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Friday, December 19, 2003 A small miracle?Once upon a time, many hours ago, on a beautiful balmy warm evening about 11pm, a middle aged woman went to her husband who was having a peaceful and interesting time on his computer, and she took hold of his arm, and in a winsome voice, said:"Darling! The night is so beautiful! How about we go for a bike ride around the city?" How could he resist such a charming offer? So, he closed up his windows and they changed into appropriate clothing and went into their garage and brought out their bicycles. As they hadn't been used over the winter months much, they were dusty. After dusting them off, they donned their riding helmets and gloves and with a small start, the wife realised her bike light was missing! Her husband sighed a little inwardly, as he noted that was typical of his wife ... to suggest something with sudden enthusiasm, and sort the details out later. He patiently sat on the swing outside as his wife scurried into the house to look for her bike light. She scrabbled into every drawer and bag and possible place she could think of, to no avail! After 10 minutes, she was sweating with the effort and worry of it all, and peeked out to the swing where her husband was swinging peacefully and eyes closed. That was a blessing! She, in desperation decided to ask God for help to find it. She prayed, asking Him to help, and at the same time, apologising profusely for asking his help on such a carnel thing! Well, she through her uncertainly of "using" God for such things, opened the next drawer (she had looked there earlier) and there it was! Thankyou Dear Lord! She woke her husband and slipped the light onto its little socket, but alas it didn't work! Oh no.... flat batteries. The Patient Gentleman (part English too!) said she could cycle behind him and they would buy new batteries in the city centre at a 24 hour convenience store. They set off, enjoying the evening, definately designed for cyclists to pair up and enjoy, with the wife unable to see the road, but crossing fingers there were no potholes. She realised belatedly she should have worn her sons hockey mouthguard. The batteries duly bought, they also puchased $3 large chocolate milkshakes each, and retired to one of the many quaint little benches on the bank of the river. There was a little light at each bench. Over the road was "The Strip" where many cafes and bars are in a long string down the road and many many people of all ages sitting outside eating and drinking. Lots of music and people strolling around. The Gentleman, by the little night light, supping on his milkshake, popped the new batteries in, but alas, they didn't work! He noted a totally corroded inner area and yet then tried his own batteries in to make 100% sure. No ... it was corroded and broken. He announced, with sadness, that it was only fit for the nearest rubbishbin. His eyes then lit up, as he decided to keep it for one of their small sons to practice his screwdriving enthusiasms on! The middle aged wife, (although young at heart) had some months previously gone against all of societies pressures and purchased a basket for the front of her bike. It had taken her weeks to find, but find it she did. In a very oldfashioned little bike shop, with the owner a little tiny bent over man, in his late 80's. Her children from that point onwards refused to be seen biking with their mother. She was sad, but stuck to her guns (basket). It was quite significant to note that as she would bike (somewhat ahead of her children or behind, but never with), that little belongings of her children would be tossed into Mothers basket .... here a sweater, there a drink bottle, but she smiled and said nothing. As mothers do. And so, the errant torch was tossed unceremoniously into the basket, and they continued biking in the beautiful evening (which had somehow with the passing of time, become morning instead of evening!) filled with the flavours of chocolate milkshakes, yet still in darkness. MMM (Mrs Middle-aged Mother) was thinking in very disgruntled manner that she HATED (yes she does have strong thoughts, and always longs for meek thoughts, but the strong ones win out most times) biking in darkness. Her dear husband nobly offered his light, (he being her husband of 23 years, sensed, rather than heard, her unhappiness at this plight) but she refused as she was also rather a proud person, only wanting HER light to be going, and nothing else would do! Five minutes later, as they were cycling past some bushes, she nervously noted someone flashing lights at them from the bushes on the side of the road. It was flashing so much that she was mightily distracted, and couldn't help herself from observing what was flashing at them. She traced the light to the source, and to her amazement, it was coming from her basket! Thats right! Her light was shining with great brightness! She yelled at her husband, who came to a sudden halt, thinking of course that something Very Bad had happened... and said with shaking (and stuttering) words, "L l l llook at this!!" He stared in amazement and announced that it was impossible. She said "well, here it IS!" After looking, they discovered the corrosion had gone and the light was working perfectly. They rode home, the wife for the first time in as many years, in silence. Both were deep in thought. After a while, they discussed it and together made the decision it was a small miracle from God. MMM just thanked God all the way home in her heart. Not because of the light now going, so much. But because God stepped in. She could have got home without the light. But the fact God listened, noted, and loved them enough to put His powerful touch into the picture ...... she couldn't stop thanking Him. Of course, being the woman she is, she regales this story to any listening ear, which is why (of course) she is telling it on this very blog! She is always expounding on the greatness of God, and feels that even though this might be a slightly "different from normal" way to view Gods greatness, that it won't do anybody any harm to hear the story! She hopes she has managed to provoke at least some enquiring minds into all readers here, that God can do anything if He makes the decision to do so! The End # posted by Caroline @ 9:52 am 0 comments
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