The small miracles

Today was just a normal day with its ups and downs. It felt like any Wednesday that feels like a Thursday. It felt all in all, repetitive.

But today at lunch, I saw something different. I FELT something different. I saw God through somebody else.

I know God does crazy stuff. Miracles like walking on water, the shining light down from the Heavens, all that stuff. But man this hit me harder than any of that.

I don't know... Maybe it was because he sat right next to me at lunch, or because it was too silent for a group of friends, or maybe it was a sign.

He was praying.

He was praying not to set an example to others, not to be the "holy one", not to stand out, but to merely speak with God before the meal. A conversation between him and God and nobody else! That is what I witnessed today. It was two seconds of my life. It started and ended with a glance. Honestly, if I didn't turn my head, nothing would have changed. He would still be praying, me still waiting for my other friend. But I looked. I saw the image. It wasn't a chance. I saw it.

I know, because I felt His presence filled within me just for a second.

That was the miracle I witnessed today.

Not the feeding of the thousands, not the healing of the blind, but the healing of my heart. The power overcame. No, I didn't break down. No, I didn't cry. I simply felt.

Such a simple action as prayer can have the mightiest of powers. When the world withers away and dies, that conversation between you and God is still strong within prayer.

Other than that, though, it was a normal day. Normal classes. Normal parents. Normal events.

But if that was normal, miracles like this happen every day. You just have to open your eyes to them.

Listen and you shall see.


To my journal,

Phil