Today Isaiah had an appointment downtown for his Arthrogryposis.
Ruby, Isaiah, and I left early this morning to get there on time.

He needed to have some x-rays done and a mom and her two kids joined the three of
us as we waited in the chairs outside the x-ray room.

The mom and her two kids stared straight ahead.  We were in tight quarters,
 but you know that awkwardness when you are in tight quarters with others
who you don’t know, no one is saying a word and there is no end in sight?

I suddenly felt that I should just start telling them Ruby’s story, after all,
maybe these two little boys know nothing about the power of God.
Or maybe the mom has never imagined all that God can do.

Truthfully, I really am shy, but maybe it’s the silver hair or maybe it’s just finally {!}
realizing that time is short and people need to hear about the power of God
or maybe it was just the Lord prompting me…but I dove right in.

Unsolicited I turned to the little boy who was nearest Ruby and began,
“Would you like to meet my little girl?  
She’s a miracle.  
Do you know what a miracle is? 
Have you ever seen a miracle?  
It’s something that no one could do, only God.  
And He’s doing it.   
Look!!  
He’s healing this little girl, right here!  
Do you want to see what she used to look like?”

The mom was leaning in, smiling and listening as I grabbed my cell phone and
flipped through the pictures to the one you all have seen of Ruby in Emma’s arms…
the mom gasped!
The little boy’s eyes darted back and forth between Ruby and the picture.

I flipped to another picture, one I have not posted anywhere
{although I may include it in her book –
I’m still working on it and praying it is ready for Christmas}
due to the pain associated with the picture.
It is probably not like anything anyone has likely ever seen before.

As the mom stared at the pictures, her eyes appeared teary, listening,
as I poured out Ruby’s story and all that God had done and was doing.
I told her about her eyes and the healing that God is doing there too.

Did you realize that when you tell a story of something that happened to you,
no one can argue?

They can’t.

It’s your story or in this case, Ruby’s story and no one can argue when it’s a personal story.
And no one can deny the power of God as they hear it and see the pictures and then look into her adorable, enthusiastically smiling, most exuberant squealing face
{she love, love, loves to meet new people}.

It is these stories of the Ruby’s, your children, your own life that open people’s
hearts to an all powerful God.

He is the healer.

He cares.

He works.

He advocates.

He rescues.

He defends.

He is faithful.

He’s not just a little faithful.

He is always, completely faithful.

Have you shared your story lately?
Have you opened up to people you don’t even know to tell them
what Almighty God has done for you?

Silver hair aside, it was a powerful few moments.  Ruby loved meeting them and grinning and squealing and I just have to think that all day today that mom and her two children thought about a baby girl, emaciated and dying in a garden who was rescued by God and now lives to tell the miracles of Him.

Tell your story.

It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as Ruby’s.

It’s yours.

He’s been faithful to you.

The world needs to hear it too.
Because many don’t know about God
or
the power of God
or
the love of God.

Go ahead, share it.

Don’t wait for the silver hair.