Everybody wants to live a life or miracles. We ask God for miracles every day, as do I, waiting in anticipation, when the Holy Spirit, in His gentle way revealed this memory to me.
A couple of months ago, one Sunday morning, I was sitting in church listening to the announcements, waiting for the weekly birthday clap, knowing that my name will be called somewhere down the line. When it did, it was not just a “…and on Tuesday it is Karon’s birthday!” clap, clap, clap. No Sir Ree, it was more in the lines of “Aha! What do we have here? A milestone? One of the biggies! Shall we tell or not…?” 50 years OLD! It was not voiced, but everyone in that warehouse knew. Karon has now officially moved over to ‘the other side’ , and added to that, overweight, losing her hair and the footprint of gravity, viciously evident.
Come Tuesday, the ‘big day’, it was work, stress and life as usual. I felt 80 rather than 50, coming from work tired, I flopped down on the couch, closed my eyes to take a 5 min power nap. Next, when I opened my eyes I see above me, the face of Alta, my home cell leaders wife, and seconds later, my lounge was filled with plus minus 20 people, all armed with food baskets, gifts and the most radiant “Surpise!” smiles on their faces. I was blown, and flushed my pity party. Soon after, we were all outside in the barbeque area chatting and munching away on all the lovely eats. Surprise number two came when two of my friends, gifted with dancing, walked up to me and covered me with a purple (royal) cloak, music started playing and they danced the most beautiful dance of… Restoring Joy! Oh boy! Thank you Lord, Bulls eye! They danced God’s love for me. I became quite emotional, and felt a warm hand at the nape of my neck, and Henry my husband kissed me on my temple and whispered: “I love you sweetie” I was overwhelmed, humbled and so ashamed. God revealing Himself through His saints and my husband.
God, in His wondrous mercy and grace, kept me safe for 50 years. 50 years in which I have taken reckless chances, make disastrous choices, tempted fate numerously, rejected Him over and over while indulging the sins of this world. Yet, not once has He forsaken me. God has given me the ultimate. A loving, and faithful husband. A mate that I can trust. Someone that I can share my life with, someone that can still call me “sweetie” when I am all stressed up and moodie like a lemon left in the sun, someone that does not see the wrinkles when he kisses my temple, someone that calls me sexy when I climb into bed with my xxx linen PJ’s, and cuddles up and whispers in my ear: “Sleep tight my angel”.
As I was looking for a miracle, I found one lying next to me every night, the other half of me, loving ME as I am, the one God has given me to grow old with. And when I look into the mirror I see me, another miracle. Bought and paid for by the blood of Almighty God’s Son, Himself.
As I was looking for a miracle, I found the love of brothers and sisters in Christ.
We were also blessed with two beautiful children, both miracles, but a story for another time.
