Every day I wear socks. I open my sock drawer and there they are! It’s magic. I never run out. There’s always enough. Like Elisha and the widow’s oil (2nd Kings 4.1-7) or Jesus and the loaves and fishes (Matthew 15.32-38), they just keep multiplying. The socks are always there… clean, folded, in a variety of colors, and ready to wear.
Actually, I know how this trick works. It’s not really magic, but it
is miraculous. It’s the miracle of love.
Love puts clean socks in my drawer when I’m not looking so they appear when I need them. Somebody
loves me.
That’s the miracle. Love picks up, washes, dries, folds, and puts away my socks every day… it’s a
miracle! Someone chooses not to
“love in word, neither in tongue.” Instead, she loves “
in deed and in truth,” just like the Bible says in 1st John 3.18.
I am Elisha’s widow. I am one of five thousand whom Jesus fed. I am my wife’s clean sock recipient. I am the beneficiary of the miracle of love.