We live in Florida. We have an amazing enclosed back porch that we can use all year long. It's the ideal place for drinking coffee, reading, writing, napping, and staring at the exercise bike that I'm going to start riding. Soon. Ish.
And like everyone else in Florida lizards find their way into our porch. We don't mind them. They're harmless and they give the dog something to chase. However when we can we catch them and release them outside. If they stay in the porch they die due to lack of water and extreme heat during the afternoons.
So we chase them with the intent of freeing them outside. But they're tricky to catch. They're fast and they can climb anything and they jump. It's a challenge to actually get one in your hand.
That reminds me of miracles.
We want to see miracles, and we chase that experience waiting for God to do something huge and biblical and amazing in our lives. But while we're chasing those big water into wine moments, we miss the reality that miracles aren't something we have to chase, and they're not hard to experience. I believe we see them daily and that they're common.
Birds singing. Children playing. Your car window down and a great song coming on the radio. Coffee on a cold morning. Waking up and being sure it's time to get up and realizing you've got hours left until your alarm will go off. The ability to text a friend, instantly, with the computer that you carry in your pocket. Anything that brings a smile or some laughter.
The best basketball game I ever attended was because of a snow storm. A local community college was hosting the Special Olympics and a winter storm caused road closures which kept some of the teams and spectators from being able to make it the first night. They reached out to local churches asking us to help them fill the stands and give the athletes the feeling of a big crowd.
The basketball game I watched that night was amazing. When someone lost control of the ball everyone on the court chased it with the intent of returning it to the athlete who had lost it. When someone tripped or fell and the ball went rolling every player on both teams ignored the ball and went to help the guy up. When someone made a basket he received high fives and fist bumps from every player on the court. When one of the players messed up his first free throw one of the players from the other team came off the bench and spent a few minutes helping him practice his throw.
When a young guy made a three pointer I watched his parents weep tears of joy as both benches cleared of players running to high five and hug him.
No seas were parted that night. No one walked on water. But I contend that no one could count the miracles that we witnessed.
No need to chase something that you already have access to!
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