Burdened by my weary soul, a few tears fell from my face to my winter sweater. A whispered cry for a miracle, so faint probably not audible, to the Creator of the Universe. Does my heart trust and believe that God wants what is best?
Blurred by my vision, I ignored the 11 month old daughter teetering toward me. Just awake, fed, alert, and jovial, she stopped infront of me smiling ear to ear. I picked her up and hugged her tight. She popped her thumb in her mouth and laid on my chest. Five minutes went by with eyes still open, ten minutes, eleven, twelve, and eyes shut. Eucharisteo; the Lord knows and is here. Thankfulness in the moment for what I do have; a moment so rare it must have been created by the Creator.
And then He speaks, "Thanks comes before the miracle."
A simple reminder repeated over and over in the book I've been reading, "A Thousand Gifts". Will I see my Christmas miracle? I pray I will a bit more fervently and live in the moment with eucharisteo, my only daughter nestled on my chest.
This is all I want; to be a "Mommy". Thank you Jesus.
1 comment:
Thank you for reminding me of Eucaristo....yes, thanks always preceeds a miracle. Some times it feels like to give thanks in the hard times, IS a miracle.
Love ya kel...praying earnestly for you. Miss you!
Heather
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