I love reading inspirational stories that tell the life tales of others. One of my favorite little books is one called SMALL MIRACLES compiled by Yitta Halberstam and Judith Leventhal. It came out in 1997 and the pages are filled with stories of extraordinary coincidences from everyday life.
I don't believe in chance encounters. I don't. I believe our steps are directed by The Most High and those seemingly random moments aren't really random at all.
I believe they are
God appointed and God anointed.
Today I'm sharing with you an lightly edited version of a short story shared from SMALL MIRACLES. I think you can still find the books (a series of three) on eBay and I've also seen them in thrift stores. If you ever start to believe the hand of God isn't on your life...think again!
"I was walking down a dimly light street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle...only yards away a woman was being attacked.
...I was frighted for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night...
Although it seemed like an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life...
I'm not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength--but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped. Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing...
Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's OK," I said. "The man ran away. You're safe now."
There was a long pause and then I heard her words, uttered in wonder, in amazement.
"Daddy, is that you?
And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine."
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Blessings today as you remember our steps are ordered by the Father~
Love to you...
10 comments:
This is one of those stories that gives you a chill down your spine, Rebecca.
Oh thanks for sharing this story with me;). Have a blessed Sunday, hugs
Wow what a story!
Hi Rebecca, It is so comforting knowing that despite the crazy, weird uncertain things of this world, our steps are ordered by the Father. Man may make his plans but the Lord directs his steps.
Thank you for sharing.
Love, Noreen
My goodness Rebecca thank you so much for sharing that story. It really makes you think about not being afraid to help out a stranger....you never know it might be someone you know.
Thank you for sharing the story.
Have a fantastic week!!!
Suzann ~xoxo~
Dearest Rebecca,
Sometimes we don't have an explanation for certain coincidences. Have a wonderful week ahead.
Hugs to you,
Mariette
Oh gee--that story brings tears to my eyes. A young girl was recently abducted and killed by her neighbor in our area. She was just a little younger than Janae. I have been taking it hard even though I didn't know her. Thanks for sharing this heart warming story!
Rebecca, what a story, especially the last line. Yes, I very much believe our steps are ordered by the Lord. Thank you for sharing, I will be looking for these books now. Have a great day!
I can almost feel the father's overwhelming explosion of emotions to see and hear his own little girl he had almost ignored! So thankful for the Holy Spirit to direct our steps!
Thank you, Rebecca! Have a blessed day!
xoxo Carolyn
Oh Rebecca ~~ the story gave me the chills, I too believe that our steps are directed by God every day. It is so good to find friends who have the same beliefs, You are so special Rebecca. God Loves You.
Blessings too,
Michele
Pearl 13.1
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