Signs from God
True story.
Hand to God.
An acquaintance was having
neighbor trouble. As often happens, things escalated rather quickly. What had
begun as an issue where two sides were taking tough stands and no one was
willing to budge swiftly careened into a legal battle.
The acquaintance—a woman of
great faith who diligently tried to live out her life as a disciple of
Christ—was deeply troubled by the chain of events which left her with an
impending court date.
In the meantime, her young
grandchild was in a school play and the play was scheduled for a date very
close to the court date. The play was about different virtues or
characteristics that are good to practice and to have: things like perseverance
and kindness. The grandchild’s role in the play was to carry a placard for one
of these virtues—marching around the stage with others holding similar placards
with letters boldly proclaiming this characteristic or that trait.
With the play and court date
fast approaching, all the grandmother really had on her mind was the court date
and the events leading up to its sad reality. She wrestled with it to such a
degree that her mind could absorb nothing else. Mostly she kept asking the Lord
for a “sign.” Should she forgive her neighbor or should she carry through with
the legal battle? Please Lord, she
would beg night and day, give me a sign.
The night of her grandchild’s
play arrived. As the acquaintance sat in the audience, enjoying the play was
the furthest thing from her mind. She didn’t even notice her grandchild on the
stage with the other kids as her mind swirled around beseeching God for a sign.
The play ended and grandmother
and grandchild made their way through the parking lot to grandma’s car. The
grandchild carried the placard at her side and chatted away with grandma
hearing nary a word. Court date was just a couple of days away and the
grandmother was still waiting for a sign from God.
As each got into the front
seat of the car, the grandchild put the placard on the dashboard with the
letters facing up. Grandma started the car and looking out the front window saw
the reflection of the word on the placard. Sadly, in her state of mind, she
hadn’t noticed it all night. Now seeing it for the first time, she seemed
unable to move. The grandmother could barely believe her eyes.
There it was, the placard with
which her grandchild had been strutting around the stage all evening; the
placard that grandma had been too preoccupied to notice.
On the “sign” that the
grandchild had placed on the front dashboard, decorated and glittering for all
the audience to see—but mostly for grandma to see—was one single word:
Forgiveness.
Cheryl Dickow
photo courtesy Matthew Andrews
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I love this! Thanks so much for sharing it.
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