A Loved Miracle

     You've heard the phrase before, but I'll say it again: "She's a walking miracle!" 
    It's incredible what some of these "miracles" have been through. Illnesses that took them close enough to eternity to reach out a hand and touch the gates, vehicle accidents that left everything and everyone in the vicinity demolished, abusive situations where most would be left unable to function in society, yet here she is, holding down a nine to five, making friends, reaching out to others, standing on her own two feet. 
    I look on at these walking miracles in awe. Surely they awaken every morning with a prayer of thanksgiving on their lips. I am suspicious they experience life in a different way than I do. The lens through which they view eternity and relationships must be so much clearer than my own. 
    Here's the truth: each one of us is a miracle. A living, breathing, loved miracle.
    With a hand of artistry we were crafted before we ever knew of earth, of Heaven, of love. With painstaking precision, the great Creator planned every line of your face, each kinky hair that refuses to be flattened, the way one foot turns out when you walk. He chose carefully the talents you would have, the family traits you would carry, the weaknesses you would need to learn to lean on Him. And He said it was good. 
    The Creator does not compare His creation. He did not make them to compare. He has made each an individual piece of art. In His eyes, there are only differences, not "perfect" and "ugly." There is variety, not "smart" and "incompetent." To His heart, there is only loved, not "lovable" and "unworthy."
    And He has made each a miracle.
    The human body is a miracle of engineering: the beating of the heart, the filling of the lungs, the thousands of pores that open and close, the eyes that know how to shut when they feel endangered. But that is not the biggest miracle.
    The greater miracle is the way one can become a completely new person by accepting the Savior's love and sacrifice. The greater miracle is how a heart that has tasted of forgiveness can learn to forgive. The greater miracle is how  a heart that has accepted it is loved can learn to share love with others.
    You are a miracle. A perfect creation. A chosen life. 
    Don't question the miracle. Some have turned it away, refusing to believe that it is true. Others have scoffed and ridiculed the idea. Many have believed it is true for others, but wistfully admit they don't imagine themselves to be among the number.
    Accept the love. Have faith in the Creator. Believe you are a miracle. Trust yourself to His arms. It doesn't matter what you are facing, He will be there. He is not a God of half miracles. He is a God of completion, of miracles that grow, of hearts that fill with light.
    It doesn't take a near death experience to see things in life to be thankful for. There are more miracles than the closing of a lion's mouth or water being turned into wine. You are one of them. May we ever praise our gracious Creator for He has "...covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works." (Psalm 139:13-14)