I watched a movie today.
Parts of it were funny, while other parts were sad.
Like a popular novel, it included suspence, action, love, hate, greed, loss, grief, fortitude, victory and hope.
In the midst of all this, I found myself crying.
Shortly after my tears, the story began to fall into place and in the final seconds of the film, all had been made well again.
Thinking back, there was a line near the beginning of the movie that caught my attention.
Although I cannot quote it exactly, the sentiment was that when things get really, really bad, people hope for a miracle.
I would have to agree.
Looking at a definition of miracle in the dictionary, I found this entry:
Miracle–a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
It is my complete and total belief that only God can perform miracles.
It is also my complete and total belief that He in fact, does.
At this particular time in my life, I am praying for a specific miracle.
It would not fit natural or scientific laws.
It would be a very, very welcome event.
It would NOT, however, be surprising, because I am waiting expectantly to see God work.
He knows the need and He is well aware of my deepest heart’s desire in the matter.
I expect a miracle.
When Moses was born, it was during a time when Hebrew baby boys were to be killed at birth, according to a decree by the Egyptian king. His mother hid him for three months. When she could hide him no longer, she put him into a basket coated with tar and pitch and put him among plants growing along the bank of the Nile River.
The baby’s sister watched to see what would happen.
Wouldn’t you agree that things were bad? Really, really bad?
Next, the unthinkable–Pharoah’s daughter was bathing in the river and saw the basket.
Now, things are REALLY bad, right?
It was time for a miracle.
The daughter of the king felt sorry for the baby and decided to keep him.
The baby’s sister ran to Pharoah’s daughter and offered to find a nurse for the child. She accepted.
Moses’ sister went and got their mother. The king’s daughter paid wages to the woman to nurse her very own child. When he got older, he lived with the royal family and became the son of Pharoah’s daughter.
She named him Moses, saying, "I drew him out of the water."
God performed a spectacular, fantastic miracle, sparing the life of a newborn baby boy.
Although many years have passed, God has not changed.
Do you need a miracle today?