When I was growing up, it was difficult. I lived with my guardian parents and visiting my real mother. I felt very alone and very uprooted, not sure where to turn for “family” love and support. I didn’t have much of a religion, I was Jewish but it was more of an ethnicity to me than anything I enjoyed.
Then one day as I was riding my bike, I was about 10 years old, I saw a house. Of course there are many houses around me, all cute, wonderful, or nice.
But this house was different, it was peaceful, wholesome. As if all the other houses around it were broken and only half there, not whole.
Everything about it seemed like it was from a fairytale. The grass was a luscious green, the large tree let it’s leaves and branches sweep across the ground. I sat there for a long time just watching it, almost hypnotized by a force I couldn’t yet explain.. I felt peaceful sitting there, under the shadows of this wonderful house.
And as life goes on, everything propels forward, years go by, along with troubles, problems, tears, and wonders. And all of the sudden, I meet him. He is my age, but in a grade higher and he is different. Peaceful, majestic, wonderful, and respective. Like a man should always be. We become close friends, and over time he begins talking to me of Jesus. His words are powerful and understanding, and I begin to find my way, slowly and somewhat doubtingly. But my path begins to straighten, my pains begin to loose their sting, and the hunger for something deeper is filled, and found.
This man showed me the path to God; because of him and God’s will I now love Jesus Christ with all of my heart. And amazingly one day, I find out that he lives in that house, the same house from my childhood that was so peaceful, so wonderful, and calming. I now understand that that house is touched by God, and that boy and his family are only some of the millions of children of God. This is my miracle that shall forever lie with me, and we are still friends, and he still helps me through any questions I ever have.
Thank you friend of mine.
The Lord truly does work in mysterious ways.
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