The big questions often come at bedtime. The other night, just as I was about to turn out the light in our boys’ bedroom, my sons started asking about miracles.
They wanted to hear not just about miracles, but about real miracles—miracles that make someone a saint, miracles the world can’t explain.
We talked a little about those—how people have been healed when there was supposed to be no hope, how Jesus raised people from the dead and cured people who were blind. But I encouraged our sons to think of the other miracles we experience in our own lives. Sometimes we might take them for granted, but it’s important to see God’s hand in our everyday world.
Look at our baby finches, I said. So many of the first eggs our finches laid fell and broke, but two made it. And those two little eggs hatched into the most beautiful birds, who are strong and happy and make us smile every day. Not every egg hatches. Not every baby bird survives. But these did, and as they hop and chirp around their cages, they bring us so much joy.
Look at our family, I said. God brought us together from different places and different lives. We never had to meet, but He made sure we did. And here we are, a family talking about miracles together at bedtime.
As we come out of the pandemic and move away from masks and toward gathering again, I marvel at the miracles we are experiencing. And it makes the everyday, more ordinary miracles stand out in a new way—the beauty of seeing strangers’ smiles and smiling back, hugging a family member you haven’t seen in ages, and hosting friends in your home.
My children might not see those as real miracles, but I do—just as I see the strides they’ve made academically this year as a miracle, and the baby bunnies hopping through the yard as a miracle, and the fact that we have been given one more day to enjoy this beautiful world around us.
Today, I hope you, too, encounter miracles in the everyday moments of your day.
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