Miracle in the Desert

     Some people believe in miracles. Some don't believe, and some doubt. I used to be in the "doubting" category. I believed in the miracles of Jesus, but wasn't so sure about other miracles. But I have learned throughout my life is that what I thought were "coincidences" were actually "God-incidences." I would like to share a story with you.    
      Put on the shoes of this traveler, if you will. You have arrived in a remote area of the desert where, if you didn't have the appropriate supplies, you'd be in trouble  (and the closest small town is not easily accessed and is two hours away). You set up camp with friends. You've been to this area before, enticed by the beauty of mountains of sand and open spaces. 
     Seasoned campers, you have made numerous trips to both mountainous regions—and remote areas such as this.   
      Everything is fine until you get sick—really sick. What will you do? It's late at night—and pitch dark except for your battery-powered lights. Your spouse and children are worried. Your friends are summoned to help, but no one knows what to do.  
     You are certain that the intense pain in your stomach and back is not normal. Something's wrong! Do you try to make it to the closest town (which includes a one-hour drive on a rough dirt road in the dark), not knowing what kind of help you will find? Or do you have your spouse pack up camp (which will take a few hours, even with help), then attempt to maneuver the large RV down the dark, rocky road to the main highway to travel the (long) distance home?     
     This happened to our daughter. Panicked, she called us. We tried to console her, and urged her to have her husband take her to the closest town for medical attention—despite the late hour and travel involved.    
     Our daughter said she would call us back. Feeling worried, we contacted friends to pray for her. My husband and I held hands as we prayed. "Please, God," we begged, "We need a miracle!"         
      Finally, a few hours later, our daughter called.   
     "Did you get to town?" we asked with concern.  
     "No," she said, choking on her words as she spoke. "You won't believe this, but..."  
     "What?" 
     "Our friends saw campers down the road. They asked if anyone could help. The person that stepped forward was a Nurse Practitioner."     
     We listened, our mouths agape, as our daughter told us how the NP provided emergency medical care and stayed with her. Her pain subsided. It was determined she was not in immediate danger and could wait until morning to travel home.  
     Our daughter phoned the next day after they got home. She saw her doctor, then went for scans. Tests revealed she would need surgery sometime soon.    
     "It was a good thing we got home when we did," our daughter said. "The help I needed would not have been available in that small town." 
      We are still in awe when we think of this incident from the past. What are the chances of finding a nurse practitioner in the middle of a remote area of the desert?
     Miracles still happen; it happened to our daughter. 
     The "miracle in the desert" was just one of many "God-incidences" that have taken place in our lives.
     What miracles have taken place in your life? (Feel free to comment).
     May God be with you in all your comings and your goings, and may prayer be a tool you put to frequent use.        
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Jesus replied, "What is impossible with man is possible with God." - Luke 18:27 

Photo courtesy of Andres Ramos, Vecteezy.com  

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