Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.― C.S. Lewis
When I was young, I believed in miracles...
I thought that life treated you as you treated it - you know, if I was 'good', then good things would happen for me. This was true in-part until my oldest son was diagnosed with leukemia, my marriage broke-down and I was eventually diagnosed with depression after having suffered for years amidst guilt, sadness and despair.
As if things couldn't get worse, my son Brandon (who was nearly 3 at the time) returned to the USA to complete his treatment for leukemia and due to a legal technicality, I wasn't allowed to re-enter the States. Looking back, I don't know how I managed to let him go but I think the only thing that kept me going was that his life-expectancy potentially went from 60% to 70% with him completing his treatment over there. That was 17 years ago and Brandon did recover after his two-years of treatment, thank God.
For years, I stopped believing in miracles and I went around with a gaping open-wound that was continually raw and festering. It seemed, there was never enough healing to make any difference. Life. hurt. big. time. I thought this would be the way my life would be going forward and came to the awful conclusion that life was certainly not sweet. It was only bitter-sweet and that there were no miracles, at least not for me.
I hurt deeply.
If there was such a thing as a broken heart, then mine certainly broke.
I couldn't imagine a way forward that didn't mean pain.
A way to live my life again without heartache seemed impossible.
However, through grace, I eventually did believe in miracles once again. Whilst I couldn't have my little boy back, I received many other miracles.
One of those miracles is doing work that I love from the bottom of my heart. It's not to say it's come easily but as I find myself in Grassfield Hall working on a commissioned painting, I know hand on heart that miracles do come true.
It's not just the 'A-list' miracles that touch my heart though, it's also the 'small letters' (referring to the quote above) that are overwhelming beautiful. Here is a great example from ZenHabits. We live in an abundant world and as much as Society wishes to tell us different, it's not true - miracles do exist and they're happening right now!
So, take a deep breath my Friend and close your eyes. Call forth God (or use a different word if you prefer) and allow yourself to be 'shown' the miracles that are showing up in your life in this moment, right here, right now...
What do you feel?
What do you see?
What do you hear?
If you can answer any of the above questions, capture the answer in your journal. Remember to give thanks, even if nothing revealed itself - something may occur to you later...