A few years ago, I had a radical meeting with Jesus which ended in a marriage proposal. It was achingly beautiful, and wholly moving. I could not resist the tug on my heart or the meaning of His words whispered into the depths of my spirit. "Be my bride my beloved, I will love you no matter what." I said yes of course, tears flowing down my face. I was in complete disbelief, but from the deepest part of my soul, I wanted what He offered. The next day I woke up, looked down at my ring, and realized wow, that really happened! Now I’m married! Before you ask, yes, Jesus had one of my rings in mind for His wedding ring. I wore it on my middle finger because that was the only finger it fit perfectly on when I ordered it. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, I moved the ring to my left ring finger after I agreed to be Jesus’ bride and it fit perfectly. The second I put it on, I have not been able to fit it comfortably back on my middle finger. Its place is where it belongs.
Since that day, I talk to Jesus like He is my Husband. He is after all! I love to spend time with Him and through my ups and downs, I know I can always call on Him. We may not have had a wedding in the tradition sense, but I feel completely married and loving it. Being in a love-relationship with Jesus is beyond words. Think of the most perfect husband and how much he would love you and realize that it is infinitely better than that. That is how our relationship is. It is so beautifully pure. I jokingly tell people that Jesus has ruined me for an earthly husband because of the overwhelming love He has shown me all of the time. That love has become especially powerful and potent since I have chosen to become His bride. Someday I know I will meet my earthly husband, but until then I am being wooed and loved by the best Guy who could ever enter into my life.
In being “married”, I do consider Jesus my go-to person, and I always will, for any problems that I have. Big or small, tough or easy, I call on my Husband to “fix” things for me. I’ve just begun to realize that Jesus is the ultimate Mr. Fix-It. He really is the perfect Husband. No matter what the request, He listens with interest and sets about answering my prayer or request in ways that usually surprise me immensely. I secretly think He likes to spice up the relationship by outdoing my expectations or answering my prayers in ways I would have never dreamed before. He loves to show me His creativity as a way to try to make me see just how much he really loves me. Whether it is a broken relationship or a broken sink, Jesus always has some sort of plan to fix things. Sometimes His ways seem strange or His “fix” is not what I had hoped for. That broken relationship may never be repaired, but He fixes my heart by tenderly healing it. That broken sink may not miraculously start working right without intervention, but He may send the right person to fix it properly and promptly. What is never boring is how He chooses to intervene. What never changes is how much He looks after me in His infinite love for me.
I want to share a few precious moments with you that Jesus “fixed” things in my life. These moments actually encompassed an entire evening. I call it affectionately the Night of Miracles. I have experienced God in so many wonderful and different ways in my life so far, but this night was incredibly unique for many reasons. The main problem of that night was my health. I have had re-occurring ovarian cysts that are extremely painful, especially if they rupture. If and when they do rupture, I am completely incapacitated. This particular day, I was experiencing a lot of pain that continued to worsen as the day progressed. Finally, I was to the point where I would not be able to do hardly anything on my own. I had to leave college early and have a friend drive me home. The pain got even more severe until I began to have the excruciatingly sharp pains that told me a cyst had ruptured. By this time I was flat on my back in bed, curled into the fetal position desperately wanting to pain to go away. As this was happening, I felt God tug at my Spirit. He reminded me of a promise I had given to Him.
A few weeks earlier, I had begun to pray for a friend for deliverance. God instructed me to pray every day for this friend. Persistent prayer was important, and I agreed to His request. It was that request that He was reminding me of. I know you may be thinking that such a thing is cruel to put upon someone in my condition, but my heart ached for my friend and I too wanted to see that friend delivered from their bondage, just as much as God did. Through the waves of pain I began to pray. It took me three times as long to pray, but I eventually said what I needed to say.
Afterwards, I began to think about all of the things that I would not be able to complete on time or miss concerning my college schoolwork. I had missed part of a class, which presented information that I would need to know for an upcoming test, and for another class I had a project presentation due the next day that I had not finished. I prayed because I knew that I would never be able to take care of what I needed to do. I really needed my Husband to help me.
