Simon's Miracle

Luke 4:38-"Jesus left the synagogue and went to the home of Simon. Now Simon’s mother-in-law was suffering from a high fever, and they asked Jesus to help her. 39 So he bent over her and rebuked the fever, and it left her. She got up at once and began to wait on them."


Ten days ago my very active, very curious son put his tiny hand in a much too accessible cup of coffee and pulled it down from the Keurig. I was close (not close enough) and watched it all happen in slo mo. He immediately began screaming and his onesie jammies were soaked in hot coffee. Frantic, I stripped them off and put him in a cold tub. His hand was red but I did not think it was serious. Nothing seemed to console him and after five to ten minutes, his thigh began to blister and I could clearly see the situation was more grave than I thought. I loaded him in the car and my mom and I took him to the ER. By this point, I knew we had a long road ahead.


Henry suffered second degree burns on his tiny fingers and that day was the worst of my life. He was in indescribable pain and there was nothing I could do for him. I feared long term damage as his fingers were blistered beyond any burn I have ever seen. The doctors suggested seeing someone at the burn unit in Lubbock so I began to pray. I wanted a miracle, a miracle like Simon’s. I bowed and prayed in front of his crib while he slept. I prayed morning, noon and night for total and complete healing so we would not have to make the trip to Lubbock. I begged and prayed for his wounds to disappear. I asked others to pray. I bargained with God and kept thinking of all the miracles Jesus performed. And I prayed some more. So on Friday, when his bandages were removed and his hand was still burned and the burn unit was still eminent I cried. I questioned. I balked. I grumbled and I cried again. If Jesus could cure Simon’s mother-in-law from a fever, if he could heal the paralytic, if he could walk on water, if he could multiply the fish, then WHY couldn’t my Henry be healed? I also felt guilty for feeling all of this resentment for not getting MY miracle.


Throughout these hard few days, Henry never once seemed bothered by his burn. He never indicated any sort of pain and even removed his bandages on several occasions. His only issue seemed to be disruptive sleep which is something we are VERY used to. Overall he was his happy, active, smiley self. I continued to pray.


Nine days later at the burn unit in Lubbock his mitt was removed and the nurse practitioner spoke the words "his wounds are healed". His hand is still visibly burned but the bandages have come off and he will suffer no scarring, no immobility and no long term damage. His fingers bend and again he seems to feel zero pain.


You see, I have learned yet another lesson regarding patience. I have bee made aware once more that miracles are not always immediate. They are not always huge productions or even apparent to the naked eye. Perhaps a miracle was being performed every second of the past 10 days. Miracles of protection from pain, miracles of rejuvenation, miracles of safety, miracles of growth and miracles of understanding. Sometimes I just ask too much of my God. Sometimes I am just incredibly impatient for what I believe is the best plan. Sometimes I feel I deserve certain allowances for my faith or should be punished for the lack of. But God is always there, steady and strong and true. He always has our best, everlasting, interest at heart.


Perhaps you are waiting for a miracle of your own or your miracle seems to be in the 'denied' column on God’s list. Maybe you just can’t see a clear path set out before you or you have lost someone you love and you feel God wasn’t listening to your pleas for a miracle. Be patient. Establish your heart. Believe. I believe that no matter the outcome, even if Henry’s hand was never going to be used again, that God has a plan. I believe your miracles will be revealed to you at the time He knows is best even if it is when you are reunited with Jesus. I believe the biggest lesson I need to learn is patience. Don’t we always want instant gratification? Don't we always NEED an immediate answer. We want what we want RIGHT NOW. Right now, God. I am so guilty of not being still, of not listening, of not trusting, of not establishing my heart. How long had Simon been seeking a miracle for his mother-in-law?


Since Henry has been making the tractor sound long before he knew what a tractor was (I have been told by my father-in-law that farming is bred in him), I love this verse.


James 5:7-8-"Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand." Speaking of, if you see Happy Henry in the days ahead give him a hug, ask for a high five, and even shake his little miralce hand.