Seeing and Believing

Doubt not miracles.
Blessed are those who do not see,
yet still they believe.

A wise woman once said to me: "If anybody ever tells you they don't believe in God, just let them look at a baby."

Her words brought tears to my eyes, as I watched her soft smile widen while gazing at my boys. The tears swelled not just because I appreciated the beauty and the joy that my children brought to her, but because it was the first time someone affirmed to me exactly what I had been feeling since becoming pregnant, and then even more strongly since giving birth.

I have witnessed miracles. I have had miracles born within me. I have both seen them and believed without seeing.

You may be skeptical, wondering how what seems like basic human biology can be considered miraculous. It's true, our bodies are made to reproduce. But ask a mother who has become pregnant and bore her child, ask a mother who has become pregnant and lost her child, ask a yearning mother who has never become pregnant, and too ask a mother who has held her baby born from another's womb, and I suspect you will find they acknowledge something miraculous about what their bodies have been vessels to, or what they so desperately wish they could be. Ask also a father or mother who watches for months as a womb that is not their own swells and bears their child. They too just might find that there is more to the experience of creating new life within an existing life than what is contained within the realm of textbooks. Some, including myself, will find it miraculous. We have believed without seeing.

While I was still pregnant and trying to wrap my head around the life within me, I had no idea about the miracles I would witness once my children were born. These new miracles came to life when my children arrived 8 weeks too soon. They lived in an artificial womb when they should have had two more months in mine. They breathed air into their little lungs that science says they were not ready for. They grew, and thrived, and held each other's hands as they did. I saw, and I believed.

Delight in your miracles. Believe in them when others do not see. Believe in them when you do not see.

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