Miracles

I prayed for a miracle last night. I wasn’t specific in asking what this miracle would be. I was just desperate enough to believe that God would answer my prayer.  Poverty in spirit comes when hands are wide open for any movement of God in one’s life, even if that movement isn’t what you would have hoped.

I love the phrase “Holy Indifference.” It is an invitation to open my hands, my heart, and my mind and trust God with the details. This is much harder to do than to say or imagine.

6 hours after I poured my heart out to God in utter desperation, I witnessed 2 miracles that only God could have orchestrated. I was speechless.  I wish I could say I noticed these miracles right away, but I didn’t.  The reality of how these miracles came about gripped my heart and caused me to lay awake all night playing and replaying how the events would have unfolded had both miracles not taken place.

I finally fell asleep about an hour before my alarm clock went off. And of all places, it was in the shower that I realized the connection between my written prayer and my current reality. I prayed for “a” miracle and God gave me 2.

Recently, I have been pondering angels all around us. Yesterday, I had a song on my heart that my sister and I used to sing by Amy Grant. Here are a few lines I hope they encourage you! To God be the glory!

🎶Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know they’re all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my feet from falling, I’ll never turn away.
If you’re asking what’s protecting me, then you’re gonna hear me say:
Got his angels watching over me...🎶