The God of Miracles
All of quarantine I’ve been meditating on the fact that my God is the God of Miracles. I’ve been resting in it and I’ve been clinging to that hope. It’s given me peace, and a trust & surrender I think I desperately needed to learn.
Petco Park, Home of the San Diego Padres.
When I returned to San Diego, I met up with a friend (at a distance) and she shared with me that miracles have been on her mind & heart, too. I didn’t even bring it up... she just shared. She’s the kind of friend you talk about every book you’re reading, thing you’re learning, and thought you have, with (which means I keep her close)… but what she shared with me was this:
“Miracles are often described as a shift in perspective.”
Whoa.
Honestly that’s a different definition than the one I’m used to. Than the one I’ve heard stories about and the one I had in my head. But I resonated with it instantly because if there’s one thing 2020 has brought for me in my personal life, it’s that. New perspective. And despite how the newness & shift had to come… it’s been so good.
I’m obsessed with this definition of ‘miracles’ and if my God is The God of Miracles, then his hands are all over this world right now. It may not be pretty, it may be hard to hear- and hard to endure- but despite how the newness has come… it’s been good.
If my God truly is The God of Miracles, then that means he’s The God of shifts in perspectives.
And if that’s true, then he’ll keep fighting for that shift until it’s done. Until the shift happens. Until insides change.... and actions follow.
He’s The God of Miracles.
And despite how my own newness had to come about from January 2020 to today— it has been so good.
So if we are all made in his image…
if the whole world is made in His image…
and he’s calling it to a shift…
then it will be Good then, too.