I need a miracle.

I was just cruising through my morning reading. The usual fare: email, bank accounts, blog stuff, posts, as well as my social networking site among my tasks. Perhaps due to the rain today after a few days sun, the “weather” of the site was gloomier. It is amazing how a rainy day on a weekend, especially after a beautiful stretch of weather can dim the spiritual lights.


I saw a couple of mentions of the rain, some random personal thoughts, and then I came across the words "I need a miracle", and paused for reflection.

In challenging times, I too tilt my head back and find that I wish there was a cosmic ATM to where I could “swipe my card” for the desired amount of miracle that would fill the need, erase my pain, and place me back on top.

I find also in times past, most prayer and spiritual reconciliation would be done when I was stomped to the ground by a situation, and then I would extend a shaking hand to Heaven, awaiting elevation from the dust. I had a lot of the “I will worry about that when I get there" attitude. Why is it we want total self will, and then when times get tough, expect God to shake our proverbial “Etch-a-Sketch” to make things right?

I guess I was looking at the request of a miracle in and of itself. It is the “big order!” Now I understand in times of dire crises, I find searching for miracles appropriate to leverage hope, to distract away from certain negative outcomes such as severe illness or catastrophe. What I also find interesting is a desire for a miracle to wipe away many, many small things accumulating over time; many bad decisions, ill actions, deviant behaviors and thoughts culminating in a situation that is no longer wanted. Do we deserve the do-over, or is it time for a lesson learned?

I have learned that people do not change until it is too uncomfortable not to. I also know both good and bad experiences become part of who we are.

When I reflect back in my life, I look at some of the most horrific circumstances, I see that I am still here and a bit wiser from them. Scars or not, I see that by navigating through the hell I endured, I gained long lasting wisdom as well as I gained a realization I was tougher than I thought. I also realized I need a lot of work in certain areas. Indeed both can be valuable lessons. Priceless lessons.

So what I now observe is where we are is probably where we should be. In the discomfort we endure now, lies the hope and promise that the damage we perceive to be unfolding around us is actually a potential blessing of wisdom unfurling down the road. Sometimes it is difficult to see the whole picture where we stand as the picture is so big, we must levitate that much further above it to see it in its entirety.

Perhaps the miracles we request are best served in the form of being unanswered. Maybe our miracles are the lessons we learn by holding on to our faith in times that try to pry our fingers from it. Sometimes the best medicine tastes the worst.

I guess I selfishly would love someone, somewhere to make it all right at my request. Not with just me, but with everyone. Sadly, one man’s miracle could negate another’s lesson. I guess I will have to be patient to see what is delivered to me, in the form I need it, which is in my best interest for my greater good. I hope it doesn’t taste yucky. I need a miracle.