In the beginning of 2009, I did not believe in God. I was going through first communion classes to become Catholic, but nothing could convince me to believe in God. I told no one of this belief... because I believed that people (especially my parents) would not understand my logic behind it.
When I finally decided to come out, and say that yes, I did not believe in God, my parents said okay... and asked me why exactly I believed in my theory. I asked them how they could believe in a God that kills so many people every day, a God that has flooded the whole earth, a God that put people on this planet to do harm. My father told me that he thinks that God has a reason for all of this... that he doesn't totally hate us.
But, eventually, I came around to his way of thinking. I spent hours thinking about it, and I finally concluded that there really must be a God in heaven.
And then, this morning, I saw a miracle.
It wasn't a huge one, but it was a miracle.
And the more that I opened my eyes, the more miracles I saw.
This morning, I stood outside. I watched as little flowers fell from our Jacaranda tree in our yard. Not one second passed before another flower fell, and another.
Truly a miracle.
Then, as we drove off to school, we saw two dogs playing in a yard, together.
"Truly a miracle," I thought to myself.
As I went to see The Physical Education Teacher, for our daily P.E. class, I snuck a peek at Luke's very blonde head. I didn't get jealous, instead I thought to myself...
Truly a miracle.
And, as I sit here typing, I am thinking that life itself is a miracle.
And it was given to me, and you.