I’m so excited to introduce you to Christy Mobley, a writing friend I met online initially until we realized we lived in the same town. Over chicken salad, we swapped stories of kids and families, grief and hope. Christy was authentic from the get-go and she’s sharing a faith story today for Hello, Monday.
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When my friend Bonnie and I went to lunch for her birthday (one week late) she asked if I had time to go somewhere afterwards, she had a story to tell me…
Everybody needs a faith bomb dropped on them every now and then.
You know what I mean, a God thing. A God wink.
The incidental happening that couldn’t possibly be mere happenstance.
The place where we see and experience God at work and become infused with fresh faith.
Faith bombs are like that, they bolster assurance—fortify beliefs.
And when such a thing occurs and we share the story, like an explosion of confetti at a parade, every receiving heart gets sprayed with new-found hope.
Boom! Faith bomb.
Bonnie had been distraught for months over losing a pair of earrings.
They were’t just any earrings they were diamond studs and one of the last treasures her husband gave her before he passed away. She had searched high and low for them, every inch of her house—every drawer, behind ever piece of furniture, even under beds. It pained her. Losing them was like losing Chris all over again.
It troubled her so much, when her adult daughters asked her what she wanted for Christmas, with a look of consternation, she answered,
Bonnie’s oldest daughter Meghan had shared her mother’s hurt with her friend Jaime, who coincidentally had a similar story. Her mother’s husband (Jaime’s father) had also passed away about seven years earlier and her mother had oddly enough lost a pair of earrings he had given her. After much prayer by the two of them she miraculously found her special gems.
Believing in the power of prayer and that God cares even about the small things, Jamie asked Meghan if she could help carry her burden and pray for her mom’s situation.
Unbeknownst to Bonnie, the two girls started a prayer vigil, daily asking God to intervene and for Bonnie’s precious remembrance to be found.
Christmas came and went and still no earrings. Meghan had actually gone over to the house and searched for them herself. She so wanted to give her mom the desire of her heart for Christmas. Bonnie had decided she must have mistakenly put the earrings in the bag that went to the thrift store months earlier. She just couldn’t worry about it anymore.
A few days before Bonnie’s birthday Meghan and her husband Jack came over to pick up an old chest of drawers Bonnie told them they could have for their home. Before taking it away Bonnie scavenged through the drawers one last time in the off-chance she missed something, but she came up empty-handed.
In hauling the heavy chest down stairs at one house and up the stairs at the other, the drawers flopped open multiple times. If anything was in there it wasn’t anymore.
Meghan got the chest set up in her own home and went about preparing the drawers for her treasures. One of the cabinet pulls was missing and when she opened the bin to retrieve it, to her marvel THERE THEY WERE, the missing earrings—perfectly placed as if someone had gently laid them out minutes earlier.
If there was a Richter scale for faith, Meghan’s would have been off the charts!
Between sobs and squeals of joy she ran downstairs to tell her husband and call her friend Jaime.
Meghan couldn’t give Bonnie her Christmas wish but she could give her a birthday she would never forget.
On January 4th, Meghan called her mom to let her know she and her two little girls were on the way over— they had something for her. They sat Bonnie down, handed her the gift bag and said,
“This is not from us, it’s Gods’ gift to you. We’re delivering for Him today.”
Not sure what in the world they were talking about, Bonnie looked in the bag, pulled out the small box and opened it to reveal its contents…
This was the story Bonnie wanted to tell me. The faith bomb with which she intended to bless me.
Now in turn, I wish to bless you.
There is nothing quite as awe-inspiring as experiencing the place where our natural intersects with the supernatural and our everyday ordinary becomes nothing short of extraordinary.
It’s the place where we see God at work and fully acknowledge that He sees us.
He sees our needs.
He sees our hurts.
He sees the desires of our hearts…and fulfills them.
It’s where the God of the universe says,
“I know you believe dear one, now let me help you with your unbelief.”
And boom! Faith bomb!
“And without faith it is impossible to believe God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he awards those who earnestly seek him.” Hebrews 11:6
Looking forward, pressing on, seeking God in every bump and twist in the road.