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Ordinary Miracles
Einstein said that we could live two ways. One way is as if nothing is a miracle. The other as if everything is a miracle. I live that quote by the latter part.
In the darkest parts of night, I think too much. My mind goes a hundred miles a minute and I can get dizzy laying in my bed without ever having the luxury of a good stiff drink. I am a worrier by nature, by heredity and by being blessed/cursed with an overactive imagination and yet, I am a believer in miracles in whatever form they take. I am merely impatient for them to arrive.
I am also learning to be a bit more specific in what I pray for too. I am sure God knows what I actually mean yet I think he tries to teach me a lesson or two along the way.
Last year I prayed for my stinking old faded— red to hot pink van that sounded like a spaceship taking off to just last until August. “Please, God.” I begged. “Just let this damn van last until August when I get my bonus so I can find another car.” It did. It died on August 11. However, I needed to be more specific as my bonus arrived almost two weeks later. But to me—that van creeping on and on for months on end lasted me and this was a miracle in my life. That van itself was the vehicle in several miracles. I happened to get a flat tire literally in front of the tire place where I had bought tires a few years before. My warranty had expired but someone else with the last name Basile still had a warranty and the service man took pity on me and gave me a tire. I had driven on the tire all morning. It could have blown out anywhere, but instead it blew out right in the spot I needed it to.
Though some may see it more as a tragedy to suffer out driving a van in a heat wave with no air conditioning and windows that did not roll down—I was still able to get to work each day. Of course I prayed each time I got in the stupid thing, but God made it last until August like I asked. And though this is a small thing, a small miracle, it helped me continue on in life.
We do not need a big ka-bang to have had a miracle in our lives. There does not have to be a burning bush, a fire breathing dragon slain, a neon lettered sign hanging in the sky with fireworks spelling out, “Hey you! Miracle coming—watch for it now!” We simply have to notice that what happened—shouldn’t have but it did anyway. We only have to see that we are somehow changed by what happens.
Sometimes people are put into our lives simply to be a miracle. It’s funny really, a dear friend of mine who is not a believer in miracles helped create one. He helped me to save someone whom I love very much and never realized he was the miracle. And it doesn’t matter what he believes—he is a miracle to me along with all of the other miraculous people who helped. There have been so many people in my life who have simply stepped in at the least expected time and changed my world. It isn’t luck(because mine isn’t very good). It isn’t even chance. It is what it is. You do not have to believe in miracles for them to happen. They happen anyway.
Does it mean my life is free of heartache? Does it mean that I live the life of Riley? Does it mean that things are easy and wonderful and perfect because I believe in miracles? Does it mean I never fear or question or wonder how I will get through what I have to get through?
Absolutely not.
It means that no matter how much I worry and no matter how much real or imagined tragedy may haunt me—I have hope that a miracle may just be waiting to appear as soon as I turn my head. I just have to stop a moment and notice.
Monika M. Basile
In the darkest parts of night, I think too much. My mind goes a hundred miles a minute and I can get dizzy laying in my bed without ever having the luxury of a good stiff drink. I am a worrier by nature, by heredity and by being blessed/cursed with an overactive imagination and yet, I am a believer in miracles in whatever form they take. I am merely impatient for them to arrive.
I am also learning to be a bit more specific in what I pray for too. I am sure God knows what I actually mean yet I think he tries to teach me a lesson or two along the way.
Last year I prayed for my stinking old faded— red to hot pink van that sounded like a spaceship taking off to just last until August. “Please, God.” I begged. “Just let this damn van last until August when I get my bonus so I can find another car.” It did. It died on August 11. However, I needed to be more specific as my bonus arrived almost two weeks later. But to me—that van creeping on and on for months on end lasted me and this was a miracle in my life. That van itself was the vehicle in several miracles. I happened to get a flat tire literally in front of the tire place where I had bought tires a few years before. My warranty had expired but someone else with the last name Basile still had a warranty and the service man took pity on me and gave me a tire. I had driven on the tire all morning. It could have blown out anywhere, but instead it blew out right in the spot I needed it to.
Though some may see it more as a tragedy to suffer out driving a van in a heat wave with no air conditioning and windows that did not roll down—I was still able to get to work each day. Of course I prayed each time I got in the stupid thing, but God made it last until August like I asked. And though this is a small thing, a small miracle, it helped me continue on in life.
We do not need a big ka-bang to have had a miracle in our lives. There does not have to be a burning bush, a fire breathing dragon slain, a neon lettered sign hanging in the sky with fireworks spelling out, “Hey you! Miracle coming—watch for it now!” We simply have to notice that what happened—shouldn’t have but it did anyway. We only have to see that we are somehow changed by what happens.
Sometimes people are put into our lives simply to be a miracle. It’s funny really, a dear friend of mine who is not a believer in miracles helped create one. He helped me to save someone whom I love very much and never realized he was the miracle. And it doesn’t matter what he believes—he is a miracle to me along with all of the other miraculous people who helped. There have been so many people in my life who have simply stepped in at the least expected time and changed my world. It isn’t luck(because mine isn’t very good). It isn’t even chance. It is what it is. You do not have to believe in miracles for them to happen. They happen anyway.
Does it mean my life is free of heartache? Does it mean that I live the life of Riley? Does it mean that things are easy and wonderful and perfect because I believe in miracles? Does it mean I never fear or question or wonder how I will get through what I have to get through?
Absolutely not.
It means that no matter how much I worry and no matter how much real or imagined tragedy may haunt me—I have hope that a miracle may just be waiting to appear as soon as I turn my head. I just have to stop a moment and notice.
Monika M. Basile
