Many of you guys know, I'm a thinker. I can get lost for hours in my own head. Often my emotions are affected by my thoughts. My teammates can attest to that; we can be in the middle of team time and some crazy thought makes me ruin a serious conversation with laughter, or vice versa. Music and reading are two things that keep my thoughts slowed.
There are 2 books I read over and over again. Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton and Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller. I recently re-read them both and they assisted me back into deep thinking.
Yesterday though, my thoughts went wild. I was laying on a hammock, thinking about how weird we are. How weird this earth is. How everything was made from dust. We were made from dust. How trees were made from dust. How literally everything is a miracle.
We only find these miracles normal because grew up being taught things were laws or always happen. I am starting to think differently. I am starting to realize nothing happens, a tree doesn't grow and an egg and a sperm don't make a human being without the breath of God.
Our God is consistent God. But because of our skewed view and limited understanding, we don't recognize these things as miracles. We recognize healing or a baby being conceived by the Holy but we fail to recognize each life and each breath a miracle from God.
Here's a random example of a miracle for you, we believe an apple seed can make an apple tree grow, but let's think about that. How the heck does that work? A tiny seed is planted in dirt then weeks/months later with a little water and some solar energy voila twigs that turn to bark and leaves, and fruit are born. Without the breath of God and a miracle it just doesn't make much sense to me.
I said earlier we are weird. God's creation is weird, but so stinking fascinating. One of my friends in college used to say, "if you're not weird you're boring." God sure isn't boring. We humans along with the rest of God's creation for sure aren't boring. Nope, we are living miracles.
