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Thursday, December 4, 2014

A Moment of Mercy

by Cyndi Coleman
Sometimes, we may see disaster on the horizon and we spend time praying it will not happen to us. However, there are other times when disaster approaches so swiftly that we are only able to sit back and take in all the shock and hysteria that has come our way after it has passed. Still there are other times when we see that potential devastation has been averted. These are the times we should recognize that God has chosen, out of his sovereignty, to bless us with a moment of mercy we did not even know to ask for. As an illustration of what I’m writing about, I feel compelled to tell you about a time that still causes my heart to sink. I’m talking about a time when the potential devastation we avoided was only by the hand of God.  It was a moment when he chose to show my family mercy. A moment we could have never seen coming.

My husband and I are blessed to be the very proud parents of two, beautiful daughters. One peaceful after-school evening in steamy August, I was helping Cameryn, who was a kindergartener at the time, with her “big girl” homework at the dining room table. Our den, which was adjacent to the dining room, had a few brick steps lower than the dining room and the ceiling was 12 feet high.  This was where my husband was entertaining our onesie-clad toddler, Catheryn.  While her sister tried to comprehend K-level math material, Catheryn was mastering running full-speed into her daddy’s arms. She would toddle to the far-side of the room, turn, and run. From time-to-time I would glance up and marvel at her new-found speed. It was an unremarkable, regular, “good day.”

During a glance-up moment, I looked down into the den to see Catheryn pausing to steady herself mid-room. Unbeknownst to her, she was directly under our very massive, metal and wooden ceiling fan. Upon regaining her balance she took the remaining, two, toddler-size steps to reach her daddy. In the same millisecond, our ceiling fan, which was turned off, fell out of the ceiling and smashed into millions of pieces which were blown over the entire room. I was stunned and terrified. There was a couch blocking my view of my husband and daughter. I did not know if they were okay, or if the worst had just interrupted my life. I immediately stood, and ran down the steps and rounded the couch to see my very shocked husband holding Catheryn, completely unscathed.

The most remarkable thing is what we found as we closely examined Catheryn for glass shards.  Chad handed her to me and we were searching all over her exposed legs, bare feet, arms and head. There was absolutely nothing, anywhere. However, my husband’s legs, between which she had been standing when the fan fell, were scratched and streaked with blood from the glass literally blown onto, over and across his bare skin. His arms were the same. The entirety of the room was glass laden, the wooden coffee table which was stricken by one of the blades, was crushed into splinters. But Catheryn, she was completely spared; no glass, not a scratch, nothing at all.

We were instantly grateful, for we knew whose hands shielded and protected her. It was what some may call a modern-day miracle. It has caused me to ponder his mighty sovereignty so many times over the years since that scary and awe-inspiring day. What I do know is that moment interrupted my life and caused a regular day to become extraordinary, forever marked on the calendar of my heart day.

God got our attention and we were stunned by his mercy and grace. She had been shielded by his mighty hand. She was saved for a purpose. Though she fills our lives with joy and we adore her, we can only wait and see what he has planned for her life. As her mama, I do have many aspirations and dreams for her. The greatest of which is to watch her follow after Jesus with all of her heart. Only then can her true purpose for being saved from that dread-filled moment be realized. This dream I have is tied to a promise I have from God: “He knows the plans He has for her, plans to give her a hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11).

So, I’d like to touch on a tough topic that someone may already be contemplating with a seed of wonder that could quickly grow into angry bitterness. Why did God show us mercy and not another? I cannot say because I do not know. I can testify, though, that there have been seasons of mercy in my life and other seasons when the mercy was purely his divine presence with me in the storm, instead of deliverance from it.

God has detailed plans for all of our lives. You are a masterpiece in progress under the careful, loving eye of the master creator, and perfecter of our faith (Hebrews 12:2). He is constantly calling us, wooing our wayward hearts to the only faithful lover of our souls.  Everything works according to his good pleasure and for his ultimate glory. He works the harsh and humbling, the merciful and mighty into and with the sweeping hush of gentle whispers and roaring rushes of our lives: “The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it” (1Thessalonians 5:24)!

If you are still breathing oxygen and have a pulse, you are being called to a great work for the Kingdom!  How is it evident the Master is calling you? What good works has he reserved in advance for you to do (Ephesians 2:10)? 

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