Eyewitness to a Miracle

A number of children in our church are picked up by the church van. Their parents allow them to come, but for whatever reason will not come with them. Seth and I, along with a several others in the church family, provide a place for these kids to sit during the church service. A little girl, A., about age 7, and her brother, T., about age 5, often sit with us.

On this particular Sunday, A. was keeping herself occupied with a pad of paper and a pencil. I assumed she was not paying attention, but I was so thankful that she was sitting still and quiet that I didn't have a problem with her doodling. Soon I realized that she was indeed listening...maybe not to the Pastor, but certainly to her heavenly father.

She held a folded note in front of my face and said, with a look of pressing concern, "I wrote this note for Jesus, but I don't know how to give it to him!" I was taken aback, and although I would have loved to ponder this statement for a while, I didn't have time. Thinking fast, I took her hand and whispered for her to follow me. Her brother took my other hand, and up to the front we walked. A. carefully placed the note on the altar and then stood looking at it with a countenance I had never seen before. I asked her if she wanted to kneel. She shook her head but continued looking at the note intently, as if praying. I waited, giving her the time she needed.

After church, I went to retrieve the note. It read,

"I love you Jesus and God.

I love you Savior.

Love, A."

A few weeks later, A. bounded up to me (and everyone else in the vicinity) after Sunday school and shouted, "My Mom is coming today!" She stood in the foyer expectantly and sure enough, her mother walked through the doors and into the sanctuary, holding her daughter's hand and greeting others cautiously. Throughout the first half of the service, I sensed God asking me to pray for this lady, that her heart would be moved and transformed by what she saw and heard. I, along with many others, silently prayed just that. God answered. Although I was out of the service for the second half teaching the early childhood children's church class, I heard later that A.'s mom went to the altar after a particularly moving skit by the youth group.

Thank you, Lord, for your great work in the heart of this little one and her family. May I have the boldness to seek you as A. sought you that Sunday morning. And, like A., may I find you waiting for me.