The
Miracles We Need
By Marilyn Wiens
“Did
you ever stop to consider that God may not
give you the miracle you want, but
instead give you the miracle He knows you need?”
the minister asked. He
mentioned some of the miracles that
Christians pray for—cures for terminal
illnesses, answers to financial setbacks,
babies to fill the empty arms of childless
couples.
“But,
dear friends,” the pastor said, “we can win;
we can triumph! No, we may
not make it through the battle with cancer.
God may not spare the life of our
sick child. He might not
answer the desperate heart-cries of the
childless couple. God might
not miraculously send a generous amount of
money in answer to our financial crisis.
But that doesn’t mean He doesn’t
hear. That doesn’t mean He
doesn’t care. He always
answers our prayers, but it may be in far
different ways than what we’re wishing for.
If we come through these fires
shining as gold, that’s victory!
If we come through our trials bowing
in submission to God, then we’ve been
successful! Don’t forget,
loved ones, sometimes God gives us the
miracle He knows we need instead of
the miracle we want.”
Tears
stung my eyes, and I buried my face in my
son’s hair and squeezed him tight. What
if I had tenaciously clung to the miracle
of a biological child and missed the
incredible miracle of adoption?
My mind went back to those years when I thought my prayers weren’t being answered. They were turbulent years—filled with pleading prayers, bitter tears, and wearying soul-struggles to accept what God was doing in my life.
God knew the lessons I needed to learn. He knew the things He wanted to teach me—the new awareness of life and its blessings, a gentleness of spirit and compassion for others who are suffering, and the realization that joy is so much deeper when it comes after pain and emptiness. God saw the dross; He saw the “me” that needed to be swept away. He knew how much heat my will needed to make it soft and pliable, and He worked His perfect refining in me by denying me the miracle I thought belonged to me.
My mind went back to those years when I thought my prayers weren’t being answered. They were turbulent years—filled with pleading prayers, bitter tears, and wearying soul-struggles to accept what God was doing in my life.
God knew the lessons I needed to learn. He knew the things He wanted to teach me—the new awareness of life and its blessings, a gentleness of spirit and compassion for others who are suffering, and the realization that joy is so much deeper when it comes after pain and emptiness. God saw the dross; He saw the “me” that needed to be swept away. He knew how much heat my will needed to make it soft and pliable, and He worked His perfect refining in me by denying me the miracle I thought belonged to me.
This devotional was taken from
A Child to Call My Own, a devotional book offering meditations to
comfort and inspire women on their journey from infertility to adoption. God’s
blessing is on adoption. His heart is toward His people who are willing to get
in the trenches and fight for the defenseless little ones. Without our willing
hearts and welcoming homes, these little ones may never know who Jesus is. To order your copy, contact
Children of Promise Publishers at achildtocallmyown@gmail.com
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