I once had a dream about seeing a miracle of God. The part that stayed with me even to this day is that when I saw it, I didn’t react with joy and amazement. In my dream, I found myself filled with a sorrow and crying at the sight of the miracle. I think it was because I almost couldn’t believe it was real and that I had so little faith.
It makes me think of that saying that the truly wise person is that person who is able to say that they don’t know very much at all and there’s so much left that they need to learn. That dream taught me that even though I believe in God and have faith. It isn’t even enough to be the size of a mustard seed. Even if I lived to be a hundred years old, I probably wouldn’t ever get to the point where my faith had grown enough. I think maybe in matters of faith and love, there’s never enough. Both of those forces can just keep growing and just when I think that it is more than I could ever imagine, I realize that my love and faith can be so much more. Maybe that’s the real miracle.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
