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Sometimes in the midst of the mundane we discover a miracle.

I have been thinking of miracles as I make the one hour drive to visit my ailing and elderly mother each week. She needs me in the middle of the night and early and late and her need is a longed-for answer to prayer. She wants my help for the first time…ever. This is a miracle. And, like many miracles, it comes with hard work and inconvenience and letting important tasks go in order to accomplish the essential. Math facts and writing lessons get squeezed around the care of a little eighty-four year old lady who has independently and stubbornly refused our help…until now.

Because, for this season and time and place the miracle in our midst is my elderly mother who wants and needs our help, who welcomes a meal-time blessing and who recognizes her own need and allows us to meet it…and our help is where Jesus steps in. It’s been a long time and many years and we are witnessing a miracle.

Old age is the last great struggle for the soul who has run from the “Hound of Heaven.” Even though old age can bring such hardship and suffering, it is also God’s gift to those who are facing eternity. It is His reminder that the end is near. Oh, how He loves you and me.

“Christ is building His kingdom with earth’s broken things. Men want only the strong, the successful, the victorious, the unbroken, in building their kingdoms; but God is the God of the unsuccessful, of those who have failed. Heaven is filling with earth’s broken lives, and there is no bruised reed that Christ cannot take and restore to glorious blessedness and beauty. He can take the life crushed by pain or sorrow and make it into a harp whose music shall be all praise. He can lift earth’s saddest failure up to heaven’s glory.”
― J.R. Miller