Friday, April 16, 2010

Dear God,

Why do miracles exist? What is the purpose of a miracle? Why do some people believe and others have to have more proof? Why do some see and others do not?

I have had my share of miracles in life. I'm not bragging; I have no reason to brag. I don't think miracles are given to people because they are more special than someone else. Our status in life has nothing to do with making a miracle happen. I believe miracles are all about you.

Last weekend I went to a gardening show at our county fairground. I saw one of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. A white bleeding heart is gorgeous, delicate and well, beautiful. I've seen pink bleeding hearts but not white. I wanted to buy one but it is mostly for shady areas. It wouldn't work for my garden so I passed it by but I kept thinking about it especially when my friend bought three of the plants.

A couple of days ago I walked around the side of the house and I could not believe my eyes. Growing in my garden was a white bleeding heart. Where? Where had it come from? Weeks before I cleaned out the weeds in that bed. I noticed that the three plants that I planted a few years back were not doing well. One had died, one had a few green spots and the third had disappeared completely. I realized I would have to buy more plants. I gave it no more thought. Imagine my shock to see the plant three or four weeks later. It was clear that it had come up on its own; there was no evidence that it had been recently planted. I couldn't believe it.

Yesterday I asked my friend if she had planted one of her plants in my garden. As a CPA she had had no time to plant. Since we have lived in this house for more than 15 years and the plant had never come up before, we concluded it was a miracle.

What I am sure of is this: I believe you author miracles all the time. I don't know why. I don't know where they will unfold or to whom. I just know that miracles influence lives and they turn our minds and souls toward you if only for an instant. Perhaps they exist in order to turn our heads.

Turn, turn, turn
my heart
toward you,
Great Miracle Maker.
Let my
mind believe
even before
I see
with my
own eyes.
Let my faith
always be real,
a dynamic process
of belief, gesture,
practice and joy.
Remind me
that you are
God of the universe,
capable of
all things.
Let miracles
spur us
to greater faith,
respect,
appreciation
and love.

As always, Andrea