Everyday miracles.

When I wrote yesterday that God does wondrous things and they can be so small that they’re almost unnoticeable. Part of that is what goes on around us every day. Nature, for a start. In my summing up the other day about the past week or so, I neglected to mention that Chris, again, spent the weekend splitting wood. He’s just about done the lot (until we bring some more up to the house). But a really lovely part of that, one I know Chris enjoyed a lot, was that there were a lot of grubs in the bark of the wood. He kept leaving the bark out like a little plate, with the grubs on, for the birds. We have two robins that are constantly popping up everywhere and they immediately started feeding. This is a pleasure and a wonder in itself. Not as obvious perhaps as a healing or someone coming to know Christ. But still a wonder and a joy.