We all want a miracle. Healing or helping or something from God. Because life is hard. We all suffer. The world is fallen and that’s a nice word for a messed up place. We wish…even pray…things were different. But not many miracles come. Not like Jesus did them, raising people from the dead; and not like Moses did, getting water from a rock. But O yes, fellow pilgrim, there are miracles. Not big, showy surprises, but quiet little Holy Spirit chances to let God in, allow Him to work in our lives in spite of everybody’s bent Free Will. Like:
Someone hurts you…and insead of huffing away sad or mad, you look into their eyes and see the hurt or shame or devil behind them and ask them “Is something bothering you? Is there anything I can help you with? It’s not like you to be so critical. Makes me wonder what else might be going on with you.”
Or…instead of telling a rebellious child what they are doing wrong, you pray the Spirit to put into your mind the thing you can tell them they are doing right. And how precious it is to you.
Or…me! today!…instead of crying in my room with self pity, I turn it all over to God and trust His love to “turn it to good” just like He said He does. Whether I see the results or not. Just to exercise my faith instead of my disappointment. Ask for someone to come to mind that I can help instead of whining. In spite of my burden.
Or maybe because of it? Hmmm….