We have all
probably had an
occasion to
experience a big
miracle or to
ask for a big
miracle for
ourselves or
someone we know,
but it’s the
small miracles
that happen on a
daily basis that
give our lives
the richness we
desire.
I experienced
a big miracle
this summer when
my daughter had
a car accident
and came away
from it unhurt.
It’s a great
feeling when you
stop to realize
what could have
happened. I have
also had the
occasion to
experience some
small miracles.
I recently found
an item that I
have been
looking for for
a few months
that is exactly
what I wanted. I
also found a
whole case of a
product that I
use on a regular
basis that was
well below the
individual item
price. I am
thrilled with
these finds and
consider them
small miracles.
You may not
consider these
wins "miracles",
so you can
substitute
"small
victories" if
that sets better
with you, but
it’s the idea
that these small
things happen on
regular basis
and should be
celebrated and
appreciated. Too
often they go by
unnoticed. Most
of the time they
only have
meaning for you,
so it’s up to
you to pay
attention. Big
Miracles happen
occasionally,
but Small
Miracles can and
do happen
everyday .
Below is a
story titled
The Edible
Miracle from
"Expect
Miracles" by
Mary Ellen that
shares a small
miracle for a
family at
Christmas time.
The
Edible Miracle
Over the
holidays, my
mother and I
were discussing
the
"traditional"
things our
family used to
do when we were
growing up. One
of the things
all three of us
kids absolutely
loved was
my mother
cooking custard
on the stove.
First there was
the wonderful
smell of
anticipation,
and then the
sitting down to
a warm,
not-yet-set bowl
of custard.
My mother is
Scottish, and
this custard was
a very special
one, from
England, called
Birds Eye
Custard. After
we kids had
grown and my
mother moved,
the Birds Eye
Custard "sit
downs" ceased.
My mother and I
had not seen
Birds Eye
Custard on
shelves anywhere
for more that
twenty-five
years. We
thought the
company must be
out of business
by now.
As we
reminisced, we
both were very
strong in our
desire to find
the custard
again and have
another "sit
down." But,
alas, we knew
that the custard
was nowhere to
be found. We
talked for a
solid half-hour
about how much
we wanted that
silly little
custard, but
because we were
sure it didn’t
exist anymore,
we didn’t pursue
it further.
Less than two
weeks later, I
received a
holiday package
from my sister,
who lives 1,000
miles away.
Since she is on
a limited
budget, she
doesn’t send
huge gifts. She
had sent a big
jar of homemade
hot chocolate
mix and a
wrapped package
with a note
saying "You will
not believe
what I found
shopping the
other day. I was
in a specialty
food store just
looking around
and found BIRDS
EYE CUSTARD! I
know this isn’t
much, but I hope
you will enjoy
it and remember
how much we
loved to sit at
the table and
eat it warm with
Mom!"
Let me tell
you, no big or
expensive gift
could replace
the joy in my
heart from that
little gift. Nor
could a big or
expensive gift
replace the
tears and
pleasure my
mother and I
shared with
me cooking
and serving her
a warm bowl of
Birds Eye
Custard!
Coincidence?
I don’t think
so. Dierdre
Baker
