Free Make Room for Your Miracle by Mahesh Chavda, Bonnie Chavda

come back to that region for nearly fifteen years. But when I did, I found that the Lord had completely healed their home and restored her marriage.
    Her prayer in her time of desperate need made room for the miracle she needed and more. The visitation of glory that filled my room that night was a specific answer to her cry, and it left with me a permanent deposit of healing glory that has since brought healing to thousands of others whom I have ministered to around the world.
    The Shunammite constrained Elisha to come because there was “something of God” about him. His presence in her home confirmed her discernment. She soon realized, as we will see in a moment, that she wanted that presence to abide there, and she made a place for him.
    What a lesson for us as we seek to make room for our miracle! Our confidence must rest in the Hope of our salvation. His Presence must fill the place where we wait for His promise. As we are filled to overflowing with obedience, worship and service, as we desire above all else to make room for this Guest, we constrain Him to come!

The Shunammite Speaks . . .
    After that first day, Elisha stayed at our house whenever he came to Shunem. I felt without knowing why that this was a holy man of God and made every effort to welcome him. As was the custom he and Gehazi slept on our roof if they came in pleasant weather. When it turned cold or rained we moved a servant from his quarter and gave that sleeping place to our guests. Our hospitality did not leave him wanting.
    We still knew little of his business, really. Sometimes he was quiet and sometimes very talkative. He spoke of the nature of the world and the climate of things between Israel and Judah. Other times he recited proverbs or verses from our holy Law. Among the few belongings he carried with him were some scrolls with the ten words and scrolls of songs of David, which he would bring out and read. Sometimes he glowered, and I suspected that the court of Samaria lay behind his disfavor. But regardless of his burden he was always kind and thankful for every act of hospitality we showed. But do not think we were overly familiar. Though he soon seemed a member of our household, we had traditions in our culture and I was careful not to overstep them.
    Joktan was sometimes rapt and interested when Elisha feasted with us, and sometimes nodding from a long day overseeing his estate. But I always sat at Elisha’s feet catching every word as if it were the purest gold. I found that each time Elisha came I was being changed. Not since the days of being in my father’s house had I felt so certain of Jehovah’s grace.
    I began to think we should make a steady place for them to stay. It would not be unusual, for in the days when the judges ruled our valley, houses hired the Levites and supported them with board and provision since they had no other heritage among the tribes.
    I spoke with Joktan one evening about the idea, and he was pleased with it.
    So it was settled.
    We set laborers to work the very next day. While the construction was underway I visited the carpenter and ordered a fine bed and table with a chair rather than a simple stool. When the chamber was finished and the furniture set in place I had servants bring up our vermilion carpet, the wedding gift that had been hanging as a tapestry since our huppa. It would serve now as a floor covering, my final offering for the servant of the Lord of prayer.
    Now you may not think that putting a man of God on the roof is much of an honor. But our roofs were exactly like their position: high. It was the place where families gathered as long as the weather was fine, which was most of the time in Israel. It was the center of most of our living. By establishing Elisha on our roof we were making our house his, putting him and his wants and needs center place.
    When he came to us again the first time after the construction of the upper room, he was a man exhausted. He looked as though he had not