Ron Reese describes how, for a few weeks, he lived in the supernatural, where
signs were given to him plentifully to confirm earlier revelation. This, he says,
was not a habitual state, but came as a supernatural season--or what has been
described as God breaking through into our mundane existence.
I too have had some of these "singularities," rare occasions when God broke
through mundane life to deliver a divine experience. The very fact that these
occurrences are rare in my life gives weight to their authenticity. In other words,
these things are not flukes of abnormal brain function or body chemistry, as
"science" might describe them, I believe. They come FROM the Lord to us,
and are not OUT of us but INTO us FROM Him.
How we wish we could have such occurrences daily! It would make our walk
easier if daily this manna of encouragement were delivered.
I mentioned recently a "miracle" in my life which I consider a direct divine act.
This was the delivery to me of shoes I could wear.
when I was younger and healthier, wearing shoes was no more nor no less a
problem than it is for the average woman. I avoided high heals to keep my feet
healthy, but otherwise I could wear most any shoe I wished.
With the onset of a rare blood disease my feet acquired Erythromelalgia, in which
tiny vessels in the feet apparently get clogged with thicker than average blood. The
result of this clogging is neuropathy which is painful, sometimes so painful that one
can hardly walk across the floor of a room; sometimes it ebbs for a while so that one
can walk better, but it's never absent. One's "shoe budget" rises as one tries and tries
to find shoes that fit. Hours are spent over shoe catalogs or trips to what stores one
can find. Finally one may give up and wear only socks most of the time, only painfully
putting on shoes to go out in bad weather. There seems to be no help other than
partial help of wearing thick padding inside big wide shoes, but this padding makes
the feet less sensitive, and therefore makes walking on stairs or uneven surfaces
dangerous. One develops the habit of always staring at the ground to see where
one is going. And in my case, I finally didn't watch carefully enough and fell down
the stairs, breaking my kneecap.
The kneecap is healed and now I am strengthening and limbering the limb which was
held straight in the vise of a cast for six weeks. But shoes were becoming a problem
again. I didn't want to wear the thick padded shoes, at least not inside. The thick
padding, as I said, limits my ability to sense where I am in relationship to the ground.
This is dangerous to not be able to feel where one is going.
I saw an advertisement for some "Monroe Americans" shoes at Nordstroms, on sale,
and sent for a pair, hoping against hope. They looked like they would fit and perhaps
not require thick padding--a BIG "perhaps." A "plus" was that these shoes, if I remember,
are actually manufactured in our own country.
The night before delivery of the shoes I prayed they would miraculously fit and ease
the pain. This would have to be a true over-riding of natural circumstances, a gift from
And the gift arrive. The shoes fit, the pain is 95% gone most of the time, I can now learn
how to walk on a walker better than I would have in socks. And I can hope to dispense with
the walker sometime soon. And the shoes actually l look stylish, elegant shoes not
clodhoppers such as I had worn for years.
To me, this was a little personal miracle. Maybe I should say a BIG miracle in my little world.
Disney or Hans Christian Anderson, the makers of fables would call them "magic shoes,"
Cinderella's glass slippers. For me, they are God's gift to help me on my earthly path.
Thank you, Father, for each small miracle that makes our path to You bearable and
sometimes even joyous.