Re-live your Miracles

miracle_Image by Fathromi Ramdlon from PixabayOn her son’s second birthday, I wished my young friend a “Happy Birthing Day.” (Really, moms do the labor and babies get the attention!) Her response triggered something in my heart. She said, “I love thinking of what I was doing each hour two years ago.” I replied,

“I think it’s important to re-live our miracles and let the awe envelop us again.”

Those words nestled in my mind and I’ve been thinking about them ever since. So often I have rejoiced in a miracle, a special grace, a breath-taking beauty and let the moment fade. Life goes on, at a rapid pace, and so do I. But today I accept a challenge and extend it to you—

Let’s pause to remember and

re-live our miracles,

reflect on our special moments,

savor the grace,

feel the awe once again,

and allow our hearts to swell with gratitude.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord; I sing for joy at what your hands have done. How great are your works, Lord, how profound your thoughts! Psalm 92:4-5

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I Love Ps

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I don’t mean P-E-A-S.

I mean Ps, such as pickles, potatoes, pistachios and peaches.

I love pairs of pajamas and plush, puffy slippers,

Polka dot patterns and paisleys and plaids.

I love patent leather pumps, toe-less, back-less, high heels or flats.

I love the pond and pines in the park where I promenade.

I love pumpkin pies, pecan pies and pepperoni pizza pies;

Peanut butter (not plain, but packed with peanuts) plastered on pumpernickel toast.

I love purses with pockets,

Pinwheels and paddle boats and pacifiers for babies.

I love pronouncements of love, professions of faith, pulsating promises.

I passionately love paper pages–not eBooks on tablets, but paper from printing presses I can personally feel and smell and caress with my fingers.

I love the sight of pastures and prairies and the pointy peaks of mountains.

Ponderous polar bears, ponies, and Poohs,

proud peacocks with plumes.

I love pronouncing words like Piccadilly and persnickety,

Hearing the plunk of pennies plopping in piggy banks.

I love peace, peace-keeping and peacemakers.

I love the perfume of percolating coffee permeating the air,

Pineapple, pancakes, and pina coladas (plain virgin that is).

I love parties and picnics, pig pickins and parades,

The perplexity of pyramids,

Patterned paper plates,

Pretty pearls and parasols and the color periwinkle.

I love pussy willows,

pansies and phloxes, poppies and poppy seeds;

Piano pieces–peaceful or perky.

I’m passionate about the pursuit of purpose,

Perseverance, persistence and pushing past problems.

I love children’s playgrounds and playhouses and pretending.

I love puzzles and poems and the practicality of permanent press.

I love the words providence, prudence and parlor.

I love people and paper and pillows.

How about you? Do you love Ps? Or Bs, Ls or Ts? Pick a letter and let your mind wander through the things you love that begin with that letter. I’m sure that what happened to me will happen to you — suddenly you’ll find gratitude swelling your heart. And, who knows, maybe you’ll discover a new way of giving thanks around the table this Thanksgiving.

I’d love to hear from you. Tell me your letter and six (or sixteen things) you love.

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