driving out there. Indeed, they had my wallet.  So he drove there to get it.  When he arrived the woman in the office told him this story...

The cashier saw a woman in line take the wallet from the little counter top provided to sign checks.  The woman who picked up the wallet just seemed to have a strange look on her face as if deciding something, so the cashier asked her if that was her wallet.  The woman admitted that it was not.  

To me the miracle God provided was the cashier's boldness  to ask.  How many times have I let something get past me because I felt it was none of my business, or because I feared a bad reaction, or because I assumed the best in a person?  The cashier prevented someone from making a poor was two miracles in one.  I got my wallet back without incident, and a woman was saved from taking the wrong road at that crossroad. 

I admire bold people...I hope when or if a time presents itself to me that I can be so bold as to help someone make a better choice.


Debbie May said...

GREAT Story! I wonder if I will have a bold moment today?

Chevon said...

I remember this story! Amazing!

May-be Miracles said... were a huge part of this story since it was you I was visiting...haha! I think the way we met and how our friendship took off is almost another one of those "Godincidences" - little miracles! :-)

Chevon said...

And there is still more to come I can't wait till I get back and we can get even closer! Miss you!!!

OyaSophia said...

I remember a moment from my teen years. I was visiting my beloved Aunt Kitty and we were getting ready to go upstairs to retire for the night. "Don't forget your purse," she reminded me. I told her it didn't matter as there was nothing of value in it. She explained to me that protecting our values was just as much about protecting someone else from backing a bad decision as it was about holding on to our stuff. What if a young person who had never done anything bad passed by the house, looked in the window and saw my purse and was tempted? We owe it to each other, as Christians, to protect each other. This lesson has stayed with me for my entire life!

May-be Miracles said...

Wow, OyaSophia, remarkable lesson. Thank's so true.