"It was also established and plainly endorsed by God, who showed His approval by signs and wonders and various miraculous manifestations of His power" - Hebrews 2:4
Last night I stumbled upon this old picture of Ezekiel.
This picture captured a miracle. For real. Those of you "new" to us may not know Ezekiel's beginnings. They weren't pretty. This sweet face cried or screamed literally for 6 weeks straight. I am not exaggerating, ask any of our family. The touch, eye contact and affection we gave him sent him into fits of rage, followed by glazed over moments of shock. Nights were the same. We were walking zombies, on our knees in prayer and fatigue. We had scores of family and strangers praying for our sweet Zeke.
On October 23 (above) we were in a mall playground. I set him in this tunnel as he cried for me to hold him; then cried harder when I picked him up. I climbed away and peeked around at him. He stopped crying mid cry. He smiled. This picture was the first time he wasn't crying and looked me in the eye. I started balling and I called Ryan, saying, "It happened. Zeke decided to be loved. And I just fell head over heels for him." It was in an instant and I seriously could see a transformation in his eyes in that moment.
"It was also established and plainly endorsed by God, who showed His approval by signs and wonders and various miraculous manifestations of His power" - Hebrews 2:4Today's topic to weigh in on is miracles. I have a number of friends that are skeptics. Even believers that doubt in the day to day hand that God has on their lives. Until we adopted our sons, we were in that category. Maybe miracles were some smoke and fire that televangelists used to boost ratings or Hollywood through around to promote sales. God opened my eyes to His presence in every element of our life.
Those skeptical friends of mine that I love so dearly for the color they add to my world; we've had some good talks about miracles. Trying to explain with science and reason the unexplainable. Truthfully, as a midwife and an adoptive mom, I feel like the biology of conception, a fetus, a placenta and birth, those things are more easily explained than all the "stars that align" when an adoption occurs. I can tell you (as so many adoptive families can too) all the crazy, ridiculous, unreal scenarios that went down while we were getting our boys home to us.
What about you? How has parenting changed your thoughts on miracles? Are you in the skeptic category? What kinds of conversations have you had with believers and non-believers on the unexplainable?