There are skeptics among us but I believe in miracles.
This afternoon I sent out a prayer request to heal my migraine and it is gone. I put my hands on my niece’s swollen, nine months pregnant baby belly and felt my new great nephew moving within her. At one of my Tuesday night meetings (group of women from my church), a members hands got hot and she touched several of us and we were all healed by the next day of what was ailing us (I was healed within an hour or so).
The greatest miracle of all that I have experienced was that God took a piece of Himself, came to earth and became human so that I might never be able to say, "Lord, you just don’t understand." Not only that, He became sin whilst on the cross so that we could have a relationship with God and spend eternity with Him.
Can it get any better than that?
I no longer try to picture what heaven is like. There is no way my limited mind could ever do it justice. I tell my children what my mother told me: when you get there, whatever makes you happiest is what heaven will be like. As a child, I used to imagine unlimited boxes of Whitman samplers (chocolates). Himself hopes for reenactments of the miracles in the Bible like the parting of the Red Sea. Now, I am waiting in anticipation for when I join my Lord and savior. I know with everything in me that no joy on earth can compare.
In a few days, we will be celebrating the birth of that bit of God sent to earth. Technically speaking, shepherds don’t watch over flocks in December so the actual date is up in the air. Does it really matter when Jesus Christ was born? I don’t think so. All that matters was that He WAS born and why. Born to die that I may live.
My greatest desire is that all I know would come to know Jesus for their own. Sometimes I ache with this desire.
May the honoring of God by remembering Who He gave us be of the utmost importance in your life this week and always.
blessing, joy and peace, g