I actually think Mini Miracles is a misnomer because miracles, IMO, can’t be classified. There aren’t big miracles and small miracles. All miracles are equally spectacular. That’s what makes them quite miraculous!
Today, I want to write about a few–in the spirit of gratitude too, since it is Thanksgiving!
First, I count it a miracle that Lindsay Page is still with us celebrating another Thanksgiving feast. I count it miraculous that my sisters, Annette and Sharee, both beat breast cancer and are today in Haiti celebrating. I count it miraculous that me, my daughter, and my niece Eden (who is quite the miracle too–she was supposed to be born blue as she’s missing a piece of her heart) we all able to go and visit Joyce. Joyce is a 62-year-old woman who never leaves her house. In fact, she rarely leaves her Lazy Boy chair. She is a large woman with an equally large heart. We took her down some food because she wasn’t interested in joining us for Thanksgiving dinner. And, actually, I don’t think “interested” is the appropriate word for I do believe she would have loved it, but she chooses not to get out and about. I asked her if we could bring her some food and visit. She said yes.
We had so much fun getting to know her better. She was married to an alcoholic for 37 years. She always wanted children (6 to be exact), but after her ectopic pregnancy, she couldn’t get pregnant ever again. She settled for dogs instead. In fact, she misses her pups sorely. I asked her why she didn’t get another one and she said because she couldn’t properly take care of it. Dogs need walking you know and she rarely gets out of her chair. haha
I told her she should get a cat. She seemed really interested in that, and that is when another miracle occurred. As we were leaving, a cat came running up to us. I picked it up and took the cat to Joyce so she could pet it. She was tickled pink. As were we.
Then, as we were driving home, we ran into Page’s crush. He was walking down the street. I have been dying to meet him and it was divine synchronicity. What are the chances that he would be walking that way at that precise time of day? No less miraculous than the appearance of that tabby cat!
Dr. Dyer said, “When we think and act like God, miracles occur.”
Well, we were definitely acting like God as we spent time serving his child. I know I was thinking like God too because my heart was full of love for this beautiful, homebound woman. I will never forget her infectious laughter, nor the condition of her feet and toes. I removed Joyce’s shoes to check out her swollen ankle. I’ve never before seen feet in such sad condition. They look leprous. I’m going back to scrub and clean them. I would love to take her for a professional pedicure, but first, I don’t know how I’d be able to move her or load her into my car. Second, I don’t think they would be willing to touch her feet. I can bring my accouterments to her house and service her there. God will give me the ability to clean them, he’s helped me do so before (although my grandfather’s feet were not nearly so sore).
Thank you God for all you do. For the many miracles in my life and for all my loving family and friends. I couldn’t keep back my tears of gratitude today as I thought about all my many blessings. God is so incredibly good. I’m grateful I feel His love for me and for others every single day. No mini miracles. Just many miracles! xoxo