I find God loves when we surrender to Him things that we can’t do on our own because that opens the door for Him to do what He wants to do anyway. Shortly after I prayed, I loaded up my laptop beside me on my bed. I was going to email my teacher and see if I could possibly go over with him the key points I had missed. Within minutes I got a reply from him telling me that not only would he go over the key points, but he would go over the entire lecture with me as soon as I felt better! This was my first miracle because as some in college may know, teachers do not usually go over missed lecture material. If a student missed it for whatever reason, they were expected to talk to someone in the class that was there to find out what was missed. This particular teacher had even told our class at the beginning of the year that he would never go over an entire lecture if someone missed the material. I knew God had moved his heart. I was very grateful for that outcome!
After I received that email, I put my laptop away and prayed some more about my other class. I resigned myself that I would have to struggle to sit up the next morning and complete my presentation as well as give it that evening. I prayed for God to give me the strength to do it because this presentation was worth a quarter of my overall grade in the course. My Husband had other plans. It was later that evening, almost midnight when a friend of mine called me. He apologized for bothering me, especially because he was one of the few who knew what condition I was in, but he wanted to know if I had looked at my email recently. I told him that I hadn’t recently, but I had checked it earlier. He proceeded to tell me that he had gotten an email from our teacher, the one that we had to do the presentation for, a few minutes ago. The email stated that our presentations would not be due the next day because we had to begin working on another project sponsored by the school with its own deadline. Our presentation was postponed for another couple weeks. I was shocked. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. I thanked my friend for letting me know because he knew I was worried about the project, and then immediately began to thank God for His sovereign hand in it. There was no possible way in my mind that anything that evening was of coincidence. My Husband was doing what he does best: fixing problems and taking complete care of me. It was my second miracle of the night.
As I laid there feeling a lot better that my schoolwork was under control, my parents came in to inform me that a bad storm was almost upon us. They wanted me to know in case that I had to move out of my room if it got too bad. My room is at the end of the house surrounded by multiple trees. It was always a concern for us that during a bad storm a tree could come down on my bedroom. While it was not likely because the trees were strong and healthy, my family would insist anytime it got really windy or stormed badly, I moved out of my room to the couch or someplace else deemed safer. Ultimately it was always my decision though. I was in too much pain to want to move anywhere and I didn’t think I could bear to sleep on the couch in my condition. My bed was way more comfortable. So I began to pray again, that I would be protected. Not only that, but I prayed that God would give me reassurance that I was being protected. I needed the peace of mind at that moment in order to try to sleep.
Just a short time later the storm hit with full fury. The wind was some of the worst of the season. It howled past my house, and I laid there praying for God’s protection specifically from the trees surrounding my room. During a particularly strong gust of wind, I leaned over and pried back my curtains for a quick look. My neighbors’ trees were whipping around wildly and bending over quite far in the strong wind. I looked out of my room’s other window and saw the same thing. I waited for a few seconds because the trees outside of my room were perfectly still. I assumed the gust had not reached my house yet. However as the seconds drew out, I saw my neighbors’ trees still flailing around wildly, but no movement at all from the trees surrounding my room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I checked the other trees around my room and sure enough, every single one of them was stock still. During the storm they never moved. It was during that time that I truly felt and saw what God’s protection was like. It made me fall in love all over again with Him seeing His expression of love and protection for me. He “fixed” the trees in place. That was my third miracle that night, but not the last one.
After seeing that God was protecting me from the storm, I settled in to try to sleep, but I was in too much pain to sleep. Again, I cried out in prayer. I didn’t ask for healing or for Him to take away my pain entirely. I simply asked that He would lessen my pain enough that I could sleep. I knew if I fell asleep that I would not feel any pain anyway. Immediately after I prayed, I felt a hand on my neck. I opened my eyes to see who put their hand there, but there was no one physically there. The hand was large and cool, putting gentle pressure on the side of my neck. As soon as I felt the touch, my pain immediately lessened, and I became incredibly sleepy. Within seconds I fell asleep completely content that Jesus had everything under control. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was thanking Him for His love and protection. He “fixed” my dilemma by supernaturally making it so that I could go to sleep. It was the fourth miracle that night.
The Night of Miracles was one I won’t ever forget because it showed me just how much Jesus cared for me and was looking out for me. I wanted to share these experiences because I wanted to reassure others that God really does care about us and love us in such a profound way. Also, so many people, including me at one time, believe that God does not work miracles in everyday believers’ lives. You don’t have to be some superstar Christian to receive his love and protection. In fact, the Bible says His power meets us and is drawn to our weaknesses. What a mighty and great promise for those of us who believe in Him!
I wrote this a few years ago, but I recently edited it to post here. There are so many stories in my life of God's goodness and mercy that I knew I just had to share some with you all!