The other day I was watching my two little girls. I was holding one, while the other was playing in the floor with a little stuffed black sheep. She loves that little toy. It's stuffed, but it's stuffed tight, so if she drops it, it will roll.
She dropped it, and it rolled away from her. She stretched to get it but couldn't reach it.
Standing next to her, I took my foot and flipped the sheep back into her lap. It surprised her. It happened so fast I don't even think she saw what happened. All of a sudden, her sheep was back in her grasp.
As I thought about the reality of that, a few things occurred to me.
What I had just done was a total impossibility for her. She didn't get it, understand it, or visualize it. Therefore she couldn't even begin to try to emulate it. Had she tried it - she would have failed miserably. She is 10 months old. There are milestones she must achieve before the possibility even becomes real.
For me, on the other hand, it was a simple act. I could have done it with red shoes, blue shoes, green shoes, no shoes, socks, no socks, or with either foot - every time - no failures.
At some point, my little girl will begin to understand what I did - even if she can't yet emulate it. Soon enough, she will be able to do those little acts with limited success - and then... she'll be able to do them without fail.
How much of the miraculous are we destined to mature into? I'm NOT saying we are heading for God-hood. But certainly, we are heading for greater measures of faith as we mature. With greater faith will come greater understanding and greater works.
I'll continue to seek the miraculous in my life. As I mature, I'm betting my success rate goes up in some areas. But I've got to quit swatting at that darned mobile and seek something new for a change.
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