As I’ve mentioned here before, one of the richest memories of my life is how I used to get up at 5:30 in the morning with my dad. It was our time. We’d eat GrapeNuts and tell each other about the miracle(s) we’d seen the day before. I still try to like GrapeNuts and I still try to look for miracles every day.
Finding the miracles has been harder for me lately. I might notice (my word for 2015) lovely people, places, or things, but I’ve allowed circumstances, over which I feel powerless, to cloud my ability to recognize them as miracles. That’s gotta change.
Here’s how I’m going to change it. Yes/And. I completely accept the reality that YES there are many things going on the world, over which I have no control. AND while I continue to attend to what I can, I’m going to focus on the light, the good, the possible, along with the people doing the light, good, and possible.
YES, the divisions, gloom, fear, and darkness will still be around. My focus, however, will not be as glued to it, as it has been lately. I’m going to focus on the power of miracles. When I find myself tempted to dwell in the negative longer than is necessary, I’m going to seek out AND people, places, and things. AND people, places and things are the miracles Daddy and I used to share with each other daily. I’ll share some of them with you, here.
I can’t promise this will be my last post about Mom, but it will be the last one for a while.
I was in Goldsboro, for a meeting this past week. After the meeting, I stopped by theKitty Askins Hospice Center, to find the memorial brick (my absolute better-half) Tom donated in Mom’s memory.
Tom loved Mom and she sure loved him. Although Mom didn’t talk about prayer a lot, she often said he was the answer to many of her prayers.
I thought I understood and appreciated hospice care before Mom’s experience at ‘Kitty’s House’, but her six months there taught me much more and was the answer to many of my prayers. I got to witness every mask, fear, and wall she ever hid behind give way to love. Love of herself; love of others; and love of moments.
At this moment in my life, witnessing Mom’s unveiling to love is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever witnessed.
What’s the greatest thing you’ve ever witnessed?