Miracle

[image error]We are approaching the time of triumphs and the enduring of tragedies, we are on the precipice for the making of heroes and the cheering on of underdogs, we are on the brink of unbridled school spirit and the discovery of what color your blood bleeds. It’s March Madness time. It’s also the time for deep moments of prayer and meditation when your team is at the foul line with 4 seconds to go. If Santa’s elves work overtime from Thanksgiving to a Christmas, I wonder if the next few weeks is God’s busy time for prayers. Sadly, Easter is not the reason for this tidal wave of heartfelt devotion and reflection.

I love to hear the stories of a 15 seed defeating the huge favorite. To cheer on the underdogs who statistically have very little chance to overcome the Goliath’s in the Basketballs hall of fame. There is something reassuring that even when the cards are stacked against you, miracles can still happen. Not only in basketball, but in life.

I cling heavily to this verse. “Jesus replied, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.”” Luke 18:27 NIV

I don’t know how people can go about life without believing in miracles. Hoping in miracles. Expecting miracles. Call me a dreamer, but I believe Christ’s words are as much alive and breathing today as they were when He said them. I believe He still says them, He whispers them in our ear when we see the mountains, when we face the walls, when we hear the doctors prognosis, when we paddle our boat into the storm. I believe He reminds us that miracles still happen all the time, but so often we consider them second nature and miss the blessing in the miraculous. Every time the sun rises, a butterfly leaves its cocoon, a flower unfolds in the sunlight, geese returning north after winter leaves. People can say this is nature, but I see God’s fingerprints. I say this time and again, it’s all about perspective. I prefer to live in the camp believing God is capable than dwelling in the valley of defeat. When I let go of the hope of miracles, I have figuratively slapped God in His face. By doubting that He can do it, I’m telling Him that He isn’t God enough to handle this situation, this hurdle, this sickness, this fear. When I cause my burden to outweigh God’s sovereignty, the scales will never be made right until I realize that my mountain of fear is but molehills of dirt in God’s hand. Once I see my God is bigger than the mountains I created, I can rest in the loving hands that sculpted Mt. Everest. My worries are but grains of sand in the grand scheme of life. So it’s time to shake off the dust and believe in a miracle. It’s time to shake off the dust and pick yourself up to the life God ordained for you. It’s time to shake things up a little and know that if you rely on Him, everything will fall into place. If He can form all that we see and don’t see, surely He can handle our temporary troubles that weigh us down.

So shake it off and await for a miracle to happen.

What do you have to lose?

I bet living with hope will make living a little better. I heard someone say and it’s so true, “impossible and I’m possible uses the same letters.” So, how are you using them?

peace