I don’t know exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I felt I stopped believing in miracles. Disappointments had placed layers over my heart, and I was left wrestling with how to press into God for a miracle or breakthrough when it seemed there was no point.
To be honest, I felt jaded. Not disbelieving in God and that what He says is true, but rather disbelieving in His promises for me. That miracles and breakthroughs could be part of my story.
And yet, here we are in the season of advent drawing us into the miraculous wonder of God coming to earth. We are reminded of the birth of Jesus. Hope whispers to our spirit to not give up.
The prelude to the birth of Jesus includes an honourable couple – Zechariah and Elizabeth. They were righteous and loved God. Yet their home remained empty of children and one can only assume their unanswered prayers must have hung heavy in the silence. Everywhere they looked must have jarred as they saw people in their happy endings.
But one day, unexpectedly, when that dream was no longer a possibility, it all changed. And, as it happened…they became pregnant and Elizabeth gave birth to a son, filled with the Spirit and with a mission to prepare the way of Jesus. Disappointment changing to joy and praise.
God is capable of changing the narrative of our stories. He is the God of the impossible. It is time for us to lean in again, embrace the tension of the not yet with expectant hope. To dare to offer up our dreams to God. Knowing it is never too late.
I believe in miracles.