The true power of miracles, is the unpredictability.
Miracles are flowers in the desert, when the rain of blessing falls, they seems blossom out of nowhere. The seeds were hidden underneath the sand, unseen, but exist. They were silently waiting, for the right time to rise.
Maria didn't know that she will become the mother of Jesus. Lazarus didn't know that he will rise from his grave after death. And the everyday life we human beings led, to be honest, are not as predictable as people tend to believe. It never was, and will not be.
Growing is unpredictable. So growing is one of the miracles. Sometimes it means one has to rise from death. But facing death was never easy. It's either the things we hold dearly and tightly, or ourselves, to make the sacrifice.
I gave my sacrifice. Which is something I was always too willingly to give. But this time I gave it out, not for anyone else. It's for myself. I gave out the old self to rise from it. Merely depend on hope. And what hopes can bring, is unpredictable. It brings miracles.
