Miracles

The other day as I was driving Anna to school, I mentioned to her that I was losing a client on my cleaning schedule and I needed to try and pick up another one. Her response was that she would bring it up as a prayer request in her classroom. Then, she got a sly look on her face and she said, “plus, then it may register with some of my classmates and then they might go home and tell their parents, and VIOLA!!.. You’ll get to clean one of their houses!!!” “You’re the best”, I told her. She smiled and skipped into school.

I do believe in miracles. But more so I believe miracles look like people doing positive things to create solutions for people praying for miracles. If you’ve never heard the phrase “faith without works is dead”, well now you have, and I was impressed Anna understood (maybe unknowingly) the impracticality of hoping for a miracle. There has to be an action.

Asking for help, I think, is one of the most humbling and empowering things you can do for yourself. Putting your problems out there, to the right people, causes awareness and encourages thought processes, networking on your behalf, accountability, and maybe, even helps you discover a new perspective on whatever the issue is so you can work toward a solution. Often times when I’m asking for help, I just need to talk things out for myself, so I can fix them. Myself. Not to underestimate the power of prayer, or God by any means, but I don’t want to underestimate the power and intuition of people. I think miracles happen all the time, or they could potentially, to fruition, but people tend to focus on the hope without the action. Don’t miss out because you’re expecting some sort of force of magic. You need people acting, doing, working, especially yourself in order to incur a change.
There’s an old story that goes like this: A man was caught in flood waters and as they began rising he jumped onto the roof of his house. His neighbor got into his truck and offered the man to ride with to safety but he declined saying God would save him. As the waters rose a boat floated by, full of people evacuating and they threw him a raft yelling at him to grab on. He waved them on, yelling back that God was going to save him. As the flood waters rose and the man stood on the peak of his house a helicopter flew over dropping a rope ladder to rescue him from certain death. The man looked up at the chopper and shook his head screaming that God would save him. Moments later the waters engulfed him and in minutes he woke to find himself in heaven face to face with God. The man looked at God and quietly asked, “I prayed to you to save me from flood waters, knowing you can perform miracles…but you never came to rescue me…why?” God replied, “I did. I used your neighbor…I sent a boat…and finally the national guard in a chopper and you declined all three times.”

The obvious moral to the story is, don’t miss the miracle waiting for a miracle. And maybe more importantly realize that you have the power to be someone else’s miracle. As a Christian I’m a firm believer that being an example is the best way for others to see God working in me. I try not to be preachy, or judgmental, and I’m definitely not perfect, but I’m aware. For myself, and for others. You could be the solution to someone else’s problem but you need to be alert to opportunities.  Because hope is a beautiful thing but it needs action to live.