I’ve realised that miracles don’t have to be big things, they can be small and that doesn’t make them any less of a miracle. Miracles are all around us.
In the Oxford dictionary it says “an act or event that does not follow the laws of nature and is believed to be caused by God” but it also says “a lucky thing that happens that you did not expect or think was possible”.
Every day things happen that we don’t think possible. Take this week, my husband was ill at the beginning, just as we were going to bed, he started writhing around in agony, sweating, but his hands were stone cold. He spent the next day in bed. He then started feeling a bit better but his skin was yellow. We contacted his consultant who took some bloods. The next we know the hospital phoned telling him to come over the following morning at 8:30am as his markers were through the roof and they were suspecting hepatitis. After a blood test the following day it turns out his markers had halved and although they were still high, they thought it was a viral infection. He has to go back in 10 days time but it looks like everything will be OK.
To us that was a miracle, we were expecting the worst because that is what we were led to believe. Now whether that was a miracle or not, we are accepting it as one. The same way, my son getting up before midday is also a miracle. Whether you believe in God or not and think it was his handywork, it was something that we didn’t expect so it was a miracle.
Accept even the little things as miracles, because that’s what makes us believe in life.