Miracles in Needed Moments
Miracles are evidence that we are not lost in our suffering, only finding our way.
July 13th, 2024
Miracles Abound
How do miracles find me in such needed moments? Miracles of quotes and friends, miracles of music and flowers, words and hummingbirds, arts and dews? They’re truly evidence of a loving Heaven in pursuit to strengthen and lift my broken heart, growing divinity from tragedy. Sometimes I wonder if my Lord is still so yearningly beside me in my torment, because I cannot feel Him in the same encompassing way I used to feel His breathtaking presence over my heart. Can it be that in the crumbling of my world I somehow escaped the reach of Heaven’s hand? Can it be that I am lost to what I used to know, just a backdrop to this needy world with no precious name anymore? No. Surely, I am not lost, only finding my way.
Still, in the desperate wounds of injury, I try to trust that even at my darkest, Christ’s mighty hand is firmly clinging to my own. I try to believe – even if it is so unbearably hard at times – that He is still with me. And as I walk this perilous path, He is cradling me in His arms as I lean on His shoulder to sob. And in my never ending fight over my brain’s violent, intrusive thoughts as psychosis & panic attacks my hope, my Lord is creating visions and dreams of flitting, delicate butterflies and romantic spring meadows to fill my haunted mind with eternal peace, sealing my heart, sharing my grief, and soothing my aching soul. As Elizabeth Elliot so beautifully prosed in words, “We are not adrift in chaos. We are held in the everlasting arms.”
Miracles are evidence of a loving Heaven in pursuit to strengthen and lift my broken heart, uplifting divinity from tragedy.
In Closing
May you see your miracles for what they really are – speckles of simplistic beauty, dropped intentionally from heaven‘s windows to pluck us from our horrors and lift us into the light. May their evidence remind you that Christ is holding your hand, cradling your shoulder, guiding your footstep, mourning with your losses, and crowning your brow with eternal gold. Keep trying to trust. Keep trying to believe. His miracle to you is matchless – the unending gift of grace to you in your every struggle.
xo.
