I was talking with a friend about God “showing up,” and I stated that He doesn’t give me miracles. Maybe that’s because I pray for too many of them… but I’m not one of those people who always has breath taking stories of how He showed up in the darkest hour and did what no one thought was possible.
Then my thoughts shifted… as if He wanted me to remember… and be thankful. We DID have a miracle… and still are living it… For those of you who didn’t know…..
At a confusing and unstable time in my life, I met my love.
We “tied the knot”.
We became parents.
We focused on our son, on our jobs. We grew our family bigger.
We accomplished what needed to be done in a day, and called it successful.
Then at some point, we stopped and looked around. We realized we weren’t connected.
We listened to lies that told us we were entitled to more, that we had been ripped off. We lived selfishly.
We lost sight of what was important.
Mark stood by. He prayed. He fought. He held all the pieces and hoped I would choose to glue them back together.
I’m still not quite sure why or how it happened. We didn’t have support. We were in a terribly negative environment… but somehow hearts softened, ears opened, and the marriage which so hastily fell together and back apart began a transformation into something beautiful.
Forgiveness. Grace. Redemption.
And THAT is a miracle.