How do I know God is real? It’s simple. I’ve experienced Him. I have no doubt of His presence in my life. Yesterday I was reminded of an event that occurred years ago. It was the birthday of the son of a close friend. When she was (early) pregnant with him we were working on a musical, for which she was the lead character. It required a lot of energy and jumping around on stage, and she started to miscarry her baby, bleeding and having other complications. I left practice night after night concerned about her. One night on the way home I begged God for a sign that the baby would be safe, perhaps by showing some kind of sign in the sky. I have never asked for a sign before or after this, but was really concerned that night.
Driving home I kept looking at the sky to no avail, and as I walked up the sidewalk into the house I lingered a long time on the front porch, hoping to see the promise. But I had to give up, and decided to entrust the child to God. I knew it wasn’t my problem to solve.
In the middle of the night I was awakened by a loud sound. It was as though someone had taken ahold of the gate of the fence outside our bedroom window, and shook it strongly. I jumped out of bed and looked out to see if someone was there, but the only thing I saw — was a falling star.
Now I had my promise. I told my friend the next day that now we could be certain the baby would be all right, and he was. He’s 20 years old now.
I want to make it clear that it wasn’t the star that was so impressive to me; it was the fact that God answered my prayer and gave us a complete sense of peace and assurance, something only He can do. That’s how I know He’s real; He’s present in my life and so very real to me. There is no other explanation. I will share some more stories in the days to come.
For corresponding posts see these links:
God is Real–Part Three (a hurtful e-mail)