Did Someone Pray for a Miracle?
Those were the words I heard this past Sunday morning. I was serving at my church and sharing with a friend how my week was going. I told her that my ex-husband was currently at my house replacing rotten deck boards for me.
My oldest son had started the project a few weeks ago, but in late June, he left to go to Italy for his study abroad program. He would be gone for an entire month, only to return two days before his brother's graduation party. He was concerned because the project was left unfinished and he knew I had to still paint the deck before the first weekend in August. He called his dad and told him I needed help. He told him about the rotted deck boards and all the work I had to do to get ready for the party.
My younger son was also leaving town for two weeks to visit his sister. I asked him if he could pick up a Walmart order for me before he left. Unbeknownst to me, he called his dad and asked if he could pick up my order and bring it to me instead so he could get going as planned.
The next thing I knew, my ex was at my house with my Walmart order.
He was walking around my house and asking me what I needed done. "Our son is concerned about you and asked me to power wash the house. What else do you need done?" he asked.
I began my laundry list of broken things in the house and settled on the most important tasks. Power washing the house and replacing the deck boards. As we were talking, I began scraping peeling paint off of one of the railings. He stopped me and told me not to bother because it was rotting. I explained how I simply could not afford to replace every broken board this summer so I was replacing only the worst ones this year. He proceeded to reprimand me for having such a "ridiculous" plan and offered to not only replace every broken board, but also pay for them all.
Excuse me? What was that?
Is this the same man who spent the past four years reluctantly paying child support and arguing with me over money at every turn? He looks like him. He sounds like him. But this cannot possibly be the same man. Yet here he was.
- Paying for boards
- Power washing my house
- Buying us lunch
- Staying and playing games with me and our daughter after she had a bad day at work
- Spending two weekends working in close to 90-degree weather
- Getting hit with a crowbar in his hand, going to the ER, and two days later, continuing the job
We talked about Sunday's sermon, what we learned from our failed marriage and divorce and how we are looking for ways that the Lord can use that to help others have better ones as we worked outside together. He cut deck boards, and I painted the fence. At the end of the day we played volleyball and ate dinner with our son.
A few months ago I could barely hear his name without yelling or crying. Today I heard "I'm packing it up and going home. I'll be back tomorrow. And Saturday. And Sunday...."
No. I did not pray for a miracle, friend. But it sure does look like I received one. 🙏
Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more
than we ask or imagine.
Ephesians 3:20
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