Okay, yes I get it. Horrible title, but it’s meant to quickly describe the location of a miraculous intervention that happened to me in 1995. First the back story. When I was a kid I would faint any time I got a high fever. I fainted in church and bounced off the pew in front of me. I fainted in the car port and bounced off the car and then into a brick wall. Sometimes I would faint in weird positions and not immediately know how to get up when I regained consciousness. It was awful. And it happened often enough that I started to learn the signs of when it was about to occur. I started being able to predict when I was about to pass out. And that was good, because I could sit down on the floor and greatly reduce the distance I would fall. Any time I suddenly got hot and my vision started getting spotty I would sit down and wait for it to happen… and it always did.
So this problem followed me into adulthood. It didn’t happen as often, because I started being healthier and having less illness, but it still happened on occasion. In 1995 I was in a public restroom at the University of Alabama in Huntsville. I was on crutches with a broken ankle at the time, because I had just broken my ankle by stepping on the side of someone’s foot during a basketball game a few nights before. And then it happened. Flush of heat and spotty vision.
Oh NO! I didn’t want to faint in an empty public restroom and fall on the floor! What if I cut myself and got an infection from the grime of a public bathroom? What if I did more damage to my ankle during the fall? Do I try to call out? Do I try to make it out into the hallway? Do I prop my crutches and sit down? What do I do? So without thinking I whispered out loud, “God, please not here.” And snap … it happened.
The second after I uttered those 4 words my vision went back to normal and the wave of heat was gone. It was exactly what I needed at exactly the right time. And it was a complete reversal of a process that I knew from many past instances. I was about to faint. No question about it, and then with those 4 words the feeling immediately went away.
I don’t know why God doesn’t intervene more often. There are abused children all around the world that could use some intervention more than me in that bathroom. There’s people dying of horrible diseases. Why not help out more? I don’t understand. But ultimately I don’t understand God, because I’m not God. I do know one thing though. I believe completely and totally that he intervened for me right then and there in that bathroom. I guess I should have yelled out “and heal my ankle also!,” but I was so in awe of the first miracle that I didn’t want to seem greedy. I do not mean to make light of a miraculous intervention, I’m just pointing out that with God all things are possible. Thank you for reading my 17th blog.