The Quiet Miracle of Regeneration

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Alyona Bogolyubova

Not long ago, I cut my finger—badly. The pain startled me, and I panicked. My husband, calm as ever, reassured me: “It’s nothing serious. We’ll clean it up, bandage it. It’ll heal in a week. That’s how it works.”

And he was right. Those simple words calmed me, but they also got me thinking.

You injure yourself. You clean the wound, cover it with a bandage—and then what? You wait. One day passes. Then two, three, maybe more, depending on the severity. Eventually, you stop feeling pain beneath the bandage. You peel it off, and there it is: soft pink skin. A fresh scar. Give it a few weeks more, and even that might disappear completely.

Regeneration. The body rebuilding itself, cell by cell. We treat it as ordinary. But isn’t it a miracle?

Break a stone, and it stays broken. But the human body—like all living things—can repair itself.

God, the Creator, is also a Healer. He restores what is broken within us—again and again. Bones knit back together. Skin regrows. And we treat these marvels as routine. We say, “Feel better soon,” and we wait. But in that waiting, something holy is happening. God is at work.

A woman expecting a child waits too. Yes, she tries to stay healthy, but she cannot control the miraculous process unfolding inside her. Parents say, “We’re expecting,” as if a delivery were on the way. And then—a child appears. A unique human being. A miracle so immense we forget to call it one.

Day becomes night, and night turns back to day. Seasons change. Spring replaces winter, as it always has. Our planet, in its delicate atmospheric balance, continues to sustain life. Food grows in soil just steps from where we live.

We say: “It’s only natural.” That animals reproduce and nurture their young. That squirrels know how to crack nuts. That cats instinctively clean themselves. But who gave them those instincts?

A week later, I removed the bandage. My wound had healed. I looked at my hand—and saw not just skin, but a reminder: This is a miracle.

Glory to You, O Lord, for the life You have created, and for the care You give to all of us, living on this small and miraculous planet.

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