Do Miracles Exist?
By: Cristina Hodge
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
I believe in miracles! There was a chilling silence from the next room. A pounding, then a wailing cry echoed afterwards. Bob slowly exhales, and sees that in his anticipation he has bitten his bottom lip, and a trickle of blood has dropped to the floor, but he is already into the next room over and cradling the wee babe as it drifts off.
Isn’t day-to-day living a miracle? Is not waking up and seeing food on the table a miracle? Is not looking at an innocent baby sleeping a miracle? Every single day I live, grow, and step forward is a miracle. Many soldiers, who are fighting the war, are most likely looking for a bit of sunlight to peek through the gunfire and warm their enemies’ ruthless souls. Millions are going hungry and yet I have food right in front of me every day! Life may not be perfect, but at least miracles happen every day!
“Mom are Chuck Dodds and Jackson miracles?”, I questioned “Yes, honey”, my Mom, replied. “Why?” I pushed farther. Mom simply explained Jackson had a hole in his heart, and it kept enlarging, but yet he never stops smiling, and Chuck Dodds kept living life to its fullest, even though the doctors kept saying he didn’t have much longer to live. He died of fluid to the brain after a major surgery, instead of his heart giving out on him.
“Wow”, I muttered. “What did you say honey?” Mom asked from the next room over. “Nothing, thanks!” I hurriedly replied. As I pounded back up the stairs I recalled everything she had said, was it true that miracles happen every day?
I have pondered that question every day, since, and I think it makes sense now. The laughter, love, and warmth that surrounds us every day, is a God given miracle. God keeps forgiving us every time we ask him, is that the greatest miracle, or is it when God had his one and only son to die on the cross for our sins? Many questions are lurking in our minds, and we wonder what the answers could be. Is not every breath we breathe a miracle? My Mom always tells me, “Everything happens for a reason.” I believe that is very true, for why do our cars break down in our own driveways, or a phone call causes us to be late to some important event? That has happened quite often in my life, and each time we were saved from what could have been an ugly picture. If it is from a car accident, to a small shop theft, or to a storm blown branch. Everything does happen for a reason, and that must mean miracles happen every day!
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