Many of us who hear the word “miracle” immediately think of some magnificent, life-altering, newsworthy type of event taking place in the usual places like a hospital, or a church, or at a site of a tragedy.
Google defines a miracle this way:
“a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.”
In simpler terms, a miracle is anything – big or small – that could not have happened without some kind of divine intervention because the circumstances surrounding the event just could not have possibly allowed it to have unfolded the way it did due to a lack of options or resources, or human error (in making the right judgment or choices).
From what I recently experienced, believe it or not, my miracle came in the form of something small – like a ring. And it happened in the crappiest of places – a toilet bowl.
Miracle Of The Ring In The Toilet Bowl
So one afternoon, when Big Daddy was confined in a hospital in Manila, I used the bathroom in his hospital room. While in there, I made the decision of taking off my wedding ring and placing it on top of the toilet paper holder. Since the toilet paper holder was far enough away from the toilet bowl, I thought there was no way that ring would land in the toilet bowl even if it fell off from where it was laying. I mean, there was just no way. The angle and trajectory and several other impressive words inside the realm of physics terminology just would not add up for that scenario to be probable or even possible. However, I remember telling myself over and over not to forget to put my ring back on after I was done. As you likely have surmised by now, as soon as I stood up, I totally forgot about my ring.
After I got out of the bathroom, my daughter Arra went in to use the toilet. A few minutes passed by before I remembered that I left my ring in there. That moment, I had two choices to make – to knock on the bathroom door right away and ask my daughter to hand me my ring, or to wait for her to finish her business, and then get my ring. Either way, I wasn’t worried because I knew my ring was safe. Again, the toilet paper holder was far away from the toilet bowl. So, I decided to wait until Arra was done and out of the bathroom.
About ten seconds after I made that decision, a voice inside me told me to “get up and knock on the door RIGHT NOW!”. Without hesitation or pausing to wonder why, or to argue with myself, I went to the bathroom door and knocked. When Arra yelled out that she wasn’t done yet, I heard the voice telling me to let her know why I was knocking. I said, “Baby, I left my ring on top of the toilet paper holder. Can you please hand it to me or at least make sure you keep it safe until you can hand it to me?”
There was silence. Then my daughter responded, “Uh, I don’t see your ring here, Mommy.”
“Oh no!”, I thought. “What do you mean you don’t see it there? I’m sure I left it there. Look again.”
At this point, my daughter finally opened the door. “Mommy, I’m telling you, it’s not here. Look.” She gestured towards the toilet paper holder. To my horror, she was absolutely right. My ring was no longer there!
I quickly ran toward the toilet bowl. Lo and behold! Glistening beneath the pale yellowish water of the toilet bowl was my diamond wedding ring!
“Whoa!”, Arra gasped. “Oh, Mommy! I’m so sorry! I have no idea how it got there. I swear, I didn’t even notice it on the dispenser when I got some toilet paper. And I didn’t notice it either when it fell into the toilet bowl. I’m so sorry!”
I had no time to ask her how it could have possibly fell into the toilet bowl, such as asking about what outrageous movements she was performing while using the toilet bowl that could have sent my ring flying into the bowl at that angle and trajectory and without her even noticing it. I just dipped my hand right in – gently so as not to disturb the water – and pulled my wedding ring from under it. After washing it thoroughly in the sink, drying it, and putting it back on my finger, Arra and I laughed about the whole incident and how gross it was sticking my hand in a water mixed with pee. We talked about exactly what she did, and we were still both so baffled as to how my ring fell into the toilet bowl. neither of us could explain it. It was just not possible.
Regardless of the absence of explanations, I was just so thankful that the voice told me to knock on the door and not wait, as I originally intended on doing. I was even more thankful that she had not flushed it down the toilet… and that she hadn’t done a Number 2! Eeew!!!
I knew that the voice I heard was the Holy Spirit. He knew how important my wedding ring was to me. If things turned out the worst way and I lost my ring, sure, Big Daddy would have eventually replaced it but I would still feel so terrible about it. It’s so comforting to know that God cares about the tiniest details of our lives that what’s important to us is important to Him. That’s how much He loves us!
So, even if my miracle was small and seemingly irrelevant compared to other miracle stories, this rather hilarious incident was proof that indeed, our God is a God of miracles, whether it involves great things or small things!
Something very important to you may look like it’s about to go down the drain and into wasteland, but when God intervenes, it’s never beyond rescuing.
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