Expecting Miracles: I love words. They can cure, cajole, cripple, console and caress. I was just thinking how much I loved to type the words "expecting miracles" which is something I have done since I first really talked to God in my heart and head. I am always expecting my next miracle, yet I also look for ways to be a part of a miracle in others' lives too - maybe a small miracle, but a miracle, nonetheless.
I was about 6 years old, and walking home from Humewood Public School in Toronto where I had newly arrived from Romania with my mom and sister to join my dad. It was winter and I was wearing my "pufuletz" ( puffy coat in Romanian) and I was hurting both inside out out for I had just been beaten after school and pushed down the big snow hill that other kids had fun on. They laughed at me and hit me as they shoved me down the hill. I was six years old and had already been through so much. Eventually they left and I walked home the rest of the way. I remembered about God ( He lived in Church, I believed.... and I knew he had a Son). Even early on, I only wanted to go to the "top" - no middle managers for me, - I remember thinking that I would need to talk to GOD ( the Father, the boss. not his kid!) I later found out that the way to the Father is through the Son.
So I began my talk, and I poured out my little heart walking home. And I felt something back. A warmth, a calmness that I had never known. I see the sidewalk even now. I know exactly where I was standing. In front of the Mac's Milk looking towards our building on Raglan and seeing the above ground pool ( although I did not know what that structure was then). I think that was my first miracle, finding God, or God finding me as the broken child I was. That is when and where I got my strength, my resilience, and above all my FAITH.
This preamble, all to tell you (although I know no one is reading this) how I began believing in and expecting miracles. Today was the culmination of expecting in a rather bleak month full of all sorts of huge acts of walking in faith. I had FIVE miracles today - count them - 1,2,3,4,5! Today's act of courage is accepting the miracles that came my way today and working with them to give back. I had a conversation today that won't leave me. It opened my heart in shades of cornflower blue ( I did not even know that shade existed) and the colours of my scarf - magenta and purple. I will draw these colours as promised. Maybe it is the lack of connection during Covid, but I talked to someone today that I feel like I have been talking to all my life. I have only felt like that once before and he is gone. I better stop now. But ... I am expecting more miracles. Are you?
347 days to 55!