I’m often confronted by things about which I have no certainty at all. But I for sure believe in miracles. For me a miracle is seeing the world with light in your eyes. It’s knowing there’s always hope and possibility where none seems to exist. Many people are so closed to miracles that even when one is boldly staring them in the face, they label it as coincidence. I call it like I see it. To me, miracles are confirmation that something larger than us is at work. I believe they happen not just sometimes but every single day, if we are open to seeing them.
In my own life, miracles often involve the simplest things, like being able to getting up every morning at the time my dogs decides its morning. Or being exhausted after a run with my dogs and coming home and having a refreshing breakfast… A miracle is watching a sunset the colour of strained peaches and seeing it turn to rasberries by the end of the evening walk. Its hav ing fresh figs with mango for breakfast… Its admiring the plants in my garden jump to new life after the rains. It’s the sound of the birds and their individual songs and the moment when I wonder, Are the singing to each toher, to themselves, or just to be heard?
A miracle is the chance to roll in the grass with Bailey and Bella our dogs – and enjoy a full Sunday stretched before me with no obligations, no plans, no place to be. It’s the chance to come back to myself after a week of going, going, going and have time to finally just be – alone.
To feel the joy of this glorious life – and have the chance to live it!
I know that the big miracles we’re waiting on are happening right in front of us, at every moment, with every breath.
Open your eyes and heart and you’ll begin to see them.
Much love
