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I am grateful for the teacher in grade school

who, when this lesson arose,

taught me how to count…

well past my fingers and my toes

I never guessed how important

that skill would turn out to be…

for each day it helps me keep a count

of all the miracles I see. 

Since most of them are unplanned

there are things about miracles people do not understand…

For instance: many people think seeing miracles

is not the rule…but the exception…

However…if we want to see more miracles in life

all we have to do is alter our perception.

On the day she was born…her Nana scooped her in her arms

and pointed to a rainbow stretched across the sky of blue

“Do you believe in miracles my little angel?” She asked. 

“I do…and someday you will too.”

She was too young to know what her Nana was talking about…

too young on that day…to perceive….

too young to understand miracles…too young, yet, to believe…

On the nights of her first Christmas, Easter, birthday…and many nights after

her Nana scooped her in her arms

she talked about family…described all the things that love can do…

then asked, “Do you believe in miracles my little angel?  

“I do and someday you will too.”

Even when she grew too big to scoop up in her arms

Nana would hug her…oh, the tales of miracles she would weave….

and somewhere along the way wrapped in the arms of her Nana

she started to believe.

After years of listening to her Nana…

and all the stories of miracles she would share

not only did she believe in miracles…

like her Nana…she began to see them everywhere…

On her wedding day…her Nana put her arms around her

“I couldn’t be happier,’ she said…for this day…and for you

Then whispered, “Do you believe in miracles my little angel?” 

“I do!” Her granddaughter smiled then whispered, “because of you…I do!”

On the night her great granddaughter was born…

now Great Nana scooped her in her arms…

brought her to the window pointed to the moon, the stars, and all the planets too…

then asked, “Do you believe in miracles my little angel?” 

“I do and someday you will too.”

Then she gently placed this little miracle into the arms of another miracle…

happy she will be in her life with tales of miracles to weave…

and as the two miracles slept before her….she smiled…

confident that…one day…when it comes to miracles…

this new little angel will believe.

If you believe, as I do, in fairy tales….

then believe this message from Little Jack Horner….

who with only his thumb discovered

miracles can be found in the most unlikely of corners

I think a lot about miracles…

How our our life and miracles intertwine.

How those things we can’t explain….and those we can

have a link to the Divine.

It begins for all of us the day we’re born…with the miracle of our birth.

The miracle of how we find ourselves upon this planet Earth.

From there the rest is easy…all we have to do is look around

for everywhere we look…miracles abound.

On my walk this morning…I hand’t traveled very far

when I looked up through the darkness to see a shooting star!

The crickets’ song was floating on an early morning breeze.

accompanying the crickets were two owls…singing from the trees.

I touched the water in the bay…tasted the salt upon my tongue…

with every breath I took I felt the air fill up my lungs.

I passed the bookstore where I work…and where I’ve often found

not only in the pages of the books but in the store itself…do miracles abound.

I passed the hospital where miracles are performed and wished for every day.

I passed the church with a Peace Pole at its entrance…

where inside….for miracles we pray.

I began and ended my walk at my home…

where Deborah was sleeping and where our family grew….

and I had to stop and smile thinking…this house has seen a miracle or two.

Yes, each day I am alive…I am blessed to find…

I live in a world where my daily life and miracles intertwine.

“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”

I love this quote by Albert Einstein…I’ve read it a hundred times before…

and it was in my head this morning as I headed out the door.

You see, I grew up thinking miracles had to be momentous…divine in their design…

Like healing the sick, feeding the hungry or turning water into wine.

But who am I to quibble with Albert Einstein…a brilliant man who wrote a lot of books!

who believed miracles can be discovered…everywhere I look.

So I decided to test Albert’s theory…to make sure he’s not just ‘all talk’.

by making a list of miracles I encountered on my morning walk.

The trees, the grass, the flowers were the first miracles to catch my eye.

The air we breathe, the moon, the stars…the clouds up in the sky.

The rabbits, the dogs and cats…little miracles who walks along with me.

The insects…like the crickets and the butterflies…miracles a little harder for me to see.

Halfway through my walk and still more miracles remain… 

The ocean made me think of water…like rivers, lakes and rain.

An opossum crossed my path…I heard the waking of the birds…

And isn’t it a miracle that we can put our thoughts down into words?

As I walked up my driveway…with those birds singing high above

I had to smile as I thought about the miracle of love.

When I saw my reflection in the window I thought how I am a miracle too

which, of course, means, if Albert and I are correct…so are you….and you…and you.

Yes, I grew up thinking miracles had to be momentous…like turning water into wine

that for miracles to be miracles they must be divine in their design.

But with Albert’s help I now realize from a single drop of dew…to the brightest shining star

When I look at all the miracles around me…that’s exactly what they are.