Miracles

 

I’m writing this on Father’s Day, which is only a month after Mother’s Day. I also just finished reading a book about a couple whose son was miraculously healed. The combination of these things set my mind whirling. Miracles? Where was mine?

 

After I recovered from my pity party, God reminded me of several miracles. Oh, the one I so desperately wanted God did not give me but He gave me so many more that I hadn’t taken the time to notice or think about.

 

Although He chose not to heal my son and He permitted him to come home, God allowed me to experience the wonder of birthing a wonderful, normal boy. Truly a miracle. Creation is replete with His miracles – how does water get to the top of a giant Sequia tree? How do birds know when and where to fly for the winter? How does a tiny seed bud break through hard soil to produce a beautiful flower? I could go on but I come back to a refrain in a song I heard recently that sums up the greatest one, “the miracle of grace performed within the heart of me.” The biggest miracle of all; that God loves even me.