Blog #8: Annotation
Miracle
October 27, 2011
Miracles, they are seen every day. A miracle is the way our brain tells our arm to move, the way our organs know every right action to take, the way the trees give us oxygen to breath and survive, the way every single person on this earth is uniquely made in their own different way. Webster would have a different take on the definition. Webster chooses to define a miracle as an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment. Miracles don’t have to be some huge extraordinary event in life that knocks everyone off their feet and leaves them flabbergasted. It can be the very simple things from day to day that God does. A miracle can be something that is seen frequently but still amazes the human eye. Each person has their own personal miracle to share.
It was my kindergarten year at Venice Christian School. I was fairly new to the school and hadn’t made too many friends just yet. It was time to hit the playground, my personal favorite hour of the school day. As we played on the jungle gym, swung on the swings, chased each other in games of tag, I suddenly became interested in the sandbox nearby. I scurried over to dig around in the soft white sand to find a hidden treasure that I knew had to be buried in there. To my dismay I didn’t reveal too many exciting things besides the occasionally twig and dead insect. I quickly became bored with this personal scavenger hunt. As I climb out of the sandbox, I can’t help but notice was a great balance beam the wooden edges of the sandbox had become. I dare the tight rope as the crowd cheers and scream my name. One hundred feet in the air, suspended by nothing but a tiny rope, or wooden sand box. I thought I was invincible, until a loose board caused me to fall to the edge of the sand box rim, crashing back to reality. I smashed my head directly on the corner of the sandbox where the two boards met with a nail. Looking around to make sure none of my new friends had noticed such a stunt, I brush myself off, ignoring the object that just fell from my forehead, and continue my circus act. Out of the blue I one of the playground watch guards run to my side urging me to lie in the grass. Little did I know, the “object” that had fallen from my head was a massive drop of blood. I had split my head open on the corner of that sandbox without even realizing it. Terrified out of my mind, the kids swarming around me to see what had happened, the principal swiftly comes and scoops me up out of the crowd. Blood now covering his nice white button up shirt, he takes me to where my mom is waiting to take me to the hospital. I weep because I have not a clue what is going on. As we arrive at the hospital, I recall all the doctors rushing to my side to start stitching me up. A few stitches and butterfly band aids later I was ready to dare the tight rope once again. They said that I was incredibly blessed to have only gotten a minimal scar, seeing how they could feel my skull when the cut was fresh and open still. God was really watching over me. If it had only been a centimeter or less over to the left or the right I could have lost my sight or my eye for that matter. I thank God that that was NOT the case. I was very fortunate. That is one of my many God given miracles in my life. I’m so blessed to have never had any near death experiences or horrible tragedies. I thank God for that to no end and trust that He will continue to guide and protect me. Just like Reuben Land, God placed His hand of protection of me and saved me from many other horrible and far worse things to happen to me. God spared Reuben his life. He saved his life. He brought him back to life and let him continue to live his young life. That in itself is a miracle. God is the ONLY one capable of performing miracles.
-God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1
-Psalm 139
No comments:
Post a Comment