I Do Believe In Miracles

Here's a little snippit of the stuff that's been floating around in my head for the last 24 hours.

Malachi hasn't been feeling very well- in fact, we had to take him to the ER on Sunday because he couldn't keep anything down and we feared dehydration. To make a really exhausting story short, the pediatrician we took him to today, says that he has infection in both ears. "Definitely puss" was the literal diagnosis.

Anyway, before our visit to the doctor today, I spent a good amount of time in prayer for my little boy last night. As always, I pray for a miracle; just because I have never been one to rely on a doctor- after all, as I have recently experienced, they are not perfect. But The Great Physician, Himself, is.

So, that led me to thinking about miracles. I've seen them with my own eyes and have heard stories about miracels. Though they're not the norm, they certainly hold conviction with me (with the exception of the Virgin Mary on a slice of toast). I'll be straight forward here: I believe in the healing power of Jesus Christ and the blood that He shed on the cross for our sins. But, I also believe that our healing- via miracle nor not- can also come through a doctor.

The question I have long asked and cried has been, "Why???"

When I was about 10ish, I had warts that covered my entire right hand. I do remember counting about 21 at one point, but it could have been more. I also remember praying and praying and begging for a miracle. I prayed to one day wake up and see that they had just disappeared. My plea for such became strongest when I would have to visit the doctor and have them "frozen". Nevertheless, they did not go away. Until a friend of my mom's recommended a specialist. Rather than using the dreaded freezing routine, she pulled out African Bug Guts and dabbed a little bit of the juice on each wart. They were gone in one week. I'm not kidding.

So, I guess, my question (in addition to "Why???") is "Why not a miracle?"

Sadly, I don't have the answer. But, do feel that God cannot be contained to a box and is not a drive through Mircale-bucks, if you will. And because He is God, He knows what it takes to make a miracle. If miracles happened each time we needed one, would we have faith? Patience? Endurance? Perseverence? Medical advances?

I do believe in miracels. But, what's more, I believe in the providence and compassion of my Savior. I know that He is by my side, keeping me and sustaining me in anything I experience or face in life. Whatever method he chooses to make me, or my little boy, whole- I will accept. Because ultimately, I know I am His. And He takes care of His own.