In truth,
I don’t see many miracles as ‘quiet’ or ‘small’,
although I have tried very hard.
However,
I did experience what could be called a quiet miracle yesterday,
after my husband asked me to take a label
and a rather large check to UPS
while I was out doing my Wednesday errands.
I gathered my cloth shopping bags,
my purse,
two cards I wanted to mail,
the label and check,
and my keys.
My first stop
was the mailbox at the end of the drive,
where I deposited the two cards and raised the flag for pick-up.
Next,
I drove to town to the UPS store
and prepared to go in with the label and check.
The check was nowhere to be found,
either on the seat, the floor, or in my purse.
Panicked,
I drove back home,
hoping to get to the mailbox before the cards had been picked up,
which I did,
but there was no check in either the mailbox
or on the snow in the driveway or the garage.
My options were narrowing down.
I unlocked the door
and looked on the kitchen table, the counter,
the bench,
and had nearly given up,
madly trying to think what I would say to my husband
(the check was irreplaceable).
It was then
that I saw it on the floor,
partially hidden under the cat food tray.
I suppose
in the grand scheme of things
it was a quiet miracle,
but I felt so much relief
that I had to sit down for a minute
and say, ‘thank you.’ ♥
*I celebrate the miracle that I am alive and that I even exist. Life had to play out as it did for my parents to meet and to marry.
If my parents had been together just a few moments later, a different child, rather than me would have been conceived.
*If evolution had taken a slightly different turn, would I even be here?
*And I could take this back even further to the timing of the beginning of the universe. 😲😇
So I think it’s miraculous that I, this person named Mary, even exists.
*Further the workings of my heart, lungs, brain, and my consciousness are mind boggling and work so well.
*These are all miracles that if I stop to think about them, I can whole heartedly celebrate. It’s all so very amazing!
Not a quiet miracle at all,
dear Mary!
It is a wonder beyond wonders,
far beyond our ability to fully understand.
The details of what makes things happen
are beyond comprehension,
and too precise to be random,
speaking of which–
what if you hadn’t been conceived and born?
What if your mother became pregnant
a few weeks earlier
or a few weeks later?
How different today would look.
It all sort of makes me think of a Robert Frost poem,
especially the last line . . .
” Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Makes you think,
doesn’t it?
I am in great AWE of it all,
as I think you are too. ♥
My miracle today is that for all practical purposes my body is fully functioning and ready to endure whatever this winter storm brings. I give thanks for that in so many ways.
The miracle that there are still thousands of human beings that truly care for others and for Mother Earth. I know Richard Rohr speaks through the Christian Myth lens but his reading this morning says something so important. It speaks from an eternal point of view. For me, If something is eternal, “it always was, is and always will be.” It’s beyond time which is our invention anyway! I’m very grateful for this reading this morning. It makes me think of God in native American terms as the Great Spirit. https://cac.org/daily-meditations/god-is-calling-every-one/
The miracle of a strong cup of coffee. The miracle of another dawn. The miracle of my functioning body.
The truth is, I don’t believe in miracles, per se.
I believe there are amazing and unexpected and improbable things going on around me all the time.
This is the nature of reality. And when I can be open and willing and pay attention, these things become apparent.
The miracle of touch. Sensation coming through the fingers and registering texture, objects, shapes in our surroundings. Our hands’ ability to grasp, apply pressure, gesture, fight, play, sculpt, make music, dig, sew, caress, braid, and so much more.
Love this, Drea! I often have my students roll their wrists around and wiggle their fingers telling them to be grateful for all their hands do for them every day. It really is so much! And I am grateful as my fingertips touch the keys on this laptop 🙂
The quiet miracle I would love to celebrate in this moment is sleeping. It’s not simply a miracle, but also a gift, because not all living things can enjoy it. After a good sleep, I wake up fresh for another gift of a new day. If something upset me yesterday, it’s replaced with joy for the new day! Happy Friday, everyone! 🦗
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The quiet miracles of prayers. I truly believe and have witnessed them come true 🙏
In truth,
I don’t see many miracles as ‘quiet’ or ‘small’,
although I have tried very hard.
However,
I did experience what could be called a quiet miracle yesterday,
after my husband asked me to take a label
and a rather large check to UPS
while I was out doing my Wednesday errands.
I gathered my cloth shopping bags,
my purse,
two cards I wanted to mail,
the label and check,
and my keys.
My first stop
was the mailbox at the end of the drive,
where I deposited the two cards and raised the flag for pick-up.
Next,
I drove to town to the UPS store
and prepared to go in with the label and check.
The check was nowhere to be found,
either on the seat, the floor, or in my purse.
Panicked,
I drove back home,
hoping to get to the mailbox before the cards had been picked up,
which I did,
but there was no check in either the mailbox
or on the snow in the driveway or the garage.
My options were narrowing down.
I unlocked the door
and looked on the kitchen table, the counter,
the bench,
and had nearly given up,
madly trying to think what I would say to my husband
(the check was irreplaceable).
It was then
that I saw it on the floor,
partially hidden under the cat food tray.
I suppose
in the grand scheme of things
it was a quiet miracle,
but I felt so much relief
that I had to sit down for a minute
and say, ‘thank you.’ ♥
My first thought was … the cat did it! 😆
Yes, it must have been the cat! 🙀😸😊
🙂
St. Anthony comes to mind – finder of lost things.
