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My Sign

I had just had a conversation earlier that day with my husband. I had talked about how we don't seem to live in the age of the dramatic, visible signs of God that you read about in the Bible. I have never had a sea parted before me, or had a pillar of fire follow me, or had fire come down from heaven and entirely lick up a saturated sacrifice. I have never seen Jesus walk on water or feed gigantic crowds with just one serving of fish and bread or heal countless individuals. I would like to think that it would have been so much easier to believe if I had been living during those times, especially with such spectacular signs and wonders before me. But my husband reminded me, I wouldn't have gotten it either, I would be no different than the people back then who actually were witnesses to those events. His parting words stuck with me as he said, "Maybe, you don't recognize the signs that are in your life" . . . hm mm . . .

I had taken the sheets off the bed to wash, and after starting the load in the washer, I headed off to practice my golf shots. After a couple of hours, I came home and walked into our bedroom. It seemed at first that something was out of place, and then I glanced at the bed to find our huge ceiling fan plopped gently in the middle. I looked up to see just a few bare wires hanging from the ceiling. Wow! The fan had somehow fallen and fortunately, we were not in our bed at the time . . .talk about signs! I instantly realized that I really needed no further signs. It was enough to realize that my time here on earth was still to continue and that in fact I am immortal until God decides to take me out, even if it is with a ceiling fan.

I'm not sure what it is about our human nature, that at times it seems easier to believe the spectacular signs rather than the One behind the signs. Obviously, we have been given enough signs to believe, we have His word and we have Him . . . It's just a matter of trusting that God is enough. He's the only Sign we need . . .

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