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My left leg was swollen for a long time after a nasty fall the year before. MY doctor told me there was nothing to help just elevate it and wear compression socks. I prayed about it asking God to heal it. Time passed…I didn’t pay attention to it.Then one day I looked and couldn’t believe my eyes My left leg is back to normal ! Prayer works …Thank You God!
The fact that the universe and its elements have aligned to make life on earth possible and sustainable is a miracle in itself. What are the odds?
The miracle of friendship.
I traveled to southern Oregon from eastern West Virginia to visit my cousin and the flowers in southern Oregon are just so incredibly beautiful … wild flowers, roses, lavendar … they are everywhere! To me the beauty and variety are miraculous as well as being able to see the vivid and myriad of colors is miraculous as well.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein
Yes the word miracle is overused, and
whether Einstein said this or not, I think it implies the practice of seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary which will nourish the practice of gratitude. THAT is the way to live.
Thank you for this, Nancy. I came back to read what others had shared after my grumpy-cat moment. This is an antidote to my linguistic and too-much-capitalism feelings in my post.
Appreciate you sharing the quote! A beautiful way to live.
The miracle of Love. The simple three-word sentence, “I Love You”. When the I and You disappear, there remains (always) Love.
“When the I and You disappear, there remains (always) Love”. – love this
Small miracles daily!
The latest one, my mom had so many religious statues, sacramentals and articles that we couldn’t take them all.
My research told me to bury what we didn’t need anymore in the ground as ground is sacred, or burn them.
I had no one or place to dig a whole big enough and metal won’t burn. So I put off what to do because I was at a loss!
I woke up yesterday knowing to take them all to a religious store. Found one not far. I went in and the man took them all and said he would find a good home for everything.
I cannot explain where that thought came from as I was focused on how, where to dig a hole, but amazingly overnight an answer came!
A small miracle for me:)
The sun is up, the birds are singing and the tree outside my window is alive with color and a gentle breeze. What could be more miraculous than that!
The fact that I am inside my house right now is a miracle. It took billions of years of evolution to go from chemical elements to stars and planets to life to humans to the industrial revolution, which was necessary to create the kind of house I live in. My house is an element of the universes ever-increasing thresholds of complexity.
the miracle to be able to read commentaries of people who are far abroad and feeling , thinking similar to me
So many! Out in my cottage in the Swedish forest. Flowers, the sun, the wind in the trees, my cat.. Everything is really a miracle if Im reminded to put on those lenses.
The amazing resilience of the human spirit in the Ukraine – the beauty of my garden and the sweet finches that come to the bird feeder – a loving, long-term relationship.
Grumpy cat here: The word “miracle” is overused. It’s supposed to be something we can’t explain with reference to natural or scientific laws. Now the word is used to sell “miracle” pills, salves, fast fixes–hope in a capsule or bottle, the promise that you can have something without having to put forth any effort. I’m grateful for many, many things that are not miracles. They are the workings of nature or the product of attention or effort or dedication or some other admirable quality. That’s enough for me.
Barb, Thank you. I found myself unable to answer this question. There have been several days of such a response recently. Your answer was so helpful and so right on for me.
Advances in medicine and technology are happening every day; the many components of our body enable us to breathe, run, dream, and eat. The sun rises and sets each day, tiny seeds grow into mighty trees, and we can now communicate with almost anyone anywhere. The Almighty’s power can be seen in every detail of our lives.
I am witnessing the miracle of being alive and having breath without the assistance of an apparatus.
Being awake with bodily systems working fairly well. Kevin mentioned outliving his mom. I, too, am grateful for my long life and have lived the history young folks read about. In my, almost 80 years, I have outlived my mom by 79 years, my dad 49 years, my older brother by 12 years, and my younger brother 30. Yikes. Forward! Thank you everyone for your sharing.
The miracle of another day. The earth made another rotation and started its wobble in the other direction. A cool breeze as my little view gets illuminated.
I suppose I’m living the miracles of my great-grandparents imaginings. I drove to work today; 27 miles in less than an hour. 100 years ago traveling 27 miles would take a day and on this day I’ll make that 27 mile trek twice: to work and to home.
I suppose there are other miracles around me that I’m just not particularly perceptive of.
Thank you Mark – your reflection is a great reminder to be grateful for our cars. It is amazing to think how far we’ve come with Transportation.
Today I look at my cats and realize what a miracle they are for me. These simple creatures give me such joy; it’s a miracle to me that watching them brings peace to my soul.
I don’t know about a miracle– but I’m truly impressed with the facets of our human capacity to evolve, the benefits of meditation and the unseen world in the universe colluding in this evolution.
I’m witnessing another day of migraines and surrendering.
Sending healing energy your way Antoinette:)
I’m so sorry Antoinette, I hope you can get some relief soon.
I woke up and am breathing! My cat just jumped up on the bench with me. The sun is shining thru the big window behind us. I can hear birds chirping outside. This new day is a miracle, and I’m grateful I get to be a part of it!
A new day, a rested body and calm within me.
I am witnessing the miracle of peace. By taking the time to listen to others and to take a moment to breathe the air each day. By sitting and listening to the world around me, I can feel the earth connecting with me and bringing peace. I can see the weight lift from the shoulders of those around me, just by sharing an ear, and listening.
When the sun shines on a lake early in the morning, the birds chirp and the breeze tickles the grass. The world shows me what peace can look like on a daily basis, so by opening up my eyes to the world and my ears to those around me.. I am starting to witness the miracle of peace.
Being alive is a miracle. Listening to the light summer breeze rustling the lush, green leaves is a miracle. Having gratitude for whatever unfolds today is, indeed, a miracle.
I am witnessing the miracle of resilience. I watch, even in my own life th will and drive to strive and do better in the face of adversity. While people may fall, fail, make mistakes, and experience terrible losses they contintue to get up and strive to be do and have more…all the while the option to quit, to give up, to throw in the towel is there.
Life, I am alive, my body working on its own.
I was given a chance to wake up into this brand new day. We retire in the evening with hopes and plans for the day to come, all without any guarantees whatsoever that the next new day will be ours to experience. My mother died in her sleep at the young age of 53 nearly 40 years ago. I’m 72, and privileged to be able to write these words this morning. That’s miracle enough.
Every heartbeat and every breath on this new day.
The miracle of late nighttime when all in my home are asleep, except for me…my friend Insomnia woke me about an hour ago, and it is just me and my friend in the stillness of the night….quiet, peaceful, dark, and for now cool outside, all is well.
Time to meditate, then go back to sleep to enjoy the miracle of sleep once more……
It’s truly always about surrender. So much different than submission and a reminder that vulnerability is not weakness.
Thank you for sharing Mary pat. I appreciate the way you surrender to your friend insomnia. I’surrender to migraines.
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