POD #25: Milagros in your midst
Look around you, in the physical space you are right now. Look at the walls, on the shelves, in the fridge, under the covers. Look in the drawer. Or in your closet.
Look out the window if you need to. In your kid’s room. Maybe even look at your own skin, your own body.
Look in the mirror. Look into your very own eyes.
What evidence do you see—right now—of a miracle? What evidence do you see of the grace that you didn’t deserve, but came your way anyway?
Write out a revelry of appreciation for (a) grace, for (b) a miracle and for (c ) a blessing, little or large.
Miracles, I really do believe that they can be seen in the tiniest of things if we will take time to look. Each day as I sit at work there is a small knickknacks on my desk that reminds me of one. I am not one who appreciates knickknacks, they are just dust collectors and I really don’t like to dust. But I have a few little treasures, and this little figurine is one of them. It is a white figurine with gold trim of Jesus holding a child. I remember the moment I got it, and how it really impacted my life.
I was at a women’s Bible study group and one of the ladies said we were going to do “The Holy Spirit game.” I was very skeptical. Basically she had went around her home and picked random objects, prayed over them and placed them in this basket. Then each woman in the group picked an item, not looking out of the basket. And then we prayed and shared how God spoke to us through this object. I was probably ten to fifteen women down the line. I am not one to share a lot of personal information in that type of setting and I really thought “This is nuts.”
Yet God spoke so loudly to me, that by the time it came my turn I couldn’t help but share. There is no place safer to me than in God’s arms. When the world is crashing in around me, He is the place that steadies me. He was calling me there. He wanted me to know I was His child. He would carry me. I had been trying to make a decision, and He was calling me to trust Him.
As I look back on that time in my life and all that He carried me through, I see His hand. I see His grace. I am reminded of the miracles He worked during that time. How He blessed me, and my family as I trusted in Him. I love to hold that little knickknacks and be reminded of all that He has done since that time.
I also need only look at my children to see God’s grace and blessings. I was a teen parent, with three children before I was twenty-one. By that time, I was divorced. I had been homeless. I dealt with alcohol, drugs, physical abuse, depression and anger through the early years of my children’s lives. And yet, I look at my children and at times am overwhelmed by how God’s grace covered them. His grace moves me to tears, because my children are definitely not perfect but they are good human beings with big hearts who help others. They work hard, they love hard, and they are connected to family and friends. They love God and they are responsible for their actions. They broke most of the cycles that have plagued our family for generations. That is a miracle of God’s grace.
I look at my marriage and see God’s grace. I have shared much about how God has worked in my marriage. My husband and I met when I was fifteen years old. We have walked through many things what could have destroyed each of us and our relationship. We have been divorced once and filed for a second one, and yet God restored us. I enjoy our relationship more now than I did when we were young and infatuated with each other.
I know that my life is a walking testimony to God’s grace. He alone is the reason that I have the gifts and abilities that bring me success at work. He alone is the reason that I have such awesome adult children and grandbabies. He alone is the reason that my marriage has survived. Yes, I could choose to focus on the times that things were not good, but ultimately the bad times make me appreciate what I have even more. I revel in God’s grace, His many blessings and His miraculous ways.
This post is prompted by Tara-Nicholle Nelson’s 30 Day Writing Challenge for Conscious Leaders.
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