Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.
I hope this is true, because I’m in need of a miracle at the moment. The details aren’t really important, but I’ve been going through an especially difficult time the last few months. When things are stressful, I generally try to stay positive and keep the faith that things will work out—and most of the time, they do—but this time, unless a humdinger of a miracle shows up in the next few days, I’m facing a loss that will pretty much turn my life upside down.
Who knows? Maybe that’s what’s in the plan for me. A friend of mine shared with me on two occasions in the last couple of years (years that have essentially been a non-stop stress-fest) that, while she was meditating, she’d gotten an image of me as the phoenix rising from the ashes. It seems to me that I’ve already been through my share of ashes lately, but maybe not. Maybe this is the ashes part.
I hope not. I hope this is just another test of faith, to see if I truly believe the words of kindness girl…that I’m “being held, every step of the way.” In the meantime, if you have any spare miracles lying around, I’d be grateful if you’d send one my way.