By Erika Rizkallah
Have you ever heard the phrase: Be careful what you pray for?
It’s often said after something dreadful or amazing has happened, and my case is no different.
A few weeks ago, on Father’s Day to be exact, my family decided to take an evening boat ride. It also happened to be my son’s 16th birthday and he wanted to ride our jetski instead. He’s experienced and has his boating license so we thought nothing of it.
We decided to go to one of the many waterfront restaurants for dinner but they were all packed. The sun began to set and beautiful streaks of pinks and oranges blazed against the sky — it was quite magical.
Then the dolphins began to appear but my daughter and I kept missing them. Each time my husband slowed the boat they’d disappear beneath the water. Dolphins are as common as squirrels here and normally we wouldn’t stop to see them, but my photographer daughter wanted to get a sunset shot.
After a fruitless search we turned the boat and sped home, happy and hungry. A few minutes later, my husband yelled, “Dolphin!” and pulled the throttle. We heard a horrendous crunching noise and were thrown forward.
It took a minute to realize what happened and I was stunned. My daughter and husband started screaming in fear but from my vantage point I could see the problem.
My son, still on the jetski, was wedged vertically between the engine and the roof.
We went into crisis mode. We yelled at him to jump off the roof and so he did, landing in the water. The current was strong and even though he had a life vest on he’d had a bit of a shock. A boat pulled up and offered to bring him in.
By this time a crowd had gathered to help, ask questions and stare. People began taking pictures of the astonishing sight. We called a tow boat and on the agonizingly long ride home — with us sitting in the back of our boat – the reality sank in.
In my quiet time that morning, I had
foolishly prayed, Lord, show me your glory.
He not only showed me, but everyone else! Hundreds of pictures were taken by gawkers. We appeared on a well-known Instagram boating account with thousands of views.
The next day, we were on the news and the story appeared in headlines across the country. Reporters called the Fish and Wildlife Department trying to get interviews. Our response was “No comment.”
Anyone can see that this was a perfectly timed miracle. Consider the speed of the boat and the velocity of the jetski combined with the lift of the wake and position of the engines and roof. Any variation in these factors could have proved deadly, but no one was hurt.
As believers, we’re called to report on the mercy of God and the daily miracles he provides us. We’re to shout his praise and glory from the rooftops and sing out with joy.
I haven’t stopped thanking him for what he did that day but I won’t ask to see his glory again. That was enough for me!
Your turn: Do you have any miracle stories you can share?