Little Miracles 2008
I have never seen a crippled man walk, a blind man see, or anyone
rise from the dead. I've not seen any terminally ill person
instantly or magically healed. I've not seen anyone make a ball of
fire appear from the sky. I've not witnessed any miracles that the
word "miracles" normally conjures up.
I've seen miracles though, lots of them. Miracles are not just the
ones we have heard of but will probably never see. They're
everywhere, all around us, every day and we've all seen them. It
just that sometimes we don't recognize them. There are little
miracles all around us and they are every bit as much miracles as
those incredibly fantastic miracles that most of us will probably
If you look you will see little miracles everywhere.
Life, once buried under huge piles of snow, is now visible. The
tiny, nascent shoots of crocuses, barely showing through the frozen
mud, are little miracles. Frozen and buried for days and days under
huge piles of snow, their little green leaves are a reminder of the
miracle and the tenaciousness of life. These tiny green shoots are
little miracles to me.
I was walking a couple of days ago, on a particularly windy day, and
it was difficult for me to walk into the wind. But, as I looked up,
I saw a flock of birds flying northward in a perfect V. Though they
were flying into the teeth of the strong late-winter wind, they
appeared to float effortlessly above me - moving with such grace and
ease through the crystal-blue sky - while I struggled to walk below.
I stood and watched them until they flew out of sight and marveled
again at the wonder and variety of life.
The trail in the woods that I often walk through has been impassable
for most of this winter. I miss that part of my walk. However, this
week, I was finally able to navigate the trial and see "my woods"
again. Like an old friend, they seemed so familiar to me and walking
on the trail felt comfortable yet new. The little miracle of things
Along the trail, which winds through the leafless, sleeping trees of
winter, the ground, at first glance since brown and black - and
lifeless. When I looked closer, though, I realized those bleak,
seemingly lifeless woods, were very much alive. Small black
squirrels scurried along the forest floor, oblivious to my presence,
doing whatever it is that black squirrels do this time of year.
Whatever they do, they do in a hurry. I imagine that they might have
been foraging for food - or perhaps they were getting ready for
spring and their new families. Whatever they were doing, they were
all very busy scurrying about and seemed not to be bothered by my
intrusion upon their domain. I smiled as I watched them hurrying
about the forest.
I am sure as spring approaches, there will be many more little
miracles to see - and all I have to do is take the time to look.
Sometimes I get caught up in my life and I forget to take the time
to step back and really look at the world that surrounds. Spring
will bring many miracles and I want to see them all.
I don't want to miss the greening grass or that first
warm spring breeze that says "spring is here!". I want to be there
when the lifeless, barren trees of winter slowly awaken from their
winter dreams and greet a perfectly perfect spring morning. I want
to hear the birds singing when I awake in the morning. I want to
witness those first wispy, white, cotton candy castles sailing high
above me on that first warm, sunny spring afternoon.
Most people would say they've never seen a miracle, but they have.
They've seen many more than they can count,.
Miracles are not so rare. Look around. They are everywhere. Your
children, your friends, your pets, your memories, a bright blue sky,
a perfect spring day, or a tulip dressed in its finest spring colors
bursting open in the warm vernal sun. Miracles surround you, you
only have to look: A flock of birds, a sailboat pushed by the wind
on a glassy, mountain lake, a child flying a kite, a glowing, fiery
sunset, or the twinkling canopy of stars on a startlingly clear,
Spring reminds me of the wonder of the little miracles that happen
to us every day. The child's smile, the flowers, the wind, the sun,
the moon, the stars and all we take for granted. I look at the world
with the eyes of a child this time of year. Expecting the end of
winter I watch and wait for the greening of the world. The first
flowers are coming soon - despite the blanket of snow that covers
the landscape. But even the snowfakes that drift down from the sky,
unwelcome as they may be in March, are beautiful. Each one is unique
- each one a perfect crystal. Each one a little miracle.
Little miracles are all around and we see them everyday without even
noticing - but they are always there.
Maybe little miracles aren't so little after all.
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