June 2, 2014
1) an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
2) an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
Did we do this already? Am I having déjà vu? (or as auto correct prefers… déjà vulgar!). Miracles… miracles… we all want them. I know I do… not those little dinky things either. I want the whole cannoli … or the whole pizza… or however the saying goes… but… I want it all! Why not? I’m a good girl right? (Quiet in the peanut gallery… you know who you are!) Aren’t good things supposed to happen to good people? I know… there’s a whole book to the contrary, and someone made beaucoup bucks on it so I’m thinking they’ve got the skinny on this. And, since I already have the Italian and French represented in this conversation I would be remiss in not pointing out that ja, danke, I do believe in miracles, and I do believe in God, but really… I’m thinking God has different plans this time around and I guess that’s okay. I’ve come to terms with that… not necessarily composer Michael Gore’s terms, but hey… terms I can live with!. My miracles are the day to day seemingly small ones. I say seemingly because they really are not small. When you think about it they’re pretty damn huge. And I guess it all goes back to God working through each of us, because He ain’t a knockin’ too loudly at my door! And before anyone gets offended – I mean that jokingly… sort of… (My God has a good sense of humor!) So what I mean is that God works through all of us – all of you… because He isn’t here in the earthly tangible sense. You are all my miracles like it or not… (I know I just put huge responsibility on you !) He uses us to do His work. He uses us to be His miracle workers. So… that kind word you said… that hug you gave… that favor you did… could very well have been a miracle to someone. The people I am blessed to have in my life are my miracles – answers to my prayers, because – hey… good things happen to good people! Oh! Wait! Quieres bailar conmigo?