William Bouguereau 1825- 1905
This year, I don't have to dig into any cliche' to come up with a reason to give thanks. For the last 3 1/2 years I have been on the outside looking in... mostly at festivities..all those folks..they sure seem to be having a good time! Turkey, trimmings...Christmas bells, trees...Easter flowers, Resurrection...I've watched, tearing at the heart on my sleeve...return to me, please, less craziness, please!
I do believe in miracles, but not necessarily for me. I had given up hope. But I think just a tiny bit of it clung, hidden, like lint. In of all places, my heart. So that when the prayer is answered, joy is found immediately, and you know how to use it.
The other day, I was reunited with my 12 year old granddaughter, after 3 1/2 years of being lost to each other. I believed that the moment would never arrive for us to be together again. So that out of the cliche' of a clear blue sky, I received that phone call where I pinched myself, and learned to walk on air.
Here is the cup that runneth over..It's filled with justice and fairness, for all our lives. In return, may we give kindness and love. Even if you haven't had a miracle lately, it's good to know that someone out there has!