I Saw a Miracle...

A few weeks ago at work, I watched a miracle happen. I didn't recognize it at first. It was a pretty ordinary day. Well, except for the line of visitors coming in and out of one patient's room. He was supposed to go home that day, and several people came by to celebrate. It isn't uncommon to see a patient get discharged - it happens every day. Some discharges are more exciting than others, though, especially if the patient has been in the hospital for a long time, or they have reached the end of their chemotherapy treatment. This particular discharge was special. It was a miracle. This patient wasn't supposed to have walked out those doors. He had been close to death so many times. And yet, God did a miracle in his body. As I watched him and his family walk out the doors, I realized that I was witnessing a miracle happen right in front of me. Though I may never understand God's ways - why this patient was healed while so many others are not on this Earth - I am thankful for this reminder of God's goodness and power. As I think about another patient tonight who is not doing so well, I can hold fast to my knowledge of God's faithfulness, even when circumstances make it difficult to see.