My nerves were getting the best of me that night. I had never been on a runway before, let alone modeled a dress for an event. Technically, it wasn’t a real runway considering it was in the House of Blues in Los Angeles. But they did their best to make one for us.
I worked at an upscale consignment shop for women’s clothing in Pacific Beach. The owner was a beautiful, sweet and newly saved Christian with a little bit of O.C.D. This business was her life. She literally lived in the store. Her front door was the back door to her quaint shop. It meant everything to her.
It wasn’t long before I found myself wearing a beautiful, expensive gown on a runway in a highly regarded music venue. I’m still not exactly sure how it happened. This event was a huge opportunity for my boss to promote her business and show what a fine selection of clothing she offered. Running a consignment store didn’t bring in much money so every piece of clothing was valuable, especially the highly priced evening gowns like the one I found myself in that night.
As the evening stirred with excitement, the ladies and I prepared for our début. Walking with my friend, I suddenly stumbled over the edge of my dress and my razor sharp high heel tore right through the shirt. My heart immediately sank! Frantically, I grabbed the dress to examine the large tattered hole now a part of this recently flawless gown. All I could picture in my head was my boss fuming with anger, disbelief, and sadness at the loss of this income. I knew how much this kind of dress meant to her. My friend gasped in shock and I could see the same fear in her face that was showing on mine. Without thinking, I prayed over the dress. I prayed that the hole would disappear and that my boss wouldn’t lose her profit from this dress.
I ran over to show one of my colleagues, and began searching for the ominous tear. I searched and searched only to discover that the hole was no longer there! Having a very hard time believing that God would cause this hole to disappear, I kept searching. I scoured the entire length of the dress, even though I knew right where it used to be. There was no hole to be found. I told my colleague all about what just happened and I couldn’t help but laugh with joy over what God did! We continued on with the night and the fashion show was a huge success.
That miracle opened up my eyes in a new way. God is not limited by our ideas of what we think He can do. He is not limited by our narrow-mindedness or shallow faith. I had always thought that miracles were only for specific things like healing, money, etc. God showed me that night that He is the one who makes the rules. He is the one who dictates when a miracle happens and how. My job is to pray.
I have to admit; in those days it was easy for me to pray for everything without questioning God’s ability. If we’re not careful, we can lose that childlike mindedness and begin to think that there are qualifications and formulas to follow. The more we learn, the more we should see that God is not limited! Jesus performed so many different types of miracles and declared that we would do even more.
I wrote this testimony as a reminder to myself and to all that our first response to life’s issues should be to pray. God is always there for us and ready to show us He is real. It’s not our job to determine why some miracles happen and why some don’t.
It was said of the late Kathryn Kuhlman (referred to as, “The Woman Who Believed in Miracles”), “She never tried to explain why some received their healing and some did not. She believed the responsibility remained with God. She liked to refer to herself as in sales, not management. Whatever Management decided to do, she would have to oblige. But she did say it would be one of the first questions she would ask God when she got to heaven!” (God’s Generals, pg 297)
Praying for miracles means taking risks. I want to see how many I can experience before I stand before my Heavenly Father and say, “look at what You did!”
Forever in awe,