Where is the little girl who chased fireflies through corn stalks and thought at least some of them were actually fairies? Where is the little girl who believed in princes and knights and happy ever after endings? Where is the little girl who searched the skies for rainbows believing in that pot of gold at the end? Where is the little girl who scanned the night skies for UFOs and saved her money to build a hot air balloon and look for the Loch Ness Monster? Where is the little girl who held an injured sparrow in the palms of her hands and watched in wonder as the bird’s transparent blue spirit rose above the bird and shot upward when the bird died?
Sometimes it seems that little girl who believed in a world of miracles died. Then something as simple as soap bubbles rising over the sink in rainbow colors when she does dishes brings her back to life.
The miracle of flaming colors streaked across the sky to announce a new day, the miracle of a curious robin in the garden, the miracle of a child’s laughter, the miracle of ebbing and flowing tides, the miracle of changing seasons…life is a miracle. God is a constant Miracle Worker and every breath, every season of life is a gift.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Victoria. Have an awesome every day, filled with the magic of love and God’s miracles.
I love that, Steph! The idea that the bubbles can bring back that sense of wonder. It’s true. I hope we can always do that. Even the small things in life are miracles.
Absolutely, Val. I stand at the sink watching the soap bubbles until the vanish, often singing (if you can call what I do singing) “My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Spirit Divine.” That would be entertaining for a guest peeking in on me while visiting!