Signs and Wonders

I had a full-on, blood pumping, bell ringing, freak-out when I found that unexplained puddle on the floor today. I thought a pipe under the foundation had broken. (Later, I realized that it was only ice melt off of a bucket I carried inside.)

Think back to all your worries yesterday. 

Go ahead. Think about it a minute. 

How many of them panned out like you imagined? How many of them are hard to remember because it all turned out ok? Did you see an issue resolved? 

We live in a dangerous environment. Extreme weather, speeding cars, power hungry people with guns and cancerous disease abound. And so much is out of our control. To say our lives are easy, is Pollyanna. 

We dodge bullets daily, fall asleep, wake up—and do it all over again. We are so used to it that we think it is normal. So maybe it is time to count those dodged bullets and give credit to the one who held us or even miraculously delivered us. 

Today I read about a man who feared a heart sinking loss of his son. He traveled miles to find Jesus and ask him to heal his son. To this, Jesus simply said “Go. Your son will live.” So the man takes the long  journey back home. On the way back, his servants meet him and tell him that his son is living. The man must have stopped to wonder if Jesus had anything to do with it or if the boy just got better on his own. So he investigated. He asked his servants when the fever left his son and it turned out that it was at the exact time when Jesus told him that his son would live. 

What if he gave credit to that Vick’s vapor rub his wife put on the boy’s feet? What if that man passed it off as just a natural turn-around in his son’s health? What if he never stopped to consider that Jesus did the healing? 

What miraculous deliveries from worries do I pass off as luck or natural circumstances? How often do I belittle the amazing love and care of the Father for me? 

Father, may I remember today to give you credit for the things that I often blow off as luck or even my own doing. Forgive me for stealing your glory. Amen.