Trevy can now complete several school tasks with complete independence (after direct instruction has taken place).
As a former missionary and a woman of faith, I've been asked frequently to share stories of miracles. Mostly, people are looking for the whiz-bang stuff. The more whiz, the more bang, the more enthused they are.
Most of the miracles I've observed would be more aptly classified as mundane, than whiz-bang.
I am persuaded real miracles look much more like this:
Faithful, consistent, little by little, inching along — often not even daring to give your "someday" hopes real form but letting them sit in your heart as a shadow — then one day you look up and that shadowy hope is sitting at a desk working out math problems while you chop up veggies.
Most of the miracles I've observed would be more aptly classified as mundane, than whiz-bang.
I am persuaded real miracles look much more like this:
Faithful, consistent, little by little, inching along — often not even daring to give your "someday" hopes real form but letting them sit in your heart as a shadow — then one day you look up and that shadowy hope is sitting at a desk working out math problems while you chop up veggies.
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