Occasionally we pray for miracles – in the midst of a miracle.
I shared that quote Monday. Perhaps we ought to ponder it a bit.
First, let’s remove “occasionally.” I believe we’re surrounded by miracles.
Also, I’m first to admit that I’m not always the most observant person.
In my first year of teaching, I had a group of truly bright advanced students who enjoyed playing pranks.
One day they all decided that every time I turned my back, they would quietly inch their desks forward. They told me later the front row got within about 2 feet of the front wall. Then they started inching back, and finally started giggling when they were crowded against each other at the back of the room.
I was oblivious to the entire thing. It’s the sort of event that keeps you humble whenever you are sure you know what’s happening around you.
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I try to remember that when I think about the kids at the Home of Hope. Or about the millions of trafficking victims still to be rescued.
When I think about predatory men who use power and position to abuse young women, and those who find ways to excuse such horrific actions.
I pray for miracles because these issues seem so vast and so far beyond my influence. Then I remember – the miracle already occurred.
Jesus holds all these issues, every single one of these abused victims, in His hands. He knows their needs far better than I do. He cares about them far more than I ever can.
THAT’S a miracle.
Even better – He invites you and me to join Him, to do our part, to do what we can, where we are, and then – and this is a big deal – TRUST HIM for the outcome.
I’m not sure, but perhaps that sort of trust is a miracle as well.