I probably couldn’t count the miracles I’ve witnessed throughout my son Cody’s lifetime.
I can still remember the ache that gripped our whole family. Open-heart surgery for a six-year-old tugs at every part of you.
At the hospital in Los Angeles, we became friends with another family whose three-year-old was facing similar surgery. Both families were yearning for good results. Cody received his miracle. Sadly, their little one did not.
Again, at age 16, we trekked to San Francisco. Before his surgery, we treasured sweet moments with our son, touring the fascinating boats along the wharf. We took lots of photos, never knowing whether they might become our last treasures together.
This time, the ride was bumpy. But Cody received his miracle.
Over the ensuing years, there were many even bumpier rides. And each time, God’s love prevailed.
I began thinking about miracles and how they seem to be right in God’s wheelhouse. Moses certainly could give a shout-out for miracles. He witnessed an abundance of them while leading the Israelites out of Egypt.
Can you imagine Pharaoh’s army chasing you toward what appeared to be a dead end, with hundreds of thousands of people depending on you and nowhere to go?
We had our precious son to ask God for a miracle. Moses had an entire nation. When God parted the Red Sea, it wasn’t for just a few people. It was for a multitude. That miracle was right up God’s alley.
At God’s command, Moses stretched his staff over the sea. The waters parted, and the Israelites walked through on dry ground, with walls of water on either side of them (Exodus 14:21–22). They had seen God’s power before, but perhaps they had never experienced His love quite like this.
In his thirties, I remember Cody saying, “I think I messed up this time, Mom,” meaning he had waited too long to get to the hospital. Once again, we found ourselves asking the God of Miracles to show us His love like we had never seen before.
Time and time again throughout the Old and New Testaments, God demonstrated love beyond measure. Miracles reveal His authority, His power and His glory. And they remind us of His deep love for us. And, God is still a God of miracles.
Seph Schlueter is an emerging artist whose life was transformed by Jesus. In his song, he passionately sings about trusting the One who won’t let him go and running to the arms where he knows he is home.
In his fifties, once again we stood with Cody, asking God for a miracle. We smiled when we realized his friends had now dubbed him Miracle Cody.
Hebrews 10:23 tells us, “Let us firmly hold the profession of our faith without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.”
Then Cody wrote these words in a text: “I have been blessed by God and I praise Christ for the difficult things he endured for me, so that there is an eternity waiting for us when we move to our next phase in life.”
God was faithful. He took Cody to his heavenly home and completely healed him.
Perhaps the greatest miracle of all—the realization that God’s answer to our prayers may look different than the answer we hoped for, but His faithfulness never changes.
From sickness to brokenness, from being backed against a wall to feeling utterly alone, God remains the God of miracles. And when we can’t understand what He is doing, we can still trust who He is.
I’m gonna run to the arms where I know I’m home, ’cause I’ve never known a love like this.
