Because I have sons, I have been trained to love the geckos that live on our walls here in Indonesia. Unfortunately, these little creatures can sometimes become victims of ill-fated accidents, like being toasted along with the bread.
And that is just what happened as I was preparing breakfast.
I turned the toaster upside down and the unlucky lizard fell out on to the counter amongst the crumbs. There he lay, sort of shriveled, dead for all I knew.
To my surprise, when I picked it up on a tissue, it was actually breathing. Not having the heart to dispose of it before it was dead, I placed the gecko on the tissue inside my bedroom and finished the breakfast routine. I even whispered a silly, little prayer. “Lord, would you let it live?”
After the boys were out the door, I went into my room to get something and I noticed the lizard wasn’t on the tissue. As I tried to get it back on, it fled from me. Not quite normal yet, but able to move. And I heard God whisper to my heart, “Linda, I raise the dead.” I stopped and cried. God had just given me a message that I needed to hear.
We had been working through the effects of a painful situation that had wounded many. Each time I came to the point of entrusting it to God, a fresh wave of revelation would arise and make me angry and grieved all over again. And it just felt …HEAVY.
That morning God gave me a visual reminder, through a little lizard, that He alone can raise the dead. And that I could entrust the situation and those affected by it to Him. He was still God, He cared, and He had the power to bring the wounded back to life.
I love reading you post.
I just read this to my sister. It is a sweet story and we both found it cute and inspirational. Thank you!
Wow…this story is truly amazing and inspiring. Thank you so much for posting this on the site!!!
Amen, Linda! Thanks for sharing this precious communication from God! Love you!