Really Living 26 Jun 2008 08:07 pm
God is in the details, so they say.
- When are peanuts miracles? When there millions of them growing on a day so hot that surely they must be roasting right there in the sun, and the dry wind blowing my hair into my face smells thicker than the butter they soon will become.
- When are peaches miracles? When you’re eating one within 10 miles of the lush tree it was plucked from, grown to full ripeness that bursts in your mouth when your teeth break the skin, and the juice runs in golden rivulets of goodness down your chin.
- When is an afternoon rain a miracle? When you’ve been driving for 400 miles in an old van without air conditioning, a heat index over 100, and children sick and tired of months of road trips. When little tears of discouragement find their way from the corners of your eyes and from under the rim of your sunglasses, drying faster than the next breath from that hot wind. When a friend calls to say they are praying for you and within moments the sky starts to swirl with blue gray clouds, embracing the road ahead as if the clouds themselves were angel’s arms, and the resulting drops of cool water fall at such an angle as to not require the windows be closed. When that rain is really wild grace refreshing your spirit, kissing your tears, and giving you enough hope to keep on.
- When is a song lyric a miracle? When it so perfectly sums up what drives the next step, “Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost, doesn’t mean I’ll stop.”
