Has the Day of Miracles Ceased?

Lucy pronounces the whole of the English language with impeccable clarity. Exceptions (which I am loath to correct for fear of entirely loosing my little girl) include: "am-i-nals" - animals, "plan-io" - piano, and "fow-lers" - flowers. Occasionally, I do find myself raising an eyebrow at other Lucy words or sentences, not quite understanding her meaning because she hasn't quite understood, and thus isn't using correctly, a certain word or phrase. For example...

The other day I happened upon her arranging a few belongings (clothes, blankets, stuffed "am-i-nals" and other toys) into some kind of pattern on the floor. After fiddling with this item or that, she would make awkward attempts to sit on the...arrangement, all the while saying something about a miracle.

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Courtesy smiles and nods graced my expressions as Lucy watched me for encouragement, but I was baffled. My mother's mind was racked with an intrigue and curiosity that would surprise even the most serious scientist. What is she doing? What is going on in that little mind? What is this bizarre game?
After a few moments, discovery dawned. I realized that she was saying "miracle-round," having ingeniously created her very own merry-go-round. Her awkward attempts to sit on the random belongings? An imagined ride on a singing carousel.


Delightful, imaginative play like this litters our days of late, but the merry-go-round moment and Lucy's misunderstood, mispronounced phrase struck a chord with me.

MIRACLE -ROUND

What a perfect description of my life! A whirling, twirling, up-and-downing "miracle-round" of God's intervention in the daily details and the defining dramas of my existence.

Miracles. Big ones. Small ones. (But aren't even small ones big?!) It is sometimes mind boggling. Why, in the world, does God intervene? Why does He care? "What is man that thou art mindful of him? Or the son of man, that thou visitest him?"

Perhaps He intervenes because He loves us with the love of a Father to a child. Or, perhaps, because He created us for a purpose and His intervention guides us ever toward that purpose. Perhaps both. =)

But whatever the reasons, the miracle round keeps turning and I am left to testify with amazed gratitude that the God who performed "wonders" and "marvels" in Old Testament times, the God who healed, cleansed, restored, and enacted "so many miracles before [the people]" of New Testament times, is indeed the same yesterday, today, and forever: a God of miracles.

The miraculous turns in my life are innumerable and often internal, like feelings of peace, certainty, and hope when life is turbulent, uncertain, and bleak. Miraculous feelings that surpass sense, surpass reason, surpass understanding.

But Monday's turn on the miracle-round took the tangible form of a doctor's office and the relieving, if temporary, removal of a little medicinal cloud that has hung over our home for the last two years. A miracle, marked by Wes's unconscious smile as we drove home.

And by a teardrop or two glistening on my hand.

Certainly a small fulfillment of the Lord’s modern promise to “show miracles, signs, and wonders, unto all those who believe on my name.”

Miracles. What more can I say?! We're believers.