I believe in miracles. I understand that the thought of miracles truly existing when there are unexplainable horrors in our world is a great internal battle, but i believe that thousands of these blessings occur daily.
Miracle is defined as, “an extraordinary event believed to manifest a supernatural work of God.” As a child, I always perceived miracles as bing marvelous events with large crowds observing in awe. However, I now know that many times miracles are taken for granted or completely denied, and instead their glory is given to science or technology.
In my opinion, waking up every morning whether rain or shine can be seen as a miracle. I am not guaranteed to live through the night or through the next five minutes, nor is anyone else. Many times I catch myself planning activities for days, weeks, or even months in advance without being thankful for the day I have been given.
In addition to these “small” miracles I don’t always acknowledge, I believe that God performs miracles difinitely worthy of our recognition. My Uncle James and my Aunt Cathy have two daughters, one is twenty eight and the other is eighteen. Their oldest daughter, Stephanie, was born with severe cases of muscular distrophy, curvature of the spine and mental retardation. When she was born, the doctors told my aunt and uncle that she would die young and it would be a miracle if she lived past the age of ten. As I have previously stated, she is now twenty eight. Even though she can not communicate through words, I believe that God helps her express her feelings in the tone of her slurs and through body language.
Although every life is precious, my aunt and uncle have had many hardships when dealing with all of my cousin’s disabilities. From all of the stresses brought on by Stephanie’s illnesses, my uncle and aunt both suffer from their own. My uncle has constant pain in his head resulting from a defective vein, and my aunt has severe osteoporosis. There is not a day that goes by without all three of them undergoing pain in even the most leisurely activities. Despite their agony, they find time to be a strong, loving family. I believe that their daily perseverance and faith is truly a miracle. I only hope that when I am faced with a challenge, I can be as strong as them.
Believing in miracles is my personal choice, and is a belief that allows me to push through the rough patches. I look for these heavenly treasures throughout my daily life in order to shift the balance in the favor of good. By outweighing the evil in my life, I am able to stay positive and hopefully spread happiness to others.
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