In order to see miracles, we must slow down to notice the statistically impossible fingerprints of God.
In college, I was required to take statistics classes. I loathed them then, but am grateful for them now. They gave me eyes to see the improbable. The impossible. The miracles in the everyday.
On a recent college tour in Oregon, we heard an author speak of nature’s beauty as evidence of God. I resonated with her ideas, but the tour moved on, and there was no time to tell her so. Once back at home, joy bubbled over when I discovered she and I were already connected online in three ways. We have plans to meet for coffee. Statistically impossible!
Three states from home, at the end of a long narrow road up one mighty tall mountain in the middle of nowhere, my husband and I stopped to tour a cave. Among the five other people who were on that same tour, was a man I had worked with 25 years before. Statistically impossible!
Listening in on an online class with hundreds of people on the call, I recognized the voice of a dear old friend from my life in Chicago many years ago. We had lost touch, but now she is found. Statistically impossible!
Our house-sitting gig had come to an end. We needed to move. Having no possessions, and finding nothing available to rent, we were walking out the door to buy a camp trailer to call home when my cell phone literally rang in my hand. The voice on the other end offered, “Would you be interested in renting my house? There’s just one problem. I have to leave all my furniture there.” Statistically impossible!
May we slow down, gaining eyes to see miracles in the midst of our days. The statistically impossible fingerprints of God.
“Ears to hear and eyes to see–both are gifts from the LORD.” ~ Proverbs 20:12 NLT