Bill Lites our normal Wednesday blogger has internet issues and was unable to send in his post for Wednesday. A true miracle occurred this week, I have written a blog post and have it ready to go. so I am posting Wednesday in the hope that Bill will be with us Thursday.
On the Porch
Onisha Ellis
I believe in miracles, in fact I delight in miracles so much they send my soul into a happy dance. My favorite miracle is seeing God bring people together to meet a need, encourage someone or heal a heart. I have lived long 
enough to look back through time to see how God guides the threads of our lives in His hand then draws together those lives to create a miracle. It confirms to me how intimately God cares for every aspect of our lives. I wish I could draw well because this would be one of my favorite pictures.
As I was thinking about these small miracles, my heart questioned me about the big miracles. Why don’t I feel the same joy when I pray for the “biggies” like freedom from bad life habits, healing and even salvation? Of course I pray for those miracles and say all the right words but where is the joyous expectation?
Here is my question: Do I rejoice in small miracles because I am afraid to yearn for big ones?
UPDATE: Monday morning, shortly after writing this I received a call that my precious 10 year old grandson was having silent seizures and needed an MRI ASAP. I marvel at how God led me to search my heart so that I can joyously expect a miracle.
Old Things R New 
Texanne, what a refreshing response to my poem. As a fellow Christian, I am requesting that you pray for my daughter, Janice. She was involved in a freak accident yesterday. While mowing her yard a nail was shot into her left ankle causing a horrendous amount of pain and the danger of infection.. She was in the hospital most of the day on an antibiotic drip, but the nail is still in her ankle. I am taking her back this morning for further treatment. I pray that the nail will be removed without causing further damage. God bless you!
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Onisha–We must expect big miracles. I think that’s why Jesus almost always asked “Do you want to be healed?” We are often too timid, or too specific maybe, in our requests. Do you remember the old joke about the guy who prayed to God, “God, I need a new Ford.” He prayed over and over to get a new Ford. Finally, God said, “Okay, here’s your new Ford, but I was meaning to give you a new Cadillac.” God doesn’t hand out cars like Oprah, but his generosity with blessings is unlimited.
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Texanne, I liked your point about being too specific. It’s one I don’t give a lot to thought to. I wonder what the source of my timidity is when my mind and heart know that God loves me and only wants the best for me and those I love.
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