I find that the biggest miracles come from the smallest things.
I find them in the intricate beauty of the tiniest flower.
I find them in the sound of the beautiful birds singing to each other each morning at the park across the road from my house.
I find them in the laughter of my daughters, usually as I am trying to get some desperately needed sleep, I always end up attending festival of laughter with the head lining acts being my two youngest tinkerbells.
But mostly, I find the biggest miracles in the sounds and sparkles of the ocean at sunset each night. I feel the most pure energy consume my body as I step barefoot into the sand of that gorgeous beach. My worries are gone. Everything is perfect just for that little time when day transitions into night.
What small or big miracles do you find hope in? If you have a story to share or you are looking for hope on this road of grief visit Franchesca’s Blog. There is a whole heaps or little miracles emerging there