Miracle in His hands

John 9:1-3

“And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.

And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind?

Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.”

Pain, when touched by the hand of God, must yield to His purpose. Even the most broken parts of us cannot escape His transforming touch.

When Jesus knelt to heal the blind man, He mixed His spit with dirt—earthly, common, forgotten. Yet, in His hands, that dirt became divine, a sacred part of a miracle. What was once despised became a treasure, simply because it was His.

In God’s care, nothing is lost. Not the sorrow, not the shame, not the tears. He weaves even our deepest wounds into His story of redemption.

So, bring Him your pain. Unpack it. Lay it bare. Trust Him to create beauty where there was none.

What you thought would break you, He will use to heal others. What seemed like an end, He will make a beginning. Trust the miracle waiting in His hands.