By Linda Grupp Boutin
Have you ever witnessed a miracle? This
might depend upon how you define one. Over a lifetime I have learned that if
you keep open to the wonders around you, you might very well witness many
miracles every single day. Merriam-Webster defines “miracle” as: an
extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs; an extremely
outstanding or unusual event, thing or accomplishment. This definition
classifies miracles into two broad categories; the first credits divine
intervention or God and the second focuses on outstanding or unusual. My
premise is to look beyond the usual into the amazing things we ignore because
of everyday familiarity. When you adopt this perspective, you open your eyes to
the divine.
For instance, did you notice the full moon
we enjoyed last week? Shining overhead, dispelling the darkness and opening our
view to a new outlook. Think about the everyday wonder of our little planet
having a moon at all. It exerts tremendous influence over the health of our
Earth. For our ancestors, who didn’t enjoy the convenience of electricity, this
heavenly body provided extra light to finish up harvesting, directions for
navigators, and precise timing to set our calendars to a month by month system.
It controls tides, affects behavior of animals and humans, keeps Earth from
wobbling in its orbit too badly.
Gary and I have been moon watchers since
our second or third date. We went for a swim in the condo complex’s pool on a
cold winter night. After getting in a good workout, we moved over to the
Jacuzzi, turned on the jets and warmed up under the stars. There was a full
moon out that night and Gary pointed it out to me. We admired it together and
christened it our “streetlamp” when we made the run back to the condo in the
cold. Later we began calling it God’s Streetlamp remembering the One who placed
it there.
As time passed and our relationship
deepened, we often chose to rename things in our own ways. After leaving my
mother’s funeral about 6 months later, Gary showed me the magnificent purple
blooming trees lining the street leading out of the cemetery. He asked me what
it was named and I didn’t have the slightest idea what they were called.
Flippantly, I told them that they were California Purple-Flowering Trees. Later
we learned the correct name was jacaranda, but we still sometimes call them our
pet name. Another 6 months later we found ourselves facing breast cancer again,
this time with his mom. As challenges enter our lives, it becomes our choice
and responsibility to embrace them and work our way through them, or throw our
hands in the air and run for the nearest way out. Somehow those difficulties
weigh a little less when you take time to notice the wonderful and amazing
stuff around us. Happily his mom survived her illness and has been a part of
our lives for another 38 years.
Jacaranda tree in May |
One daily pick-me-up are the sunsets that
I love and point out when I see one spreading across the sky. Gary explained to
me early on that God had gotten out his paint box and colored the sky just for
us. We pray over seeds when we plant them and notice the wonders around us and
share them. We have ridden ski lifts to the top of the mountain, literally made
breathless by the mountain view displayed before us. It is a matter of taking
the time to notice the crows cawing overhead, the hummingbird zipping among the
blossoms and the butterfly flitting through the flowers. It keeps our childlike
wonder alive even though we were not blessed with children by God.
Most recently Gary came running in the
front door with a brown praying mantis that he had rescued from the street. Our
very first year together he came in carrying a baby chick just newly hatched
from our chicken coop. Another time it was our first baby goat, damp and
newborn, but calling loudly for its mama to rescue it from this big man. Any
stray spider wandering in our home is gently captured and carried to the plants
outdoors on the front porch. It is a choice we make to value life and all its
wonders. And for us, this means acknowledging our Creator, God, in all the
magnificence He surrounds us with from the moment we open our eyes.
So how about you? You can start right this
instant. Take a moment to examine your hand and fingers. Have you ever thought
about how intricately they are made? Notice the swirls of your fingerprints and
handprint and remember that these were specially formed for just you. Will you
choose to employ it in our Provider’s work, honoring Him with how you use them?
From the hair on your head to the blood coursing through your veins, you are
wonderfully made. Now take this perspective and apply it to all around you and
I guarantee you will have a better day for it, no matter what the challenges are
that you face.
I have witnessed a miracle! You, my dear friend and all God has done in and through us to bring Him glory.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have witnessed the transformation of grief into joy in you Coleene! Let's continue together pursuing the Lord and our writers' craft together for all our days.
DeleteCreativity is something our Lord has blessed us with as well. Thanks for sharing yours with your followers. Your observations are a blessing to us all.
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