Sometimes I read about people who ask for “proof” that God exists. I always try and think of what these people might mean by that. Are they looking for a miracle? Something so out of this world that it must have been an act of God?
In my small, personal world I’ve just come across something that, for me, qualifies as a miracle. A miracle in the sense that I can’t figure out why it happened. Really, it’s magic.
It all started when my husband took to playing guitar at home. His audience, meaning myself and our toddler, were avid listeners. However, the little one couldn’t walk at the time and just enjoyed the music, smiling to himself.
Then, when he started becoming a confident walker, something extraordinary happened:
He started dancing!
No, we don’t dance at home. He has never seen his parents, or anyone else, dance. At that point he hadn’t seen anyone dancing at daycare either (we enrolled him shortly afterwards). We don’t have a TV where he could have seen people dancing.
He just reacted out of an internal urge, a desire to move his body to music.
We were stunned. No, it wasn’t very well choreographed. But as soon as the guitar play started, he jumped up and moved his arms and legs in rhythm. He even urged me to get up and move with him!
Isn’t this just magic? I certainly felt as if I was part of some bigger magic, something miraculous, something working behind the scenes. Something that my senses couldn’t grasp or comprehend.
Have you had similar experiences? Something that just felt like magic?
Please share them in the comments!
Your (still mesmerised),