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The Real Miracle Worker

I am fit to be tied every single time I hear someone steal God’s glory by claiming that God no longer performs miracles today. These perpetrators usually have seven letters after their name, and usually begin their arguments with something like, “Now that the Scriptures are complete . . . “



My response to that rationale is, “Huh?”



Putting God back into faith

It really is possible to be too educated for our own good, and to relegate God and his work to a box shallow enough to fit our own intellectual grasp. The sun does not have to stand still, nor does anyone have  to trod through a sea on dry land in order for us to claim an event as “inexplicable by the laws of nature [and therefore] held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.” (

In fact, just today my sisters-in-law and I were listening to a favorite song of ours as sung by three different performers.  All three singers delivered a technically perfect rendition of the song, but as we compared the three on a more subjective scale, only the first made our toes curl in our shoes. She was clearly the only one who had suffered hurt long enough and deeply enough to put an authentic spin on a dramatic song expressing the heart and rage of a recently-jilted woman. Her raw, guttural interpretation of the lyrics was so real that we vicariously experienced her pain, nearly to the point of tears. Were it not for the depth of her pain, the melody would not have been so sweet, nor would it have ministered to me regarding my own similar hurts. 



So, in the spirit of Thanksgiving I bend my knees to the real miracle worker–to the one who caused me to see my beauty when man called me ugly, to turn on the light when I preferred to live in darkness, to stand before strangers and declare my abusive past, to stand before well-known ones and do the same, and to call good that which has nearly destroyed me because I knew God would ultimately use it to compose a sweet melody that would fall from my lips. 



These melodies are the miracles of my life and the handprints of God all over me. 



And he plays them over and over and over again. 


Has the Lord redeemed you? Speak out! Tell others he has redeemed you from your enemies. ~ Psalm 107:2


Sherry Boykin

Sherry Boykin helps Christian women transform their lives through the perspective-shifting power of story.

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    1. Sherry Boykin

      Thank you, Vonda. These are some of the stories that came forth around our Thanksgiving table this week.

  1. I agree, Sherry. How many miracles have we seen in our family? In the family of God? He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly, above . . .

    1. Sherry Boykin

      I know how well you get this, Sarah. Our almighty God has made this an unforgettable year on many levels.

  2. Jo Ann Walczak

    No doubt. The hand print of God is visible on you, Sherry Boykin. Blessed.

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