Do you believe in miracles? I mean the kind only God can provide. If you are like most people, I’m sure you would answer yes. So many of us have experienced those difficult situations when we cry out to God in the middle of the night: “Oh Lord, I need Your help! Oh God, where are You? I need a miracle.”
My first experience with a desperate plea to God took place just after I gave birth to our first son. He was born prematurely, and his lungs collapsed as he took his first breath. The nurse’s eyes told me something was terribly wrong. As she whisked him off to ICU, I cried out in desperation, “Where’s my baby? Where is she taking him? What went wrong?”
Over the next few hours, the doctor revealed the news no parent wants to hear: “We don’t know if he will make it through the night.”
I will never forget those words. They propelled me to exercise my faith and ask God for a miracle. Lying alone in the recovery room, I cried out to God as I’d never prayed before. I didn’t doubt God heard me, but I did wonder if He would come through.
I remembered an evangelist visiting the university I attended to teach about the discipline and exercise of faith. He used an interesting phrase that was intriguing yet confusing all at once. I never could get right—until I needed to. He said:
Faith is believing it’s so…
When it’s not so…
In order for it to be so.
Faith is exercising your belief when everything around you tells you to give in because it’s impossible. Your faith in God propels you forward to believe you will see your prayer answered, you will see your miracle become a reality.
Alone in the recovery room that night, I heard that complex phrase coming back to me: Tammy, you must believe it’s so when it’s not so in order for it to be so.
That’s faith. That’s a miracle.
That night, I exercised my faith and cried out to God. I decreed and declared that my son would live. That whatever the doctor said would be temporal, but my faith would be eternal. That I would exercise my faith in the spirit realm, and God would grant my miracle.
God did heal my son. Today, he is a strong, successful businessman (and handsome, too).
Was it my faith? Was it a miracle? I would say it was both. It’s easy to give up and give in when our doubt is stronger than our belief. But that is exactly when we need to fight the good fight and believe God for divine supernatural healing and opportunities only He can bring.