Coincidence or Miracle?

 

This morning, I was reading a post about a young man who was in a serious car accident four months ago. He suffered significant injuries, collapsed lungs, lacerated liver, and a traumatic brain injury. He fractured his neck, clavicle, eleven ribs, pelvis, skull, left arm in multiple places and dislocated his wrist. He spent eleven days on life support. His parents didn't think he was going to survive. Four months later, FOUR MONTHS, and he hopped on the family's riding mower and helped his dad mow their lawn this morning. That is miraculous! There's no other way to explain it. I do not personally know this family, but I have been following updates and they give all glory and praise to God. 

I will be switching gears here to make a transition, stay with me please. This morning, I completed 2.68 miles at an 11:51 minute per mile pace. Folks, I have never been a fast runner. This was about my average pace before any injuries put my running on hold. What I consider my best run ever was a 5K completed at a 10:42 minute per mile pace. That was back in March 2022. Although my legs wanted to stop moving, and my heart felt like it was going to explode (a bit of an exaggeration), I completed the miles and started my walk home. As I walked, it hit me that I had zero knee pain, absolutely none! I prayed a short prayer of "thanks." 

Throughout the day, though, I got to thinking about these two things. The story of the young man is a clear example of a miracle. My run this morning, however, can be brushed off as a result of finding a good Physical Therapist and putting in the hard work on my end. However, if you look at the whole picture, it too is considered a miracle in my mind. My husband found this PT clear across the states, I was bold enough to give him a call which, if you know me, is not to be taken for granted. I have been consistent in following the exercise plan despite what seems to be an extra busy work schedule as of late, and God has been faithful in healing the proper muscles, tendons and joints in order for me to be able to run pain free. 

I was then reminded of the man in the bible who had an "infirmity" for thirty-eight years. Jesus first asked him if he wanted to be made whole then "Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed and walk". (John 5:8 CSB) You can read the complete story in John 5. If the man would have just laid there, never attempting to get up and walk, Jesus still could have healed him, but the results never would have been known and the man wouldn't have received his own miracle. He would have continued to lay on his mat. Too many times we brush off these "little" miracles as coincidences instead of giving the glory to Whom it belongs. However small it may seem to you, this morning's progress is huge to me, and I shout a big "Thank You" to God for my miracle.