THE BREATH OF GOD
by Author Unknown
Two years ago in downtown Denver my friend, Scott Reasoner, and I saw
something tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else
seemed to notice.
It was one of those beautiful Denver days. Crystal clear, no
humidity, not a cloud in the sky. We decided to walk the ten blocks
to an outdoor restaurant rather than take the shuttle bus that runs up
and down the Sixteenth Street Mall. The restaurant, in the shape of a
baseball diamond, was called the Blake Street Baseball Club. The
tables were set appropriately on the grass infield. Many colorful
pennants and flags hung limply overhead. As we sat outside, the sun
continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly hot. There
wasn''t a hint of a breeze, and heat radiated up from the tabletop.
Nothing moved, except the waiters, of course, and they didn''t move
very fast either. After lunch Scott and I started to walk back up the
mall. We both noticed a mother and her young daughter walking out of a
card shop toward the street. She was holding her daughter by the hand
while reading a greeting card. It was immediately apparent to us that
she was so engrossed in the card that she did not notice a shuttle bus
moving toward her at a good clip. She and her daughter were one step
away from disaster when Scott started to yell. He hadn''t even gotten a
word out when a breeze blew the card out of her hand and over her
shoulder. She spun around and grabbed at the card, nearly knocking her
daughter over. By the time she picked up the card from the ground and
turned back around to cross the street, the shuttle bus had whizzed by
her. She never even knew what almost happened. To this day, two
things continue to perplex me about this event. Where did that one
spurt of wind come from to blow the card out of that young mother''s
hand? There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch or during our long
walk back up the mall. Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his
words out, the young mother might have looked up at us as they
continued to walk into the bus. It was the wind that made her turn
back to the card in the one direction that saved her life and that of
her daughter. The passing bus did not create the wind. On the
contrary, the wind came from the opposite direction. I have no doubt
it was a breath from God protecting them both. But the awesomeness of
this miracle is that she never knew. As we continued back to work, I
wondered how God often acts in our lives without our being aware. The
difference between life and death can very well be a little thing.
Miracles often blow unseen through our lives. Thank you, Lord.
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