St. Anthony is my friend,
dear Michele . . .
I lose or misplace things
all of the time. ♥
I can feel your gratitude and relief.
Relief isn’t the word,
dear SunnyPatti . . .
I was weak in the knees. 🙂
Nothing sooths me so as finding a misplaced anything, dear Sparrow
Me too,
dear Joseph,
and I misplace a lot of things . . .
always have. 🙂
*I celebrate the miracle that I am alive and that I even exist. Life had to play out as it did for my parents to meet and to marry.
If my parents had been together just a few moments later, a different child, rather than me would have been conceived.
*If evolution had taken a slightly different turn, would I even be here?
*And I could take this back even further to the timing of the beginning of the universe. 😲😇
So I think it’s miraculous that I, this person named Mary, even exists.
*Further the workings of my heart, lungs, brain, and my consciousness are mind boggling and work so well.
*These are all miracles that if I stop to think about them, I can whole heartedly celebrate. It’s all so very amazing!
Sending peace and love to all, and happy Friday!
Thank you Mary.
You are most welcome, Joseph.
So very true!
Yes, all small miracles with big consequences. ♥️
Not a quiet miracle at all,
dear Mary!
It is a wonder beyond wonders,
far beyond our ability to fully understand.
The details of what makes things happen
are beyond comprehension,
and too precise to be random,
speaking of which–
what if you hadn’t been conceived and born?
What if your mother became pregnant
a few weeks earlier
or a few weeks later?
How different today would look.
It all sort of makes me think of a Robert Frost poem,
especially the last line . . .
” Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Makes you think,
doesn’t it?
I am in great AWE of it all,
as I think you are too. ♥
Yes, thank you Sparrow.
My miracle today is that for all practical purposes my body is fully functioning and ready to endure whatever this winter storm brings. I give thanks for that in so many ways.
My breath.
This gift of a new beautiful day.
Central HEAT. 🙏🏻
🕊️♥️
Yes,
dear PKR,
especially on a day like this . . .
central heat. ♥
The sun came up and it is a beautiful sunny day in the Pacific Northwest.
🌞
Finding joy amidst deep grief.
❤️
Ah,
yes,
dear Carly . . .
joy hides in the most unexpected places. ♥
You are in my heart.
The miracle that there are still thousands of human beings that truly care for others and for Mother Earth. I know Richard Rohr speaks through the Christian Myth lens but his reading this morning says something so important. It speaks from an eternal point of view. For me, If something is eternal, “it always was, is and always will be.” It’s beyond time which is our invention anyway! I’m very grateful for this reading this morning. It makes me think of God in native American terms as the Great Spirit.
https://cac.org/daily-meditations/god-is-calling-every-one/
The miracle of a strong cup of coffee. The miracle of another dawn. The miracle of my functioning body.
The truth is, I don’t believe in miracles, per se.
I believe there are amazing and unexpected and improbable things going on around me all the time.
This is the nature of reality. And when I can be open and willing and pay attention, these things become apparent.
Amen, Charlie. May we all have eyes to see and ears to hear.
A friend sent a video of a piano performance titled Snowfall. It was quiet and meditative. I was imagining snow falling.
The miracle of touch. Sensation coming through the fingers and registering texture, objects, shapes in our surroundings. Our hands’ ability to grasp, apply pressure, gesture, fight, play, sculpt, make music, dig, sew, caress, braid, and so much more.
💗
Love this, Drea! I often have my students roll their wrists around and wiggle their fingers telling them to be grateful for all their hands do for them every day. It really is so much! And I am grateful as my fingertips touch the keys on this laptop 🙂
Hope your healing is going well 🙏🏼
Thank you Sunnypatti! Healing is going well, and I have so much appreciation for hands and fingers because of it!
I too,
dear Drea,
often wonder at the magnificent things that hands can do. ♥
The gift of hands and the miracle of touch!
That my bodily systems work.
The quiet miracle I would love to celebrate in this moment is sleeping. It’s not simply a miracle, but also a gift, because not all living things can enjoy it. After a good sleep, I wake up fresh for another gift of a new day. If something upset me yesterday, it’s replaced with joy for the new day! Happy Friday, everyone! 🦗
🙂
My Ngoc, it’s always fun sleeping with you.
NGOC You are very wise. Thank you.
Having my family and I still around is a quiet miracle worth celebrating. Enjoy while it lasts. It’s scary in Minnesota.
My thoughts continue to be with you and all Minnesotans – sending peace and love.
My hat is off to you Loc, and all residents of Minnesota.
I am so proud of the brave Miinesotoins
for their strength, courage,
and values.
Be safe,
dear Loc. ♥
LOC, Sending loving energy your way.
My thoughts are with you in Minnesota.
I am so glad that the people are resisting and showing so much bravery. 🙏
Wishing you peace in the extreme cold, and safety.
Next to me is a votive candle, lit, filling my space with calm and beauty. I am so fortunate for this tiny miracle which sets a tone for my day.🩷
beautiful imagery – I love lighting candles throughout the house in the evening – you are correct – it sets such a calming beautiful magical tone.