Small Miracles
A funny thing has happened over the past few years. Instead of searching for alternative explanations, I have started accepting fortuitous, positive developments in my life as small miracles – evidence of the presence of a Higher Power. There are many moments during an average month when someone or something alters my life’s course in a way I could not have anticipated. It could be a new opportunity, a shift in an existing relationship, or some resolution to a major issue. My old self would explain these developments with secular concepts like fate or circumstance. At my worst, I would even feel somehow entitled to the benefit – the world owed it to me… I was due a good turn.
I now believe these moments to be a bit of Divine intervention. And rather than explaining them away with a dismissive scientific theory, or, better yet, a selfish justification, I try to gratefully acknowledge the guiding hand of God. Now get ready for a course correction: this absolutely does not mean I believe that God controls all and we are somehow predetermined to live (or die) according to His plan. That is crap. He is far too busy to be controlling traffic patterns on the highways or outcomes to sporting events. What I’m talking about are the subtle adjustments that seem to happen when my heart is open to the concept of God. Obstacles are overcome; challenges are met; relationships are mended. He works to change me, enabling me to change my world.
I believe that once we are willing to accept that a Higher Power is present, we will witness miracles in abundance. It is simply a shift in perspective – where we were blind, we now can see. The fog of self-centeredness will be lifted, and we will find an amazing world awaits.
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