Years ago, I was on a much-needed oceanside vacation with my husband. Our children were at home being cared for by their paternal grandmother. We had spent the morning walking along the beach. We went back to the hotel room to rest. As I walked into the room, I noticed that the light was blinking on the phone, indicating that I had a message. I knew immediately that the news would not be good. No one would be interrupting our little get-a-way without a good reason. As I had imagined, the news was bad. My father, only 64 years old, had suddenly passed away that morning. I stood there in shock. Later, tears streamed down my face, and I felt the need to go back out into the salty ocean air. I stood on the beach looking out into the pacific ocean when much to my surprise, a bunch of dolphins moved from far out in the ocean to feed near the shore where I was standing. My grieving heart was lightened and I felt peace. I knew at that moment that Christ was aware of me and my situation and that He loved me.
Later, on the day of my father’s funeral, I felt my baby girl move for the first time within me. Again, peace and love filled my mind and heart. What a miracle! I feel that it is so important for me to be aware of these small miracles that God blesses me with. They strengthen me. I just need to remind myself to “be still and know that He is God.”
