What Do Miracles Look Like?
Wow. It’s been quite a month. I have a great job. I’m having a ton of fun in my personal life. I love every single thing about my life now. Only two things I would change. One is that I’d love to not have to take the blue line to work in the morning. Way too crowded. The other, of course, is that I want my son here with me. Not that what we’ve arranged isn’t what’s best for him. It’s simply not best for me. But in that equation, he has to win.
I’ve seen miracles this month. Nothing that I can really talk about in detail here, but I’ve seen God step in and change, maybe even save, a couple of lives. What I’m discovering about miracles is that they’re not what we’re taught to think they are. They’re often not the final solution to a problem, but the small intervention that starts the larger change. I think back to when the pastor of my church moved his office into mine a few weeks before my ex-wife left. Was that whole thing a coincidence? No. Did his counseling, wisdom, and friendship save my marriage? Nope. But it got me through the divorce and set me and Jennifer on a path of civility that eventually turned into a renewed friendship.
When we pray for a miracle, we pray that God will pick us up out of a flood and set us on dry land. We want Him to do all the hard work for us. But it seems that most often, the miracle is a tiny branch that He sends floating just within our reach. He provides what we need to get ourselves to what’s next. And if we need another miracle, we often get it. But the journey is mostly about us trusting God to provide and working with whatever He gives us. Because it may not always be much. It most often won’t be everything. But it’s always enough.
I am so thankful for all the blessings in my life. Every single day, I am excited to get out of bed and see what’s in store for me. I meant it when I said on Facebook the other day that I’m running dangerously low on unanswered prayers. My prayers about my own life are almost all prayers of thanksgiving now. And even most of the really pressing and urgent prayers for those I love have turned into prayers of thanksgiving for the little miracles. But there are still some people I really love who are really hurting. And so instead of rambling on here, I’m heading out to the park. A few laps and some time spent asking for God’s intervention in a few hurting lives. And an extra lap to thank Him for my son and for the time that he and I will get to spend together in just another day and a half. 