My kind of miracle
The lame didn’t walk
The blind didn’t see
It wasn’t about the deaf or the mute…
Far from that.
This is my kind of miracle:
A mother’s quiet, everyday wonder.
Today I wrestled with the usual battles once more.
I confronted my fears.
I answered the small voices around me,
listened closely to their restless chatter.
I fed their hungry bodies,
watched them take another little step toward growing up.
The sweetest part came at the end of the day:
I laid them down to sleep.
At last…
Despite aching bones, a tired heart, and a crowded mind,
I still had the strength to give what they needed today.
For that I am deeply grateful.
This is what a miracle looks like here.
Simple, steadfast, and real — a miracle.