A few years ago, we were spending Saturday at some friends' house in another city. We left home Saturday morning, went to church with them, and after lunch, I put our daughter Anna down for a nap. They offered us a room with a bunk bed, and we agreed that my husband would sleep on the top bunk and I would sleep with Anna on the bottom bunk, which had a protective rail.

Dawerne, my husband, tired from the trip, decided to rest after lunch, and to my surprise, he lay down on the floor next to the bunk bed. I was bothered to see him there, especially because the space was very narrow. I insisted he lie on the bed, but he said he was fine.

In the afternoon, we watched programs at church, had a snack, and that evening, back at the house, we started getting ready for bed. As I put Anna down, I noticed that the bunk bed was a bit unusual. Instead of having a solid bed base to support the mattress, it had a series of loose planks that rested on the sides and supported the top mattress.

Looking up and seeing those planks, Anna got a little scared and asked some questions about the bed, as she had never slept in a bunk bed before. I assured her everything would be fine, we prayed, and she got under the covers. Then I started tidying up a few things in the room. As I was hanging a towel at the foot of the bunk bed, Dawerne, who was climbing into the top bunk, leaned on the side of the bunk bed to get up, and the screw on the side of the bed broke, causing the entire top section (mattress and bed base planks) to fall onto Anna.

I rushed from behind the towel to help her, but the bed was empty. Anna was standing in the corner of the room, crying, terrified. I ran to her, and she was saying, “Mommy, the bed fell on me,” and I tried to calm her, saying, “No, sweetie, you're okay, your angel saved you.” But she kept crying, very scared.

By this time, the homeowner came running to help us and Dawerne, who had suffered some scratches on his leg. I left the room to comfort Anna, and my thoughts were racing. I knew something extraordinary had just happened. I couldn't fathom the idea of Anna having jumped out of bed so quickly. She was already sleepy under the covers, had just turned two years old, and wasn't that agile! Furthermore, there was a rail next to her, and a bedside table next to the bed was intact; if she had really gotten out by herself, the least that would have happened was that she would have disturbed the tablecloth on the table when leaning to jump.

At that moment, the thought came to my mind: “God just performed a miracle here.” I was disturbed and at the same time amazed by the idea. Disturbed because the moment I reached that conclusion, it felt like someone was shouting in my ears: “Impossible, you're not seeing clearly, it was luck…” But I was amazed when I went back into the room, looked at the position of the furniture, where Anna had been, and realized there truly was no other explanation – a miracle had occurred. God had sent His angel to save Anna from an accident.

After calming Anna down, I started to reflect. Why would God have chosen that situation to perform a miracle? Then I remembered that we had just prayed and asked for God's protection during the night. If she had been hurt, she certainly would have had difficulty understanding, and her small trust in God would have been shaken. My conclusion: God did that simply to show us that He loves us and cares for us.

Later, talking with my husband, he told me that after lunch, when he went to rest, he had planned to lie on the top bunk, but upon entering the room, he felt compelled to lie on the floor.

Friends, God is constantly by our side, performing miracles; it's just that we don't see them. We are so accustomed to being blinded by the enemy that we always end up believing there's a logical explanation for every extraordinary thing that happens, rather than a miracle from God.

A few weeks after that incident, we went through a very difficult time that would change the course of our lives forever. If we hadn't had that very real proof of God's love, we probably would have lost faith in the face of our problems, but that incident, of His care for our little daughter, was etched in our minds and helped us trust that God would continue to be with us, helping us through trials.

Do you believe in miracles? We certainly do, because they are always happening in our lives; we just need to believe that they are not mere coincidences, but direct interventions from a God who performs them simply because He loves us.

Rute Bazan

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