It would be fair to say that this has been a pretty tough year for our family. And anyone who knows us knows that we are still struggling through, sometimes surviving only one day at a time! We’ve all been there.
Recently I went for a routine check-up with the doctor. Just the usual tests that women have to go through every couple of years. And, as expected, all my results came back clear. I walked out of the doctor’s office, ready to continue on with life as normal.
But as the day wore on, my heart pondered the reality of what I take for granted. How I just expected everything to be ok, and how shocked I would have been if the results had been different.
We tend to only see miracles in the big things. Like someone with a terminal illness, suffering through treatment, healed and whole again through the power of God. Is this a miracle? Absolutely!! But hadn’t I been given just as much of a miracle by getting good results in the first place?
To some people, a miracle is having running water, or a place to sleep. For others it’s having food on the table. For me it’s a hug from my family, a conversation with a good friend, or indulging in a favourite book or TV show. It’s waking up in the morning!
All these little things, put together, add up to the biggest miracle of all! My life! Your life! The hard times will come, that is a guarantee. But can we still see the hand of God working in our circumstances?
God is teaching me that He can indeed take what was meant to harm us and use it for good. But in this difficult season of growing and learning He has opened my eyes to the miracles in the everyday.
And that is the most beautiful, unexpected gift I ever could have asked for!