Several years ago, we received a phone call from our local sheriff’s office. They were calling to say they had retrieved a pellet gun that had been stolen from my husband 10 years earlier. This pellet gun had been a gift to my husband from his mother when he was a boy, so the sentimental value was far more than the replacement cost of the gun. We were happy to have it back and marveled at the fact that it came back to us so many years later.
A while after that, I was doing dishes at the kitchen sink and began to think about a brooch that I had made for my grandmother years before her death. She used to wear that brooch whenever we would visit because she loved that I had made it for her. It was nothing more than a bauble. Even so, there was sentimental value attached especially after she died, and I wondered what had become of it. Not many days later, I received a phone call from a relative who had received a collection of my grandmother’s jewelry. In it was the brooch. She wanted to know if I would like to have it back, and a few days later it was returned to me by mail. It sits in my jewelry box to this day as a treasured keepsake.
Another missing piece of my life was restored when I received copies of photographs from my childhood that I thought had been lost when I was a teenager. Another relative had been keeping them and sent them to me as a surprise. Seeing those photographs again after 30 years made me cry with joy. I was so happy to finally be able to share them with my own family.
Eight years earlier, our pet cat Sunny went missing. We were in the process of moving, and I searched for him for days. Moving day came, and Sunny never appeared. I had to give up the search and hope that he had found a new home. I continued to rent out that house for many years, and eight years later, my youngest son got married and moved into it. The previous tenant told us about a stray cat that would come to visit. They would often place a bowl of food out on the porch. A few days after my son got settled in, he heard a sound on the front porch. There was the stray cat, just as the tenant had said. My son immediately recognized it was none other than our Sunny. He was much older and a little worse for wear, but there was no mistaking him.
All of these events happened within the span of only a few months. I now refer to it as the year of little miracles.
God spoke to my heart about many things after all of this had transpired. I came away knowing that He cared for even the smallest concerns in my heart. The photographs were a secret longing that I had never shared with anyone. It had been more than 30 years since I had seen them, so I had long given up hope. The same was true of the brooch, the pellet gun and our cat Sunny. Yet, God saw and knew all of these things were important to me and my husband, and I truly believe it delighted Him to surprise us in this way.
I love knowing that the God of the universe cares about what matters to me. It made sense that if He cares about the least important things in my heart — then wow — He really must care about the bigger things. I had to wait a long time for these things to be restored, but when they were, it was like all the years of waiting had melted away. That gives me great hope for situations, relationships and people in my life whom I have carried in my heart. I may have to wait a while longer to see the outcome, but now, there is no doubt God cares as much as I do. All I have to do is think back on the year of little miracles, and it gives me such faith.
Until next time! ~ Susan
I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame. — Joel 2:25-26
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