“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted” (Job 5:9).
My son Tyler Markham received a drum set when he was probably six years old (I know, what was I thinking????) - and he always dreamed of having a band! He and Talia and Jessica and Brooke Staats formed their first "band" when they were maybe eight and ten. It was called "The Four Disciples." They practiced and practiced in our basement and then came and got me to hear their song they were going to sing at church. Oh my....I cannot even describe how bad they were. I know God appreciates our efforts and all, but there comes a time when a parent must speak truth. I knew they would not take my criticism very well, so I suggested we tape them and see what they thought. I am laughing now as I type this - they listened to it and were like, "Oh, we're terrible!" They truly were, but they practiced some more and the church let them sing, and there shows the goodness of God's people - they'll put up with the awfulest screeching and banging and love on these kids - God bless the saints of our church who gave these children the gift of their love.
Anyway, that band quickly died, as you might imagine, but in early high school, Tyler and Tyler Davis got together - again in our basement- and began to write songs and play music, my Tyler on the drums and Tyler D. on the guitar. They had some talent and they put in hours and hours practicing and dreaming and writing. Talia joined them, along with Seth Sharp and Josh Houben, and they formed the band Sustained, which grew to have quite a following. Talia didn't last long with all these younger boys - they wanted rid of her as much as she wanted rid of their goofing off and horseplaying:)
Anyway, these four adorable boys soon practiced their way to some decent music, and they began to travel around to different churches, youth retreats, etc. singing and playing. They practiced in our basement or adjoining garage (our poor neighbors...especially in the summer with the windows open - another thanks to people who let boys be boys and put up with the constant drumming and laughing and singing). Anyway, since they all hung out at our house, I was blessed to get to be with them all the time. I drove the band trailer to their gigs, helped keep them organized (meaning yelled like a banshee for them to get it together...), got to spend hours and hours with the boys and their parents. Oh, those were good days!
Anyway, just to give you a little background for the miracle I'm about to get to. One Friday night, they were playing in Caldwell, Ohio, and it was the biggest event they'd been asked to be at up to that point - a youth retreat with a sort of famous speaker that they'd met at another retreat. The day was crazy - I had to do depositions in Parkersburg, and they were going to meet up with me in Parkersburg (I had the trailer, equipment and the like with me) and we were going to head to Caldwell.
I was driving a Tahoe at the time, and had driven the big box trailer enough so be very comfortable with it (I could even back it!) Tyler had raced motorcycles before this band phase, so we had hauled motorcycles all over creation previously - another set of memories and God's watchful hand. Anyway, as I got on the exit at Ripley, I was on the phone talking to my mom - dad had been in the hospital or at the emergency room or something that week, and I wanted to check on how he was doing. I'm driving along, talking to mom, accelerating to get up to speed after getting on the interstate, and all the sudden the trailer starts swaying.
If you've never driven a big trailer like that, there is something called a sway bar which controls the trailer from swaying and going out of control. I knew about the sway bar, had even adjusted it before, but it was really more saw-someone-else-fooling-with-it knowledge. Well, as the trailer began to sway, I knew I may have to pull over and do an adjustment, but before I knew it, a tractor-trailer passed me, and I don't know if it was the wind from the passing trailer or what, but the trailer began to really sway - actually, to swing back and forth - wildly! I told mom, "Something's wrong," threw the phone to the floor, and began to try to get control.
This Tahoe, of course, was powerful and large, and the trailer was not loaded down with thousands of pounds. But once it got going, it just gained in intensity - the trailer was swinging so wildly, it was going across both lanes of the interstate, and the Tahoe was being swung around with it. It was literally a wild dance between the two that had to end in disaster. It was early in the morning - the interstate was full of traffic. It seemed like we swung there across the entire interstate forever, but I'm sure it was just a few seconds.
Once again, I am headed to a dropoff backwards, the trailer leading. It was so out of control and literally dictating what the Tahoe was doing, I just knew the trailer was going to throw the Tahoe over also if it went. We slide backwards towards the guardrail, and all the sudden, just like before, abrupt dead stop! The trailer had swung just right and at the time I hit the guardrail, the trailer and Tahoe were positioned just right, in a V-shape that the bottom of the V hit the guardrail and just locked in.
I put my head down on the steering wheel and began to cry and shake and praise God. Three vehicles stopped, two of them tractor-trailers, and they all said they had seen it happening and backed away and just knew I was a "gonner." Even in the fray, my court reporter brain had kicked in and I realized I was in a mess for my deposition, and I was with out-of-town attorneys who were on a time crunch and had planes to catch, etc. so I couldn't be late or delay them in any way. I got on the phone, called the high school and had the principal call Tyler out to come and take care of this accident for me and switch me vehicles.
I am so lucky to have a son that could do things like that at age 16 - he was responsible beyond his years. He brings me his jacked-up "teenager-be-bad" truck, I hop in it (standard, of course!) and fly to Parkersburg to do my job while he deals with the police and tow truck and all that. Chris and Rhonda Davis take over the arrangements to bring the kids up, but I still wanted to go - we'd been through all that already, so I wasn't going to miss the gig then! Oh, first miracle - their uninsured band equipment that they had paid for with jobs and donations and scraping pennies together was ALL undamaged!
We get to the event that evening, and the boys were up front speaking with and praying with the speaker, and I was just sitting there in the church by myself and a woman comes over to me and says, "Are you with the hand?" I said, "Yes, I'm the drummer's mother." She says, "Is there something going on with your band?" I said, "Well, I'm not sure. What do you mean?"
She says, "I guess I need to tell you what happened." She tells me that God woke her up at 2:00 a.m. and told her to pray for that band that was coming. She prayed for a bit and tried to get back to sleep and God repeated, "Pray for that band." She felt so burdened by it that she called her daughter-in-law, who was the youth pastor's wife who was organizing the event. She got out of bed and they prayed until her cell phone went dead a couple hours later. Prayed for at least TWO hours! Have you ever prayed that long, for a random stranger at that?
As she was talking, tears were welling up in my eyes, and by the end of her story, I was weeping, truly sobbing. I shared with her my side of the story, and we held each other and cried and praised God for His voice, His call in the night, how he lets us be part of His miracles for each other!
I have often wondered what might have happened if she hadn't been obedient, if she had maybe even prayed a little bit and gone back to sleep - would my wreck have turned out the same? You see, God knew what I was going to need before I even needed it! He does miracles so He will get the glory, so we will praise Him - and he uses us mere mortals to help accomplish it!
Oh, may we be obedient to the voice of God, to the call on our life - because you never know HOW VERY IMPORTANT that prayer you are praying is, how you may be praying for something that has not even happened yet! God is so all over us, He is in our present, He is the God of the future, the God of your miracle, the God of your healing - call on Him today....let Him come in and show you how His presence will change your life!
My name is Teresa Evans. I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ. I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.