At six months of age, my grandson has already endured two open heart surgeries, numerous tests and procedures, and countless doctor’s visits. He is often referred to as a miracle baby.
Because of this journey with Elijah, it is not unusual for family and strangers alike to assure us God is still in the business of performing miracles. And I agree whole-heartedly. God is most definitely capable and eager to perform miracles, and we are so very thankful for the miracles He has worked in Elijah’s life.
But I began to wonder … how often have we missed beautiful everyday miracles while waiting for the big ones to come along?
Have we lost sight of the fact that every single one of us is indeed a miracle?
Conceived and knit together in our mothers’ wombs. Given complex bodies designed to function exactly as needed. Placed in an atmosphere perfectly suited to sustain life. Gifted with a sun rise each morning. Given the moon and stars to light our way each night. Oh what delightful, common miracles these are, and how often I’ve failed to see them as such.
Each day we breathe in the amazing miracles swirling around us, yet we are blind to their beauty, barely noticing them.
We trust we’ll awaken healthy and strong.
We expect our homes sufficiently cooled in the summer and comfortably heated in the winter.
Water should flow when we turn on the faucet; lightbulbs should brighten the room when we flip the switch.
Our refrigerators should always hold our favorite foods; our closets should overflow with shoes and clothing.
We presume these blessings will be a part of life. So much so we forget to think of them as miracles. We overlook our very existence — and God’s faithfulness in meeting our needs — as some of the loveliest miracles.
Until the unexpected happens.
Our health fails. Our security vanishes. Our homes are lost. Our marriages fizzle. Our babies are born in less than perfect health.
Oh friends, the unexpected sure has a way of grabbing our attention. It causes us to reassess those things we’ve taken for granted. It moves us to seek relief, search out help, and pray, pray, pray for a big miracle.
And although there is nothing wrong with requesting a big miracle, let’s begin to call attention to those small miracles as well. Let’s point out their value. Let’s intentionally share the joy of those miracles with others. Let’s ask God to open our eyes so we may see vividly the miracles fluttering about.
Have you missed any miracles today, sweet friends? If so, take a moment to reflect on them. Take note of them. Pay attention to them. And do the same tomorrow. And the next day. Until you find yourself identifying miracles at every turn and in every situation, recognizing there really is no such thing as a little miracle.