My Aunt Leah recently moved from North Carolina to Ohio and as she was “downsizing”, she came across this beautiful Willow Tree Angel that she completely forgot she owned. The angel is holding a baby bird hatching out of an egg and the name of the angel is “Angel of Miracles”… coincidence? I think not.
Over the course of 10 months, when I start to become discouraged, I have felt God pick me up and carry me by sendingenc ouraging cards and gifts from others. This angel is one of those gifts.
Two weeks ago I received six email’s from women who within a month (or so) of following my blog have conceived naturally despite years of struggling with infertility. Each one thanked me because my blog encouraged them to place their trust into God’s hands. (I don’t say this to toot my horn, I say this to toot God’s horn.)
I was happy for all of them on so many levels. They not only had a positive pregnancy test, but their hope and faith in God had been restored and I give Him all of the glory. But despite my sincere happiness for them and my thankfulness that He was able to use me, there were moments where I felt the “sting”. Each sting would come as the enemy whispered to me I had been forgotten or that I was doing something wrong. Its been over a year since I have placed my trust in God with my circumstance, yet after only one month of giving their situation over to Him, they saw the double lines I have only seen in my daydreams.
My mind went into overdrive. I mentally rehearsed possible solutions and my brain became a flurry of activity by thinking of everything I should or shouldn’t do. What did they do that I haven’t been doing? What prayers had they been saying that I wasn’t? What did I need to stop doing? What did I need to start doing? What was I doing wrong? UGH! So many thoughts kept running through my head of what else I could or should do; but it wasn’t long before I realized each thought I entertained was just me trying to take back control.
Since I was starting to get a headache with all of my planning, analyzing, and calculating, I decided to take a shower (I do my best praying and crying in the shower) and while washing my hair I said out loud, “God, it’s all up to you and I need a miracle.”
Definition of miracle: unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of God
I had forgotten about my shower conversation until last night when my Aunt handed me this lovely “Angel of Miracles”. I love how God, through this angel, reminded me of not only His promises, but also of His perfect timing. If she had given me this angel just four weeks earlier, it wouldn’t have meant as much to me as it does today.
I have placed this beautiful, God given angel on my dresser as a reminder of His faithfulness, and as a source of encouragement to not waver in my faith as I wait for the miracle He will perform. I am believing that my baby bird will truly be a miracle from God. Thank you Aunt Leah and thank you God.