"It's the year of miracles," my mother calls it. As 2012 comes to a close, I can't help but look back and evaluate what unfolded.
Miracles.
2012 wasn't what I expected, but it's undeniable that God was performing miracles.
I'm quite the impatient individual, so at times, I lose sight of the miracles happening around me. Sometimes we tend to look at how far we are from our goals, and forget about how far we've come. We lose focus on the lessons learned during the journey, and tend to look at the stumbling along the way.
Well as I look back and reflect, I'm seeing miracles. There's something humbling about the care and precision God took in planning my life. The numerous details that I would have overlooked, but He never forgot.
The first month of the year for me was a huge mess. A huge mess that God was working into His greatest miracle of the year. A huge mess that was pushing me toward the only Savior that could rescue me from the darkness I was in. In one day, He took a girl that was lost and lonely, and covered her in His grace. Forgiving her of a list of sins that would make anyone blush.
Not only that, but He gave me an incredible church with great people to help me during all this change. I still stand in awe of how He orchestrated all of it with such ease. As fears surfaced, He had already put me at ease about them. The beauty in my move to Marshfield was something of awe also. I had an apartment within a few weeks of looking. I needed a job closer to town before winter time, I got one before September. I longed for my family to be closer, they were able to buy a house near me by October.
He provided as scripture promises.
So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
Matthew 6:31-33
I was in two car accidents this year. The first was my fault. God even provided during that time with money to cover my large deductible. The second accident, a semi-tanker ran a stop sign during a snow storm. God was keeping me safe during the whole ordeal. It didn't turn out too bad, but looking at the scene I realized if I had hit just a few seconds sooner, it could have turned out horribly for me.
Each miracle was the Lover of my soul serenading me. As He whispered reassurances into my ear, and led me along gently. There are times I wonder if I'm messing up everything. Then I remember that He will never let me get lost. As long as I pursue Him and continue to praise Him, He will never let me go down the wrong path.
So as the year wraps up, I hope you look back and see the miracles. No matter the size, a miracle is a beautiful thing.