It's a voluminous claim. Nothing shall be impossible.
Of course sometimes we forget to include the preamble. For with God, nothing shall be impossible.
There are plenty of current realities that I would have absolutely plunked into the IMPOSSIBLE
category.
- A phone that is activated by the touch of my finger or more recently my voice
- People who create instruments out of trash
- Surgeries that happen through an incision the size of a dime
- A man with no limbs who gives inspirational talks to teenagers
- The ability to send these moats instantly and inexpensively to readers in nine countries
Then there are the more personal ones I couldn't
glimpse over the horizon twelve years ago.
- Benjamin creating a repertoire of jokes to make the family howl
- Surviving the years of baby exhaustion
- Creating a mentoring program for eighty people
- Being one of many contributors in our family's Christmas celebration, instead of the work horse
The evidence of providence is interwoven in each of these like the wires or non wires that are hidden within my
phone.
As I write, there is the resounding voice of John Michael Talbot in the not so back background. Benjamin made himself a playlist and as any resident Odhner and probably our neighbors can attest he plays it a lot. Loudly. This is the son for whom I have no bearings when it comes to religious education. He has trouble understanding the emotional cues of faces in front of him. How was he going to find the elusive face of God? But here he is, surrounding himself and
everyone within earshot with the near constant sound of prayer. I guess I can take that one off my impossible list.
The sound in the other room is the twins decorating. They are arranging a dozen creche sets in the cabinet that for the rest of the year holds dishes. I have done very little but cheer. While it is perhaps not an earth shattering miracle, it brings me to a place of wonder, since it was such a short time ago that those twins were an incredible amount of
work. At least I think they were. It is hard to remember.
Marriage brings with it the possible and the impossible. Many stories of how couples meet border on the skinny side of implausible.
"I got a job working in the city, and we got thrown into the same projects. We worked well together, and I guess the chemistry kicked in."
"I was friends with his sister when we were rowing in college. It was kind of random how
we connected on Facebook. We both had a dream of starting a bakery, and here it is."
My hope for you this Christmas, dear reader, is that God will be the starting point of all your possibilities. He wants very much to make a miracle of you.
