Last night, a friend of mine invited me to Denny's. For breakfast. At 11pm.
Now, I've never been a leave-the-house-at-11pm kind of girl. Not for anything. And I can't tell you the last time I went to Denny's. We used to go after showchoir performances in high school. At first, my husband vetoed the excursion. But it sounded fun! And I've been missing my friend! And I never get to do anything spontaneous like that! So I made my puppy dog face, and my sweet husband let me go.
I hadn't seen my pal in a while, so she and I had a lot of catching up to do. One of the first things we talked about was church. She hasn't been going because of a new job that conflicts. She's been feeling a little lost in her spiritual walk lately, possibly as a result of skipping church.
At the tail end of this part of the conversation, we talked about my back. She'd read on Facebook that my husband took me ballroom dancing and we'd signed up for lessons. Totally my husband's idea, if you can believe it! He's super. :) Anyway, she wondered how I got through that with my back and the leg pain I'd been having. I cocked my head to the side to look at her and said, "Don't you know? I'm healed!"
She stared at me for a moment. She didn't quite know what to say.
So I told her the whole story of my back and how God showed up when I needed him so I had the confidence to pray for healing. Then one morning I woke up with no pain, nothing. And it hasn't come back. And God is awesome. She was amazed!
But that's when it really got amazing.
Not five minutes after we'd finished that part of the conversation, a group walked in. Three girls, three guys. The girls had long hair piled high, long dresses. You know? I never remember what denominations do all that, so I don't want to guess. But they were dressed up like they'd just been somewhere kind of fancy. The guys all had three-piece, pinstripe suits on. They looked sharp!
So they came in and they talked to the hostess for a moment. Then the three girls went over to the hostess podium and started singing this:
They sang (in perfect three-part harmony, mind you) the chorus and the verse about "He healed my body, told me to run on."
At midnight. To a half-empty Denny's. And we all clapped along.
After they were done, my pal looked at me like I'd set the whole thing up. I said, "See? God shows up!" At midnight. At Denny's.
No joke. He really does.
I don't know what this year has been like for you. Maybe it's been really crummy and you've been waiting for God to show up and rescue you. Don't lose hope. Pray with confidence, and he'll show up. I'm not going to lie—it'll be on his timing. And he's going to do things his way. But he will show up. In this coming year, have a renewed confidence in God. I sure do.
Happy New Year! Stay safe!