It’s our 5-year anniversary for one of the sweetest miracles we have walked through. Joshua Iason Noah was born in the evening of September 17th, weighing just barely 6lbs, being induced early for safety reasons and deciding to arrive so … Continue reading
I am sitting here, near the people I love most, and again I am in awe at how full of blessing our lives are. All the little miracles that unfold each day reveal how involved God is in each moment of our lives. His indefinable ways pouring grace and laughter into our experience.
There are times when I forget to look, and then can’t see. I grow weary and impatient and even frustrated that the efforts I am pouring out reveal little or no produce. It’s so easy in these brief seasons to fall into the habit of believing it all depends on my ability, my skill, my growth, my efforts.
A little pit develops, forms a small cavernous space of anxiety and grows into displays of ugly control, insecurity and desperation. It is easy to get a bit lost… to find myself sitting in a mud pit, flinging mud all over the place in my attempts to get out. It’s old territory, my old self grimacing back at me in my reflexion.
The miracle that tips off all other miracles is that of remembering, recognizing. To appreciate. To look beyond myself. To set aside control, remembering that none of the good in my life has been attained by me or anything I have ever offered or put effort into. To see how everything that I have is a gift. Purely, simply, a gift of mercy. Of blessing.
This miraculous gift of remembering unfolds a chain of miracles. Looking beyond myself, back to the edge of my mud pit, remembering that I have been lifted out of it before, I see Him. Standing very near by and smiling. Hose in His capable hand, the water pours over all over again, not just rinsing me clean but completely washing away my mud pit… anxiety, fear, control, temper, impatience, weariness…. leaving me dripping with clear glistening joy, my feet back on solid ground.
And He says with a hint of laughter, loving patience warming His voice, “We’ll do this as many times as it takes, My love.”
I am sitting here, near the people I love most, and again I am in awe at how full of blessing our lives are. All the little miracles that unfold each day reveal how involved He is in each moment of our lives. His indefinable ways pouring grace and laughter into our experience… His perfect patience, unending willingness and indefinable acceptance the greatest miracle of all.
Miracles need room to grow.
When you receive a miracle there is a kind of stretching and straining as it develops within your life. The stretching expands and the straining grows, to increases you, so that you acquire the capacity to maintain life within your miracle. And, miracles make way for more miracles… if you learn to increase and allow yourself to grow, until pretty soon you no longer see the constraints of the life you used to live.
The life you had before you got your first miracle.
If you are still waiting for your miracle, hang in there and keep believing – it’s coming.
If you wonder how to receive a miracle, check your belief…
Are you preparing to receive what you are believing for? Do you take active steps toward the miraculous? Are the words you speak breathing life into your beliefs or shackling you to a life of wishful longing? And, are your expectations of the miraculous in line with the One who establishes all miracles?
If you think you are exempt from miracles, I challenge you to rethink that thought ;)!