I used to think of miracles as the re-telling of a story. The kind of story that is difficult to imagine being true but the kind you really want to believe in.
When I was younger I thought miracles had to be of a religious sort to be really called miracles. You must have been touched by the hand of God or one of his Angels to qualify. After all miracles happened in the Bible, not so much at the mall right? I mean water into wine, feeding the masses…rising from the dead! You just don’t see that sort of thing happening in the food court or the cell phone kiosk.
As I got older and began to experience more of the world, I realized that the universe is a vast place full of amazing things we cannot understand or explain. But wasn’t that the definition of a miracle? I think my idea of what a miracle was expanded to more than just those in the bible but you know they still had this spiritual, other worldliness feel about them. Miracles just didn’t happen every day to regular people.
Is the idea of miracle just a way of explaining away something fantastic that we can’t understand..at least not today? After all, plenty of people probably thought magicians performed miracles rather than tricks and sleight of hand. Then again I have a belief that there really is magic in the world. Magic and miracles are not so far apart.
“I am realistic – I expect miracles.”
― Wayne W. Dyer
It has only been recently that I have realized there are many miracles that happen every day in this world. How could we not be in awe every single day?
You can find evidence of this everywhere. People who have terrible car crashes, but escape virtually unharmed. People win the lottery; are struck by lightning but survive, mothers who lift cars to save their child’s life and so on. The stories of people hearing whispers to wait or run and being saved from certain death (Angels?).
But look closer. There are every day miracles which we often overlook. Babies are born; the caterpillar emerges as a butterfly, flowers bloom, rain falls and kindness happens out of sight. You are alive and capable of creating joy and love. What you think of as every day, regular occurrences are in fact, worth another look. Miracles do indeed happen to regular every day people.
Everyday miracles. Every Single Day.
Look around. Life is joyous because even in at its darkest, miracles are happening. Big ones, and everyday ones. I can’t be bothered anymore to wait around for some big and flashy miracle when I am surrounded by them every single day. I already have enough to believe in miracles.
Have you a miracle you’d be willing to share? I’d love to hear it.