Not a large miracle, because it surely didn't happen the way one imagines the parting of the Red Sea when Moses touched it with his staff, nor is it like having seen the crippled neighbor suddenly rise up walking and leaping at the touch of Jesus.
It is more like wonder that unfolds over a long period of time, as when one savors the first juicy peach that comes from a rough, dry pit planted years ago, or as when one gazes in wonder at the luminescence of a statue carved day after day centuries ago by a master from a large block of what was, in his servant's eyes, quite unremarkable stone.
This little boy who had the ability to say very few words until he was three, and who couldn't make himself understood until much later, is where this timeline begins.
It travels through multiple ear surgeries, years of speech therapy, daily struggles with coping in the classroom, and a diagnosis of autism.
It ends with a man who is now a Master of English Rhetoric, who is pursuing a career in language instruction, and who is able to converse in three other languages.
Only the Sculptor of Heaven, the Tree of Life himself, could see the little boy as he was and know what he would become.
What is your block of granite?
I tell you...anticipate God's artwork and his seasons. The beauty, ultimately breath-taking, is so worth the wait.