Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

The Miracle of a Forest

Light bulbs do pop in our heads. I know because it happened to me yesterday in the middle of a Zoom breakout room. We were sent there to talk about whether we trust in God, to which I immediately said that I have a hard time with that. But then the woman I was talking to asked me the next part of the question: “What are some of the ways you have addressed anxiety or worry in your life?”

In the middle of responding that I’m an independent woman and I figure things out on my own (after an adequate amount of procrastinating), I said that I depend on a few friends for support. As the words were coming out of my mouth, I realized that none of those women “naturally” entered my life or came back into it.

God’s influence, I realized, is not necessarily that of a magician, but rather an improv director, bringing together people who need each other to create a single scene or a few scenes—helping each other live our lives and fulfill our purpose.

Miracles don’t need to be as obvious as a non-burning burning bush or a winning lottery ticket or a cure for an incurable disease. They are gifts that we receive but ignore, perhaps in a closet to be regifted. Or, they are gifts that we integrate into our lives becoming indispensable, for as long as necessary. Grateful for their miraculous appearance.

Who are the miracles in your life?

Today is Day 259 that the Israeli hostages are in captivity. Bring them home now!