From today’s reading...
“...ask from one end of the sky to the other: Did anything so great ever happen before?”
No, I’m not talking about meeting Taylor Swift or U2. (But if you know Bono please tell him I’ve been trying to reach him.)
And I’m not talking about getting an “A” on advanced chemistry or getting out of your speeding ticket.
What Moses and I are talking about is hearing God and recognizing the miracles He has brought into your life, which, by the way, is a miracle in and of itself.
“But Wes, I’m not some snake handler nor do I climb holy mountains into the clouds so God can speak to me nor do I see burning bushes. Heck, the only thing burning around me is my toast and a few bridges...but that last bridge wasn’t my fault.”
I hear ya.
“But Wes, I can’t remember the last time I got a raise at work, a real vacation, a promotion, or even an ‘atta boy!’”
I know what you mean.
“But Wes, my retirement account won’t fund a trip to Disneyland, I sleep under a fan because I can’t afford to run the A/C, duct tape holds my car window closed, and I act like I’m dropping off a donation to Goodwill when I’m really shopping there.”
You’re not alone.
“But Wes, if God is ‘showering me with miracles’...why are they so teeny tiny and hard to see?”
Ahhh, now we’re onto something.
Are the miracles of our life really that hard to see...or are we just not looking for them...or even taking them for granted?
Fire was a miracle to cavemen.
Powered flight was a miracle until Dec 17, 1903.
Antibiotics were miracles until 1928.
Landing on the moon was a miracle until July 20, 1969.
“But Wes, that’s just physics and chemistry and math and science. No miracles there.”
You’re right and maybe wrong.
To the mother whose child almost died of a tooth infection in 1929 (like her younger brother did in 1909), antibiotics were a miracle.
Maybe it’s not the walking-on-water kind of miracle, but daily we hear stories of someone walking away from a car crushed by a big rig, or being saved by a strong hand after stumbling into oncoming traffic, or having their cancer just disappear with no explanation from the doctors.
Maybe you hear of the car wreck that happened just five minutes after you drove through the intersection.
Maybe it’s that little voice that comes to you in the midst of your daily chaos that lets you know you’re on the right track and that this, too, shall pass.
You attitude affects your altitude and an attitude of gratitude keeps you, and everyone you know, in a good mood.
And the higher your altitude, the easier it is to see the course.
Stay the course.
Keep the faith.