A Miracle: The Bouncing Ball

Many years ago, while out shopping, one of my kids asked me if they could all get a rubber ball from the little ‘bubble-gum’ machines that were lined up at the entrance of the store. I checked my purse and found I had just enough quarters for everyone.

So they each got a ball, and even got them in the colors they liked. When I seen that, I mentally shrugged and said to myself, “Maybe God IS still with us.” (It had been one of THOSE days, where nothing seems to go right.)

Then one of my kids asked me if he could play with it outside, and ignoring the tiny nudge of no that whispered from within, I told him yes, but just be careful & not loose it.

As we stood in front of the grocery store, my child dropped the ball, and ran out to retrieve it, into the path of an oncoming car.

As he chased the tiny ball, he crouched lower and lower, till he was completely below the front window of the car. I knew that no driver, however alert and good, would be able to see him and stop in time. I  screamed his name at the top of my lungs, certain that it was the last time I’d ever see him alive.

Then the car’s brakes suddenly ‘grabbed’ and stopped, leaving my child in between the two front wheels, his face but a breath away from impact.

He turned and ran back into my arms, and it was a while, before either of us could let go of the other.

“Yes ma pettite,” the voice within answered, “I AM STILL WITH YOU.”

I thanked God all the way home, yet I kept wondering why God even let it happen in the first place. He could have found another way to let me know that He was still with me. Where was His will in this? I simply did not understand.

The answer was given to me when we got back home. My child gave me another hug, then tells me; “Boy Mommy, Jesus must have something really special for me to do for him someday, for Him to have saved me like that…” ( ! )

This, from a seven year old little boy.

During Hanukkah, we remember the miracles in our lives. This is one of them.

Thank You Jesus for saving my son’s life!

May The Light of the World, Jesus Christ, fill you with His peace,

C. Dunamis

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The Football Field

(Continued from https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/still-here/)

The dream begins with me running on a football field, holding a football. This in itself, surprised me, for I detest football. It was not something I would do, yet there I was, running with the ball. I had a general idea of where the end goal posts were, and I knew I was running in the right direction.

There was no one else on the field that I could see; no one from my team, and no one from the opposing team.

It was in the dead of night, extremely cold, and it was snowing so bad that at times you couldn’t see more than a foot ahead. The wind howled and blew in gusts, swirling about, making mesmerizing patterns in the air. The playing field still had the big lights on, but they seemed to struggle to cut through all the swirling depths of snow.

I suddenly realized, that I did not have to do what I was doing, so I stopped.

I looked up into the bleachers, and could see about a dozen or so people out there. I sensed there were a few more in the bleachers that were out of my line of sight, but that the rest of the fans had given up supporting the game and had gone home because of the severe weather.

I felt very cold and very alone.

Then as I looked towards the other side of the field, I saw a bus depot. I starred at it. Every now and then I could feel the warmth from its doors gust out towards my face. It looked warm and bright, cheery and good.

So I dropped the ball where I stood, and went into the bus depot.

The warmth there felt wonderful!

I sat there on one of their benches, and watched as loads of people would arrive in a bus, and then transfer themselves onto another bus that would take them on to heaven.

Oh the stories they shared were amazing! They all talked among themselves, explaining from where they had come and how they had got there. The bus driver always interacted with them, and seemed to be very happy with what he heard. There were smiles and oohs and ahs, as the people shared their stories. I listened with rapt attention, whenever a bus rolled in.

As I sat there on the bench and waited for my turn to get on the bus, I faced the football field. The door was as big as a single garage door, and was made of metal. For what seemed like ages, the door remained steadfastly open. But then one day I noticed that the door was slowly closing.

The scene upon the field never changed; every once and a while I’d feel a gust of that frigid cold weather upon my face and shiver. I’d look out into the darkness, but I could not see anyone else out there.

One day I noticed that the door had only a foot or so left to go before being fully closed. But I didn’t care. I had long ago decided never to go back out into that mess again. I had no doubt that where I was, was the best place to be.

A while later, (which seemed like many days without end,) the door finally clicked shut.

The days then seemed to extend on forever, me watching those happy revelers climb onto the bus bound for heaven, and wondering when It would be my turn to get on.

Finally, when I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be my turn, they called my name.

I walked up into the bus, expecting to be able to share my story with everyone else on the bus, but there was only one other person on that bus besides me and the bus driver, and she sat huddled down in the very back, and was unwilling to talk to me. The bus driver also refused to talk with me; he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

Then I realized with a pang, that he was ASHAMED of me!

As the bus began to depart from the depot, I woke up.
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1 Corinthians 9:24-27 ESV “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”

Isaiah 40:31 ESV “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Matthew 24:13 ESV “But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
TO BE CONTINUED…