Miracles

Well, it finally happened this morning.  I've considered it at least a dozen times, but today I did it.  I walked out of a church meeting--a baptism.  I was so excited for the woman and glad to be there.  I really like her. 

After the ordinance her sister-in-law got up to give a talk on the Holy Ghost and I just couldn't take it.  It was a "our little boy was sick and we prayed and everything turned out perfect" story.  I know all the inspirational stories in magazines and on lifetime movies are touching because they have sweet happy endings, but there are lots of miracles in the world that don't have happy endings.

They are still miracles.

Sometimes people are healed and sometimes they aren't.  Sometimes it has to do with faith and sometimes it doesn't.  Sometimes we understand.  Sometimes we don't.  And that doesn't make miracles random either.  It just means our understanding is limited.    Lots of times we just can't recognize it.  Sometimes it's a miracle when it just seems like a coincidence. 

We, the Gleasons, have had many miracles take place in our family.  Right now though, the sweet, happy ending is just having enough self-control not to scream or slap people who talk about  miracles.  Right now just stepping out for some air is a miracle.