Week One

So, there was a flood out here last week. A massive, hold on to your hear strings, torrential down pour which sadly led to a man dying. It was surreal to feel like the sky was coming down all around you and there was nowhere for all the water to go but down.

During the storm a toddler was in his room. He must have been listening to the rain thinking, "Holy Shit" and suddenly his room literally was ripped from the house & swept down in a muddy & murderous river. His room just came apart from the house and moved down river like some house boat in Tom Sawyer. The little boy was found stuck in the mud down the street. The neighbor that found him said the little boy was just sitting there staring at him covered in mud and wide eyed. The little boy was absolutely fine, shocked but fine.

What are the odds that a family's house sat on the perfect plot of land, in the perfect way for the flood to be close enough to rush by their house? What are the odds that the house was so weak it couldn't withstand the pressure and rush of a huge flood caravanning down the hill side? That the toddler is in his room in the perfect spot not to be injured by his room ripping from the side of the house and floating down stream? And that the little boy is removed from his floating house boat of a room only to land in the mud? Only to be seen by a neighbor? To be completely fine, alive, even when he can't swim? What are the mathematical odds that all those things are possible, probable but even more insanely real and true?

It seems like there are times it is impossible NOT to believe in miracles. To not see the design and magic of a event such as that one. I think if you refused to see the marvel of it all you would be missing out on a beautiful vision of our world. You would be missing the magic that is our lives.