God is amazing.Tonight, in another moment of personal despair, where I looked upon my life and feared again that perhaps I will never marry, I walked with slumped shoulders into the bathroom.
But, as I entered, my eyes immediately caught something different and my feet suddenly froze in their tracks.
The crucifix, which had hung on a shower curtain hook and had hid inside my shower, was suddenly hanging outside of it.
Yes, the image of Our Lord had lifted itself up, over, and down to the other side of the curtain for my immediate viewing. The hook itself had not changed direction; only Jesus and His cross had. Incredible.
I had hung this crucifix two or three days before, and it was an item that the seller of this house had left for me. I had placed it on the inside of the shower curtain so that I would see His Divine Image when I began each day in the shower. It was not something for guests to see who simply came in to use the toilet. I had placed this cross there specifically for myself.
As I stood there, staring at it in amazement, I began to retrace my steps. When had I been in this bathroom last? Well, several times today, in fact. Was it visible then? No, not at all. If it had been, I would have noticed right away, just like I did now. So when did I last see it? I had seen it this morning when I showered. I remember specifically seeing it because I remembered saying a particular prayer while looking at it, and--of course--at that time it was definitely inside the shower with me.
Was there anyone else in the bathroom today? Yes, I had a friend over for lunch. I could not be sure, but I suspected he may have visited the bathroom once. But why would he have bothered to flip the cross? And how would he have even seen it to know that it was there, hiding on the other side of the curtain?
So I texted him and asked, "Did you move the crucifix in my bathroom or did God do it?"
He replied with, "Don't know what you're talking about, but it wasn't me."
Of course he didn't know what I was talking about! That crucifix was hidden to everyone except for me, and it wasn't there earlier in the day when I entered the bathroom several times before.
Indeed, that crucifix made its appearance visible to me precisely when I needed Him the most: I was about to give up.
Thank you, God, for repeatedly rescuing your daughter, who so continually needs reminding and reassurance! What patience He has to tolerate someone who is so forgetful and mistakenly hopeless!
