“A Godstop is any means by which God seems to go out of His way during your day to make Himself known to you. When I see a brilliant sunset I know no artist could paint, I recognize God through His masterpiece. Likewise, when something happens in my day that I know is more than coincidence, I am learning to recognize God in it. We don’t want to miss God when He makes Himself observable! I am convinced the more we learn to recognize and appreciate His interventions and revelations, the more we are likely to receive them.“
– Beth Moore, excerpt from Believing God [emphasis mine]
I have an entire scrapbook devoted to recording these God Moments in my own life. And it’s a powerful thing seeing page after page of God’s handiwork. Moments so clearly and carefully orchestrated, it would be ridiculous trying to chalk it all up to “coincidence”; moments like this one:
Thanksgiving 2005 had come and gone; it was time to prepare for my December Weekend Scrapbooking Retreat. My husband had been working a lot of late nights and I was feeling crunched for time. Despite the pressure, I felt God nudging me to put off packing until the kids were in bed. It was bath night and (as usual) Lorenzo went first. I helped with hair and pajamas before sending him downstairs to play. Then I readied the bath for Emilio. [At 8 years old, he needed me to adjust the water temperature then would take care of the rest on his own.] While he was in the tub, I thought I would fiddle at our computer which sat near the bathroom. I decided to work through a Spiritual Gifts Assessment similar to THIS ONE. With each statement, you were given the following response options: (a) often, (b) sometimes, (c) unsure, (d) seldom, or (e) never. I was mulling over “I have experienced miracles in my life or with someone I have prayed with” when I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I thought Emilio might have slipped and went in to offer assistance. I was shocked to find him standing, eyes full of panic. He was spinning back and forth, hitting the shower wall; I could tell immediately he was not breathing. Feeling helpless, I cried “JESUS HELP ME!” and reached for my son. As I pulled him into my arms, a small blue ball flew out of his mouth and rolled away from us – the plea had barely escaped my lips! I had no clue my son was even choking!!! It was clear to both of us God was in the room. As we sat in a wet heap on the bathroom floor, I thanked God over and over for saving my son’s life. Because had He not placed me at the computer, I would have never heard what was happening in the bathroom; had I been packing, doing laundry, or any other of my usual tasks Emilio could have easily died.
And that is a miracle in my book. And something I never, ever want to forget.