“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted” (Job 5:9).
We had two miracles in the past couple weeks, one huge! My dad fell off a stool while working on a tractor or something months ago. His shoulder hurt very badly, then he thought it was getting better, then it got worse, and for several months now, he can’t hardly lift his arm up at all. He has avoided getting it worked on or pursuing surgery because he didn’t want to “go crazy” on us again like he did last time he had surgery after his lawnmower rollover. Some of you may remember, he was seeing bugs all over the walls, having mom and Kim and I do all this imaginary dozer work, you name it. His mind was overactive, you might say. Funniest thing is, he was in the room with a guy who was coming off drugs and really was a mess, and dad was nuttier than him. We can laugh now, but it was scary and exhausting at the time, as we didn’t know why he had gone bonkers. Thank God we’ve found out it was the meds, and now we know how to handle it if it happens again, but this is my dad: To keep us from going through that again, he has put off his shoulder surgery!
He finally made the decision to get it fixed, and they sent him for the normal workups to get ready, one of which was a stress test because of his pacemaker. Tom and I are headed to the beach Thanksgiving week to work on the new condo we had purchased and were renovating, and mom calls about seven hours into the trip. “How you doing? Where are you?” When she hears we’re almost there, she says, “Well, I didn’t want to tell you this because I knew you might not go, but turns out dad failed his stress test. They believe he’s had a heart attack he didn’t know about and the test showed he had damage to the back part of his heart, where he’s never had it before. They’ve cancelled his shoulder surgery and have scheduled him for a heart cath this week.” This is my mother: Always, always thinking about people other than herself. She knew we had a situation that needed taken care of, and in her mind, it was more important than us being with her. And Kim was out of town as well. She said she was fine to be alone at his heart cath, God would take care of it and no worries.
Well,I know she can take care of it, but……and of course, she was not alone – she had God with her and some wonderful ladies from church came down to be with her. Another reason having a church family is such a blessing! Someone is always there to help you through your troubles! The night before at church, one of our elders came to dad and said, “Roy, I truly believe they’re going to get into your heart tomorrow and there isn’t going to be a thing wrong with it!” Dad said, “Sounds good to me!” And that prophecy literally came true! The doctor came out and said, “Well, I don’t know what made them fail him on the stress test – this heart is perfect! You go back and tell the surgeon to get him ready!” Praise God, praise God! He is our healer, our deliverer, a ever present help in the time of trouble!
Surgery got put back on the books, and it was to take place this week. Well, snag in the works. They got dad medicated to get him into the OR and the surgeon called in and said he was too sick to perform his surgeries that morning. It was cute – there lies dad in his hospital gown, dead to the world, and they keep trying to get him awake now so they can get him sent home, and he opens his eyes up and looks over at us and mom quips, “Well, I bet you’re thinking you’re not even in any pain!” He says, “Yeah, I’m not.” So mom gives him the news that he’s headed back home. He gets this cute sad look on his face and he’s like, “You mean I gotta go back home and wait some more?” We laughed and told him he was like the atheist that dies, “All dressed up and nowhere to go!” We’re claiming the miracle of the heart healing and know God will see him through the shoulder trouble as well. He isn’t gonna waste a miracle on something He won’t see all the way through.
The second miracle was one of those everyday ones: Tal had a breakdown on Route 68 in the most safe way possible, and a random stranger literally took her under her wing, let her use her phone, her internet, stayed with her while the vehicle was towed and drove her all the way back to Ravenswood! She told her while they were driving that it was a miracle that she was home, as she never is, and neither are any of the other neighbors. She details her week from “you know where” in her blog post here if you have time to read a long story……..
Tom says Talia is the only person he’s ever known that takes ten minutes to order a pizza: “I’d like to order a pizza. Well, I’m not sure what kind we want – what do you suggest? See, last time we got one, someone didn’t like the sausage on it, so we thought we might do without that. What kind of pepperoni is it, turkey or pork? Hmmm, what specials do you have?” I could go on, but you get the idea. Gotta love her, or just interrupt her and scream, “Get to the point!!”
Thank you, Lord, for the everyday blessings we sometimes err and call "lucky." Forgive us, Lord, for not acknowledging yYOU when YOU show up time after time!
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.