What Is A Miracle?

I strongly believe in miracles and that they happen around us every day. I am not speaking of the Red Sea parting or the dead rising again or the people surviving incurable diseases. Those are the types of miracles that everyone can recognize; the kind people talk about for years. Those are the miracles that we pray for, beg for, plead for, but too often never receive. Instead we witness the little miracles, not appreciating the splendor of them.

I watched it snowing this week, listening to traffic updates on my radio as I traveled back and forth to work. Every day I made it to work and back home safely. To me that is a miracle in itself. I have bitched and complained about yet another failed relationship. My family and friends still listen to me, sometimes begrudgingly, but still concerned and empathetic. That is definitely a miracle, since I am sure that I wear them out. My sister, who has seen too much sadness the past year, makes me laugh, encourages me, consoles me, loves me. It is a miracle that she is able to lay aside her grief to do all of that for me. My mom worries about me, nags to me, interrogates me, loves me, laughs with me. Considering all that I have put her through, it is a miracle that she is still willing to accept and love me. My children live productive, happy, solid lives. Because I was not always there for them when they needed me, it is a miracle that they became such wonderful people.

I vow to stop at least once a day to look around for those miracles that I have taken for granted. And not just look, but really see them and appreciate that I was a part of them. What miracles did you witness today that others may have not even noticed?