being transformed into the same

I think I forget that every instance is a miracle, that the saving no matter the circumstance is something otherworldly. Tonight, headed to share an instance, a saving, my own; feeling uncomfortable, as if in the midst of people with own stories much longer and accomplished than the length of my entirety much less since the instant, since the saving, mine is somehow not miraculous. But that's the thing to remember: the big picture miracle is that the instances, the savings all unique, all miraculous, all individualized. The sharing of each of these paints the giant canvas that is the saving grace of God.