A true story from Sandy
 



What an awesome God we serve! 


God always knows best. Well dear
hearts, it has been a while since I
have reached in the archives of my
memory to tell of a time when I knew
that God moved in my life. I was
expecting my second child, our only
child till then had died and we were
very nervous, waiting for this child to
be born, and wondering if the baby
would be healthy. Well, the due date
was February 28th and it had gotten
to March. I wasn't able to attend
church very often because of so much
sickness, but this one Sunday I
decided I could handle it and was
preparing to leave for church.





We lived in a very small house in
Silvis, Illinois, and I mean VERY
small. I had just got up from the
breakfast table and was walking to
the living room; just a couple of
steps really, and there was a horrible
crash. I turned back to the kitchen to
find that the ceiling had fell onto the
table. It was a very old house and the
plaster was very thick. There was
plaster dust all over the place; big
pieces on the table; and even broke a
chip on the chair where I had been
sitting. At first I was horrified and
stunned. Then I began to laugh
hysterically, I guess because Harley
finally came over and held me in his
arms until I finally just broke down
and cried.
Needless to say we didn't make the
church that morning.





As I sat there, taking it all in, I
realized something very important: I
had been complaining that I was so
far over due, almost the twentieth day
of March, and the doctor wasn't
hurrying to start me. I had been
complaining about the swollen feet;
miserable backaches; just plain
misery of the waiting. Then it struck
me: I could have been killed where
the plaster had hit the chair where I
had been sitting just less than a
minute before.

The rest of the story didn't come about
until the Sunday after Kerri was born.
We were getting ready again for
church and I had pulled her basket in
the kitchen near the table where she
would lie until we were ready to go
out the door. Then the full realization
really hit me: God in His wisdom
withheld her birthdate because of
what had happened, because had she
already been born that morning, she
would have been in that basket; in
that very spot; and most assuredly
been killed by the falling plaster.





I was truly humbled by this and then I
learned that He protects and covers
in His own way. He knew what was
going to happen that day and He
saved my child's life. What an
awesome God He is. I guess He
knew too that this would be my
custom when getting ready for
church. After my second daughter
was born, she too was placed in that
basket, at the very spot, awaiting
time for church.

We have long ago moved from that
house and the house has been torn
down now; but I shall never forget the
day that God defeated satan in the
little house on the hill in Silvis. More
than that...about that day...I learned
the divine protection of a mighty God.





Well, enough already. I just wanted
to say this: When things seem to not
go as planned, maybe His plans have
a greater impact. I'd like to tell you
that I never complain any more; well,
I can't, but I can tell you I try to not do
a lot of it. Some things I may never
understand here on this earth, but
that's ok; if it really matters, when I
get home, either He will explain or
even better, maybe it won't matter
any more. I have a friend named
Martha that always says, "Well, a
hundred years from now it won't
matter at all".
Living through Him,
SANDY/LCM
© 2003 by Sandra Griffin
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