I remember reading somewhere that the real miracles are the little miracles. I know, I know, everybody prays for the big miracles. You know the ones, kids pray for Christmas presents, adults bargain that “If God will get them through this…†they’ll never get in that situation again. Things like that. Well, I continue to be glad for the little things. For example, the house I rented had a dishwasher but no refrigerator. That’s not the miracle, this is. It just so happened that Home Depot had refrigerators on sale that week. Hmmmmmm.
What about all the times when you have watched a full glass of somebody’s drink go wobbling around the table and stop, still on the base with minimal spillage? Or the times that you drop a glass in the sink (guaranteed to break, right?) and it bounces two or three times and then, clink, it comes to rest without even a crack?
Here’s one that we can all relate to. You have had the single worst day at work of your life. Everything possible went wrong, and you had to work three hours late to get it all fixed. You got absolutely nothing done that came in during the day, and you know that you are going to get buried again tomorrow because of it. Your stress level is somewhere in the stratosphere, and you know that you won’t sleep well. Then, you get home and there is a message on the answering machine from your best friend, or sibling, or mother, just calling to say hello, and to say those three magic words, “I love you.â€
I know that they don’t fix the problems, but they fix your attitude. I have been at lows that Hell seemed like a step up, and that’s when I get those calls. It makes me realize that big miracles are the ones that we all want, but the little ones are the ones that we need.
Just give me what I need; I will eventually get what I want.
