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I have been thinking a lot about miracles lately. I’ve been wondering what makes an event a miracle? Last night I got on my computer and did some research trying to find out how others define what a miracle is.
According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, a miracle is defined as “an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.” This sounds good but it seemed too complicated, almost scientific, to me so I looked further.
The other day I asked everyone if they would answer a question. The question was: List, in order, the three most important things in your life.
The following is a summary of the top answers that were posted. I have organized them into groups of answers that were similar. In no particular order, the answers included:
“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:8-14)
God’s timing is amazing.
Yesterday (Sunday) I wrote an article that I almost posted but something told me not to. I was getting the feeling that I should wait and so I did.
When I write an article I want to write it out of love with a message of hope and inspiration for both me and my readers. The article I wrote Sunday was written out of frustration. The title of the article I wrote was “Are We Losing Christmas?”
As I write this I am on a plane flying home from being out of town.
While sitting here looking out the window, I started to remember how I used to be such a white-knuckled flier. Any change in a noise, little bump, turn, or anything else unexpected used to make my heart jump into my throat. My heart would start to pound, I would start to sweat, and I would hold onto the arm rests so tightly you would have thought that I would have broken them off.