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Multiplied Miracles

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Jan 12
  • 1 min read

Imagine the ache in Hannah’s heart as she surrendered her miracle, her precious son, into the hands of the Lord. She had made a vow, and she kept it. How heavy her steps must have felt as she turned from the house of God, leaving behind the child she had prayed for with every fiber of her being—the child she had wept for, fasted for, and dreamed of holding.


What mother wouldn’t wrestle with such a sacrifice? What heart wouldn’t break at the thought of walking away? And yet, God saw Hannah’s faithfulness. He saw her trust, her unwavering obedience, her willingness to give back to Him the very thing she longed for most. She had proven herself trustworthy, and because of her faith, He blessed her abundantly.


Had she clung to her miracle, she might have lived a life with only that single gift. But in the breaking of her heart, in the act of surrender, she unlocked the doors to more—more joy, more blessings, more children. Her miracle wasn’t taken; it was multiplied, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.


Sometimes, it feels as though the Lord is asking for the very thing you’ve waited your whole life to receive. It feels like He’s taking your miracle away. But what if He’s preparing you for something greater? What if, in entrusting Him with what’s most precious, you’re opening yourself to miracles beyond what you can imagine?


Trust Him. Be faithful. Surrender your miracle to the One who gave it in the first place, and watch as He turns your offering into abundance—into a symphony of blessings that exceed your wildest dreams.

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