“Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.” – Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
Don’t miracles happen every day? I believe they do.
Some are the giant ones. We gasp. Shake our heads. They renew faith that, in truth, was there all along.
They’re the Big Ones.
And then there are the everyday sort.
Like purple-headed crocuses finally emerging.
Or a pink sunset.
Twirling on the beach.
A gate agent named Gidget.
Small, tiny, ordinary miracles. Moments, really.
Moments of coming home.