Oh you're on the verge of a miracle,
Just waiting to be believed in.
Open your eyes and see-
You're on the verge of a miracle.
According to the Cambridge Dictionary, If you are on the verge of something or come to the verge of something, you are very close to experiencing it.
I have a long distant but very vivid memory of traveling down the road singing along to Rich Mullins' Verge of a Miracle with a very very small person behind me in his backward facing carseat. Nothing about his future was clear that day as we headed to the County Courthouse for another hearing or meeting or visit, but I had never wanted so much for a song to be true for this little fellow, and for me. We hadn't started foster parenting with the goal of adoption, but this tiny human changed all that.
I was praying for a miracle.
As it turned out, he eventually joined our forever family nearly four years later, and that was only the beginning of the work that God was doing in his life and mine.
So, fast forward (or, inch slowly forward through some very challenging years and diagnoses and interventions and prayers and...yes, I think I could say miracles...) to yesterday.
I spent the better part of six hours at a soccer tournament; red, white, and black uniformed soccer players and the greenest grass filled my view. It was nothing out of the ordinary as soccer tournaments go, but at one point I walked down to the far end of the field and my perspective expanded across the valley and across the nearly fifteen years that have passed since that day when I wanted to be “on the verge of a miracle.”
I guess God's timing is different than mine- He's never late, but He misses a lot of chances to be early-
but I believe my prayer has been answered a dozen times in the intervening years,
because that goalie way down there in the florescent jersey is my son, a freshman in high school living out his soccer dreams, and I'm his soccer mom.
I thank God for His faithfulness in both of our lives since that day when I prayed for a miracle.