Sometimes, our higher power or greater good comes through in unexpected ways. We can choose to recognize those moments of grace or we can sleep walk through our days. It's hard to see those unexpected and often tiny "ways" as miracles, but what if they are?
I've had such moments in the last few days and I've noticed them. I was in Maine with family for the holidays. I slept well every night. Miracle. It wasn't always easy. Sometimes, I had to ask for divine intervention to keep all the inner demons in check.
What does it mean to ask for divine intervention? As I read somewhere, it's unlikely that the Big Dude or greater good is going to help your football team win, for example. But it might help you or me have a gentler attitude when we watch that game. Here's how I think of my higher being. It's a "he" today. He raises me up. I rise to meet him. Together, we become my higher power or greatest good. That entity sees and accomplishes miracles.
That entity faces its less-than-helpful behaviors and tries something different. Driving home from my brother's home in Maine, it was dark and there were predictions of a terrible storm the next day. It occurred to me that I might get snowbound in my hotel where there was no restaurant. Procrastination is one of my personal challenges. My higher self took charge. It drove me into a convenience store where I filled my gas tank, bought bottles of water, granola bars, and yogurt.
The next day I was snowbound. I was prepared and unafraid. My higher power had seen to it that I had food and water. Yesterday, the snow stopped and I went out to my car. Snowplows had piled snow up all around it. I took a deep breath and borrowed a shovel. I shoveled for an hour. When I was finished, my heart was pounding and I was shaking. I wanted to go back in my room and not face the five hour drive home. Truly a higher being took charge again. Step-by-step, I carried my luggage through the snow to the car.
Where are the miracles? Two months ago, I would have worried all night about whether I should drive home and so I wouldn't have slept. I wouldn't have filled the tank or gotten supplies. I would have churned with guilt because I didn't go out to my brother's that day. I would have blamed myself for everything and railed at the gods as well.
Instead, it was all in sync. I was serene and living only this moment's challenges. I did what needed to be done to be safe. And, I was happy and grateful. On the way home, I sang: "And he will raise me up on eagle's wings." That's how I felt. How is that not a miracle? Roxie
I've had such moments in the last few days and I've noticed them. I was in Maine with family for the holidays. I slept well every night. Miracle. It wasn't always easy. Sometimes, I had to ask for divine intervention to keep all the inner demons in check.
What does it mean to ask for divine intervention? As I read somewhere, it's unlikely that the Big Dude or greater good is going to help your football team win, for example. But it might help you or me have a gentler attitude when we watch that game. Here's how I think of my higher being. It's a "he" today. He raises me up. I rise to meet him. Together, we become my higher power or greatest good. That entity sees and accomplishes miracles.
That entity faces its less-than-helpful behaviors and tries something different. Driving home from my brother's home in Maine, it was dark and there were predictions of a terrible storm the next day. It occurred to me that I might get snowbound in my hotel where there was no restaurant. Procrastination is one of my personal challenges. My higher self took charge. It drove me into a convenience store where I filled my gas tank, bought bottles of water, granola bars, and yogurt.
The next day I was snowbound. I was prepared and unafraid. My higher power had seen to it that I had food and water. Yesterday, the snow stopped and I went out to my car. Snowplows had piled snow up all around it. I took a deep breath and borrowed a shovel. I shoveled for an hour. When I was finished, my heart was pounding and I was shaking. I wanted to go back in my room and not face the five hour drive home. Truly a higher being took charge again. Step-by-step, I carried my luggage through the snow to the car.
Where are the miracles? Two months ago, I would have worried all night about whether I should drive home and so I wouldn't have slept. I wouldn't have filled the tank or gotten supplies. I would have churned with guilt because I didn't go out to my brother's that day. I would have blamed myself for everything and railed at the gods as well.
Instead, it was all in sync. I was serene and living only this moment's challenges. I did what needed to be done to be safe. And, I was happy and grateful. On the way home, I sang: "And he will raise me up on eagle's wings." That's how I felt. How is that not a miracle? Roxie
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