I've thought a lot about little miracles this week. I prayed for them in people's lives last Sunday in ward council. Because I believe in miracles of all shapes and sizes. I think when I read about Christ raising the dead and turning water to wine or even more modern 'big' miracles, I can forget the little miracles. These are countless. Thus, making a list would be stupid.
However, some little miracles in my life that kind of blow my mind:
1. A girl thinks a guy is kind of cute, kind of weird, kind of funny, and years later a huge part of her world revolves around said guy and they have had lots of hard and hilarious and creative and maddening times together.
2. A baby starts out smaller then a dot (my mom had me read this book...see), and from nutrients and the safety of being inside the womb, this little helpless human forms. In this disturbing (wonderful?) event the human can live outside the womb, though still helpless in most ways. Within 3 months, the human is noticing things all around her, interacting with all the people she can, and has developed trust in her caretakers. A far cry from the terrified baby who first enters the world.
On the note of a personal struggle I would really like to conquer, if I believe in miracles large and small, why can't a miracle be performed in my life, to help me overcome lack of self control with food? It might seem silly but is probably what is needed...a teeny miracle so that I don't get huge and/or sick. :)
Why do I hear some Fiddler on the Roof music being cued? Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles!
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