2014 Miracle Yearbook

This is more than just us. If the stars dancing above could shout, they would tell us the stories of those who walked here first. The fields we see as walls might gossip, sharing with us the past-curfew escapades of restless students from years long ago. Perhaps the howling wind would wrap us in remembered prayers and muttered conversations, important moments in important lives we are still somehow connected to. And the roads out of our self-imposed bubble would recount the many heavy hearts they carried away. But the tapestry isn’t finished. It fringes off, and our woven tendrils reach into the world, tying themselves into businesses and churches, cities and neighborhoods. Something in the thread is magnetic; it draws other fabrics and other stories. Our thousands become tens of thousands, and millions on top of that. Our story is more than Cedarville, it is more than this quick blink, this finite moment. We have been hemmed and embroidered, gathered and lined and promised a part in this infinite shawl, wrapping the earth in a grace we could never deserve. This is not our story. This is His.