I sat in the quiet stale room of the hospital listening only to the beeping sounds of the machines.
I wasn’t sure how we got there, except that it all started with an email from our adoption agency asking if we could take a baby with a severe heart defect. I had no idea, seven months later, I would be sitting in the ICU staring at my son whose chest was wired shut wondering if he was going to make it or not.
No one could have prepared me for that moment. My mind swirled with questions: Would he live to his first birthday? Where was the miracle we so desperately prayed for? Why would You, the God of the universe, not reach down and just stop the hurting? How could I possibly walk through the next few months or even years?
It all seemed to be overwhelming.
My faith was tired.
Has your faith ever been tired? Tired of praying? Tired of fighting? Tired of believing? Unsure of how it will all work out. You’re just plain overwhelmed with it all.
Who knows what’s to come?
Who knows if it will all come together? Who knows if the dream you have believed for years will come about? Who knows if in all the wanting and waiting your heart will ever stop hurting?
I didn’t think mine would. I wasn’t sure how I would recover from the news of the surgeon saying it was the worst heart surgery he had ever performed. He went on to explain that my son, who was only seven months old, had the worst scar tissue he had ever seen. He wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. He wasn’t sure how long he would live. He tried something new. He called it a shunt, and he was hoping for the best outcome.
Hoping much like the widow we find in 1 Kings who most likely didn’t like the answer she received either.
“As surely as the Lord your God lives,” she replied, “I don’t have any bread – only a handful of flour in a jar and a little oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son that we may eat it – and die.” Elijah said to her, “Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said. But first make a small cake of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me and then make something for yourself and your son. For this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: “The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the Lord gives rain on the land.” 1 Kings 17:12-14 (NIV)
She told Elijah she only had a little bit, but he said to cook it up and give it to him. He promised it would then supernaturally multiply for not only her current need but for his also. She had a choice to make; place her faith in the words of the prophet of God, or believe the very real evidence of her current situation…her lack.
Much like the widow in 1 Kings I had to make a choice. I was either going to believe the negative report of the doctor or was I going to believe the word of the Lord: My son shall live and not die.
When the widow released her “seemingly small bit,” the miracle happened. When we are willing to let go of something that does not seem enough for the moment, a miracle happens.
I chose to release my “seemingly small” faith into the hands of a giant personal God and trust Him with the results.
When we let go of control and release it to God, we find peace.
It’s been five years since I made a choice to trust God with the results. The journey has been long, and I am constantly laying down my questions and choosing to trust God with the results. He is faithful, and my son is a healthy 5-year-old with as much energy as his sister and brothers. A true walking, talking miracle!
Maybe you are in need of a miracle today, and your faith is tired. Go ahead and make a choice to let go of your “seemingly small” faith that does not seem to be enough, and watch as God works a miracle.