When watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics, Sarah McLachlan sang this song. I've heard it before a million times over but this time it stuck with me and is STILL running around in my head. I guess it's reminding me of all the "ordinary" things we take for granted that are in fact miraculous and how I need to slow down and take them in.
Namely, of course, my kids. I mean seriously...do you know the science that goes into two miniscule objects coming together and actually fusing, then dividing, etc...!? Until you've had fertility issues, you may not. So knowing just how amazing it is for this to actually happen PROVES kids are miracles.
There are too many 'ordinary miracles' to name, both those we touch and emotions we feel. And obviously, everyone's definition of a 'miracle' to them is different. Just the fact a beautiful flower can start from a tiny, black spec. Or how a magestic oak tree starts from a small acorn we can use for eyes on a snowman. The way if I could have picked out any two kids in the world, I would have picked Ben and Shelby. When Ben tells me he loves me and somehow, it's exactly when I need to hear it. Or when Shelby says, "Mommy, you're beautiful." Ahhhhh. The way we are provided with peace or motivated to act. How things are delivered just when you need them most...and didn't even know you did.
Don't look past your ordinary miracles. Learn to appreciate them, if you don't already. Here's to taking time.
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