Don’t you just love it when you witness a miracle from God?
Don’t you just love it when you witness a miracle from God?—especially when that display of grace and mercy is poured out on ordinary, everyday events. One such moment happened when I was planning the wedding of my youngest son. It was definitely a cutting edge moment.
I was busy making ‘Thank You’ labels for Kyle and Tiia’s South African missionary picnic wedding, and needed to finish the edges with a pinking shear, but I couldn’t remember what had happened to the pair I owned. It had been years since my sewing machine and other sewing paraphernalia had been dusted off and put to use. My only option was to purchase another pair.
On one of the first of countless trips to the fabric store, I priced a pair—a whopping R260, and that was the cheapest one. I couldn’t justify spending that amount.
In ‘shear’ desperation, I called family and friends as I drove away from this shop flowing with silk and money, trying to source a pair to beg, borrow or . . . okay, I wouldn’t go as far as stealing them. This option proved unsuccessful. Nobody could help.
The strangest thought kept going through my mind as I drove.
“Lord, I’d be happy to buy another pair, if you could just find me ones for around R100,” I prayed. The strangest thought kept going through my mind as I drove. I should try the small fabric shop just up the road from home. I’ve lived in my suburb for over ten years and have never set foot inside this shop located a few hundred meters from my house. I’ve walked past it several times, peered inside the window on the odd occasion, but my feet have never stepped over the threshold.
The thought persisted.
Try the little fabric shop up the road.
After driving to my sister-in-law’s house to check if she had a pair, and finding no one at home, I surrendered to the unrelenting voice in my head. Upon entering the fabric shop, I noticed many Christian touches to the interior. Nice.
I stepped up to the counter. “Do you have any pinking shears,” I asked.
“I think there’s a pair at the back hanging against the wall. Would you mind having a look? I’ve hurt my leg and it’s difficult to get around,” the middle-aged woman behind the counter said.
Assuring her it was no problem, I headed to the back and scanned the wall of sewing gadgets. It didn’t take long to spot the pair of pinking shears on the wall. The ONLY pair of pinking shears. Price? R112 (R98.25 excluding VAT). Around R100!
How faithful and trustworthy is our great God.
And like the perfect Father, attentive to our needs, no matter how small they may be.
If I hadn’t listened to the small still voice of my Saviour, I would have missed out on one of those rare WOW moments.
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” – Isaiah 30:21