(Originally posted July 2015)
The words came quiet but strong. Even in the noise of my hair dryer. Even in the nuisance of a neighbor’s early-morning leaf blower. Whispering behind all the chaos in my own head planning out the day.
“Quiet….miracle…”
Wait…what?
What does that mean? I puzzled.
I envisioned the quiet miracle of life taking place in a mother’s womb. Quietly growing. Quietly being.
The quiet miracle of healing…of the heart, of the mind and of the whole body. The healing of relationships battered and bruised.
I thought of the quiet miracle of each new morning and the sun quietly appearing, casting light and promise.
I’m praising God today for the quiet miracles that come in a single phone call. An unexpected email. The few perfect words spoken from a friend’s loving heart. God gives us quiet miracles every single day, not with grand fanfare but in a simple flutter of angel’s wings.
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. (2 Cor. 12:9)
As God puts the final stitches in your quiet miracle, I pray you find rest and comfort…contentment…in the process knowing there will be no miracle left undone.
Believe and trust in Him.
