ORDINARY MIRACLES

By Lisa Huddleston

“… to another gifts of healing by the one Spirit” (1 Cor. 12:9).

A week ago, I wrote about expecting miracles.  Like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, I knew that God was able to perform miracles and acknowledged that he could rescue us from any fire we had to face.  I even shared a specific fire—my daughter’s upcoming surgery—and stated that I was praying for God to dissolve the nodule on my daughter’s thyroid so that she wouldn’t have to face surgery.  Yes, I wrote that God was able, but like those three who faced the furnace, I didn’t know if God would choose to rescue her from the fire.  And in this case, God’s answer was to allow that nodule to remain right where it was.  In other words—no miracle.

I admit to having more than a little disappointment on Monday when the ultrasound tech didn’t say, “Whoa!  The nodule is gone!” and instead, Sarah had to go through with the scheduled surgery the next day.  I really had believed—although skeptically—that it would be gone.  I was a little embarrassed by my childish hope, but I do know others who have been healed supernaturally.  Why not Sarah?  Even this past week, my doctor husband had experienced two separate occasions of unexplained “healings” as he passed his hands over painfully ailing patients.  Within minutes, on each occasion, his patients’ terrible pains had totally vanished without explanation.  He joked with me that he had healed them just by touching them, but neither he nor his amazed physician’s assistant could explain it.  I could see that it had awed him, but still, no miracle for our daughter.  Yes.  I was disappointed, even a little hurt by it all.

But, was I too hasty in making my call?  Were there miracles at work that I had missed?  It could be so.  It is only as I ponder the events that I see what I could easily have missed.  God was definitely working.

When the doctor called from the operating room to tell us Sarah was doing well and they were waiting for some lab results before closing, he told my husband, “God’s angel was watching over her.”  It is amazing, but the last words in my article last week were, “Praise be to the God of Sarah, who has sent his angel and rescued his servant!”  The doctor had used almost the same words to comfort us.  A miracle?  Perhaps.

And that’s not all.  When this whole process began, we had gone to a wonderful ENT whom we trust completely, but he decided to send us to his mentor, a doctor who it is difficult to see and who has performed this surgery many, many times—a true expert.  He had explained the procedure to us and had shown us the delicate nerve that he would have to move aside in order to remove the nodule and one-half of her thyroid.  This tender nerve was what concerned us all as Sarah is a singer and injury to it could have permanently damaged her voice.

When the surgeon called us back after the operation was over, the first thing he told us was that Sarah had a terribly thin and difficult nerve which had unusually branched in three directions, and he had had a tough time “teasing” it aside.  I almost couldn’t listen any more fearing the worst, but then he said, “It was tough, but when we tested the nerve it was firing just fine.”  A miracle?  Maybe so.

Another odd occurrence also reminded me of my prayers and told me that God had been listening.  The doctor next told us that he hadn’t been alone in the operating room.  There were several Japanese surgeons also there.  They had come to watch his minimalist approach to this operation, but I was reminded of the three men in the furnace and my hopes that Sarah, too, would be joined by that “fourth man.”  Japanese surgeons weren’t what I had in mind, but the idea triggered my memory and was a private joke from God to me.  He was watching, and he was with her.  Again, a miracle?  Not to anyone but me, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility.

And now, two days out, Sarah is healing well.  The swelling is already going down, she hasn’t taken any pain medication since yesterday, and her voice, although still a little weak, appears to be fine.  She is being healed.  Not in the ways that I may have wished, but miraculously all the same. 

And may it be said, “Praise be to the God of Sarah, who has sent his angel—and his particularly chosen surgeon with the gifts that were specifically needed—and rescued his servant!”  Amen.

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