[do you notice the miracles?]

[do you notice the miracles?]

Have you ever stopped to think how many situations in the Bible we take for granted?

I was (well, tried to be) a miss-know-it-all  in Sunday School when I was a kid. My family wasn’t always a Christian, but I was 6 when we all went to Church, so I pretty much grew up there. All the stories of Mary giving birth to Jesus, David slaying Goliath, Samson destroying a building with his bare hands, angels freeing people from prison, talking donkeys, humongous whales… I can go on, but I think you got the idea.

I pretty much got used to the miraculous in the Bible. I don’t know about you, but it takes me a conscious effort to pay attention to the fact that it was real.

“Hey… um, Joseph, we need to talk.”
“Well, I am pregnant. But before you thi—-”
“You’re WHAT!?”
“Pregnant. But before you think I betrayed you, it was… Holy Spirit.”
O_O “Yeah, right…”

Mary certainly had guts.

“The body isn’t there.”
“WHAT!? Now they put His body somewhere else? What else will they do?”
“Maybe we should flee.”
“Wait, remember He talked about being raised on the third day?”
“Yeah, but c’mon…”
“Grace and peace to you.”
“Jesus Christ! Are you a ghost?!”

In Sunday School I used to smirk at disciples. Ah, ye of little faith. Didn’t you remember Him telling you that He will rise again?

I no longer smirk at them because I know what it feels like to live a life and often not really know what to expect. When you KNOW that God will take care of the situation yet you have absolutely NO idea how He will do it.

For Joseph, the path to save his entire family from starvation lay through being a slave and a prisoner.

For Paul and Silas, it took an earthquake to free them from the bonds in the prison.

For me… well, we’ll see 🙂 Whenever something happens, there’s a hope that helps me get through the tough times. It’s the hope of knowing that when I will look back on this period of my life, a few years down the life, I will be able to see how God worked miracles all around me. Sending people who encourage, sending Bible verses that make me think, giving ideas for writing.

It’s the hope of knowing that someday I will be telling my kids – or maybe someone else’s kids – about these times of trial and how God showed Himself in the midst of that storm.

And this is why I write – so I don’t forget.

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