Miracles happen every day. Through the years though, my definition of what constitutes a miracle has changed significantly. I used to think, when I was much younger, that all the "cool" miracles were over with. You know, the ones that the Bible is filled with: parting of the red sea, all of the Egypt plagues, the walls of Jericho crumbling, fire coming down from heaven to consume water-soaked wood, men of God being saved after being thrown into a fiery furnace...the list goes on. I remember longing to see one of those!
While I have no doubt that such miracles could occur today if God wanted them to, I've come to adopt a less outwardly-dramatic definition of miracles: a personal expression of God's love. And perhaps I would add, an undeserved expression of God's love that gives way to deep gratitude.
This year has been full of such miracles for me and my family. Whether it was me being accepted into the choir; or our home in American Fork selling to just the right family; or my wife getting an employment opportunity to help us financially; or my kids making some very good friends; or receiving help just when we needed it; or going to choir with a sinus infection or an upset stomach only to have those ailments temporarily taken away; or even finding a perfect parking spot during a day of stress and fatigue. Such things happen all the time if we but recognize them.
And so it goes with learning and memorizing one of the pieces we sang today. This piece of music called "Cum Sancto Spiritu" was given to us probably two months ago and Bro. Wilberg mentioned to us new choir members that it was going to be a very challenging piece to learn. So, for weeks now, during the days I get on the elliptical to exercise, I'd pull out that piece and set to work memorizing it. It did not come easy. But with prayer and lots of practicing, it started taking shape-- little by little-- before finally having things really lock into place. Performing it today and only forgetting a few spots was, in my mind, a miracle. The red sea did not part, literally, but the obstacles to getting this thing memorized did part. And I was grateful.
Look for your own miracles. You'll be surprised at what you find.
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Today after the broadcast was extra rehearsal #7. #8 will be Tuesday....but we are nearing the home stretch. Rehearsal Tues, then Thurs, then again on Sunday. On Sunday, we'll not only have that extra rehearsal until 11:30, but then will come back at 4pm to rehearse for the First Presidency Christmas Devotional that evening. And THEN my friends, I might as well rent a hotel room in Salt Lake City because, well, look at this schedule:
Ah, the fun of it all (it is fun, it'll just be a tiring week).
Until next time, God be with you.