Little Miracles

Today I was looking at my two children swimming in the pool and thought they sure have come a long way since the day they were born.  McKenzie on the way to the pool asked me, "Mom, how can the mountains move?".  I told her of course earthquakes can make mountains move.  She wanted to know how God could move mountains.  That got me thinking as we were looking at the mountains all around us, how awesome and scary that would be.......God moving a mountain.  Sand Mountain, east of Fallon, is a perfect example of a mountain that was moved by the wind.  A mountain of sand moved over a period of years over to another side of the valley is not something you see everyday.  To actually see that happening, I think I would have had to sit down with my head between my knees.  I don't think I could imagine what that would be like.  I told McKenzie that God can move the mountains just by whispering "move".  The mountain would listen to God....He is the creator of all things.  So then I got to thinking while they were swimming, God can be active in huge miracles like the parting of the Red Sea, the quaking ground when Jesus was crucified, the walking on water by Peter.  But He can also be a maker of all little miracles too.  That is when I thought of our kids.  They were miracles in and of themselves from the time that they were knit in my womb.  God knew each of them, talked to them, comforted them, gave them power to do what their little bodies had to do in that period of time.  Just so wonderful to know that He was in there with each of my children, placing His mark on each of their little hearts.  Their birthmarks show the kisses left by God.  Of course when they were born they were put right away into the intensive care nursery at the hospital to keep them alive.  Being born early like that and at very tiny weights, their chances of survival could have been worse.  But God kept His hand on each of them.  I remember walking into the nursery seeing all these babies wrapped up in little blankets, carefully laid out in their isolates.  They resembled to me caterpillars in their cocoons waiting to change into butterflies.  Just the stillness in there....I could feel God working on each one of them.  It is something I can't explain but I felt His presence so strongly in that room with all the machines and monitors beeping.  Those are the smallest, most beautiful miracles God performs in my opinion.  His hands are everywhere in our lives.  Whether it is moving a mountain or making a child's little lungs work because they are too little.  God doesn't decide what is more needing of His power.  He is in everything.  For that I am so thankful.  He is our mighty Lord, creator of all the universe....who are we to say that our problem isn't big enough for God?  My friends, God is there all the time just waiting for us and to show us His wonderful works.  We just have to look through the tears and see Him.  It may not be now, it may not even happen during our lifetime, but it will happen.  Nothing happens on Earth that can't be used for His glory.  Oh for us to be able to see how our problems and concerns turn out in the end.  I for one am trying to look for His miracles everyday......look all around you and you will see at least one.  I promise. 

Our First Love

Driving along the beautiful Truckee River today, winding through the suede covered mountains and hills, I heard a song on the radio talking about God and our falling in love with Him. Falling in love with Him. I had to mull that over a bit in my brain and thought yes, that is right. I want to fall in love with Him just as He has fallen in love with me even before I was born. So I was pondering those moments when we first fall in love with that special someone in our lives. Remember that moment that you first met your true love? Remember the feeling you got in your belly when you first laid eyes on him? Remember the uncertainty you felt when you first spoke your first words, what to say, how to say it? Remember the first time you touched that person's hand or that person when you hugged? Remember the "jolt" of electricity when you just knew that this was someone I would love to be with everyday? Remember the moment after your first date when you were standing there, the probing eyes as you were trying to read the other person's feelings? Remember the first weeks and months of your relationship as you called each other, went to dinner, wrote letters as if you hadn't seen them for years? Remember the feeling you would get when that first love would call you and how you couldn't wait to talk to him again? All those memories are very strong for me as I think of my husband of 15 years. I am so blessed that God put him in my life and I am even more blessed to know that those same feelings for my first love, I can feel for God. Of course not in the physical sense but rather in the sense that He is our first love. He loved us even before we were formed in our mother's womb. I so want to have that first love relationship with God. The wanting to talk to Him at all hours of the day. The wanting to someday walk with Him hand in hand in Heaven. The wanting to see His face and see the love He has for me. I want to have that awe when I think about how great He is and how He is absolutely indescribeable. Don't you want to be with Him everyday? Write letters to Him in a prayer journal? Talk to Him at 2am if you can't sleep? Just know that He is near and in our hearts? My friend, you can have that relationship with Him. Just set your eyes up to the Heavens, talk to Him, let Him know you are there and need Him so much. Your "First Love" will never leave you. He will always want what is best for you. His love for you is unfathomable. Doesn't that just send chills down your spine?

Psalm 90:14 Satisfy us in the morning with Your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.