Yesterday someone called me a miracle.
She said “I think it’s a miracle that you are even here today. When you look at all of those around you who have fallen, the fact that you are still standing is a miracle.”
I don’t believe that my life is the only miracle out there. So today, in case you have forgotten who and what you are, I want to be the one to remind you.
I want to share with you this “Memo From God”
The full memo, written by Og Mandino is about 18 pages long so I have condensed just the first part of 4…. it comes from his book titled “The Greatest Miracle in the World.”
If you want to read the full version, you can find it @ http://www.wowzone.com/godmemo.htm
Memorandum from God
Take counsel. I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shedding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring relief for your sorrow for I know its cause … and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You have forgotten.
You have no memory of that moment when first you emerged from your mother’s womb and I placed my hand on your soft brow. And the secret I whispered in your small ear when I bestowed my blessings upon you.
The passing years have destroyed your recollection, for they have filled your mind with fear and doubt and anxiety and remorse and hate and there is no room for joyful memories where these beasts reside.
Weep no more. I am with you … and this moment is the dividing line of your life. All that has gone before is like unto no more than that time you slept within your mother’s womb. What is past is dead. Let the dead bury the dead.
This day you return from the living dead.
This day, like Elijah with the widow’s son, I stretch myself upon you three times and you live again.
This day, like Elisha did, I put my mouth upon your mouth and my eyes upon your eyes and my hands upon your hands and your flesh is warm again.
This day, like Jesus at the tomb of Lazarus, I command you to come forth and you will walk from your cave of doom to begin a new life.
This is your birthday. This is your new date of birth. Your first life, like unto a play of the theatre, was only a rehearsal. This time the curtain is up. This time the world watches and waits to applaud. This time you will not fail.
Light your candles. Share your cake. Pour the wine. You have been reborn.
Like a butterfly from its chrysalis you will fly … fly as high as you wish, and neither the wasps nor dragonflies of mankind shall obstruct your mission or your search for the true riches of life.
Let me share with you, again, the secret you heard at your birth and forgot.
You are my greatest miracle.