WHERE
MIRACLES
HAPPEN
Miracles – awesome events
that often come in the nick
of time and can change the
course of our lives. Lillian
Rhoades points to the place
where they happen.
“There must be someone much
younger than I am who could be in
charge... I’m not a leader. You gave
me the gift of helps…What if…
I am by the ocean banks as morning
tips its hat and says, “Hello.” It stands
with me while I smell the fresh scent
of a new day and watch the mist that
seems reluctant to turn over the
mountaintops to an impatient sun.
Silence is not a sound, but somehow
I hear it in the quiet that engulfs me.
The ocean has awakened, but it
respects the hush as its muted
ripples cascade over the rocks
beneath it.
I remain captured by the stillness,
until I hear the sound of music that
floats up from that place where
memories reside.
And I tell God everything He already
knows about me, and all the reasons
why I’m not the one for the job.
When I’ve exhausted my excuses,
and as the waves start to tackle my
ankles, I step back towards solid
ground; but not before I hear His
voice.
“Come! Walk on the water with Me.”
This was my “Peter moment,” and by
the water’s edge, my reluctance ebbs
and flows with the onset of high tide.
“Launch out into the deep and let the
shorelines go”… The words press
hard against my reluctant will. But I
resist. Right now, I prefer shallow
water and the reassuring comfort of
wet sand beneath my feet. I’ve
always been afraid to step beyond
the no-risk zone. “Don’t be afraid. Come! Walk on the
water with Me.”
This time my thoughts float like the
driftwood that bobs and weaves pass
me, having had its own adventure
with the deep. I can’t let go. I can’t step away from
the uncertainties that are as
threatening to me as the waves that
begin to dominate the horizon.
But I lack organizational skills…I may
not get enough volunteers… How can
I know this is your will for me?
…Suppose…
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