For those of us who live in the southern section of the United States, a “true” winter, with frozen trees and snow on the ground for extended periods (like in the photo above), is quite foreign. And even though my South Texas bones might shiver at the thought of living through months of this kind of frigid weather, I must admit, there is something beautiful and magical about this strange season.
At first glance, everything looks dead. But if you are mindful of what is going on, it is actually a time of sleep, and things are happening under that white blanket! For example, sugar maples only produce sap in cold weather. And boy, do I like maple syrup, so I have become most grateful for winter.
Though I will probably never live in an area that has a “true” winter, we do have loved ones up north, so I might get to visit someday during their “true” winter. After admiring the beauty of the photo above and pondering the importance of winter in the earth’s life cycle, I felt called to write the following poem. Enjoy!
My husband’s birthday is August 15, and his entrance into this world was a most miraculous event. Here is the true story of his birth, which highlights two important things: The power of prayer, and miracles.
The setting is a small country hospital, and the time frame is the 1950’s. A place and time that did not offer the now common C-section. Labor was not going well and there seemed to be no end in sight. Baby, (my husband-to-be) was not coming out, and mom had lost a lot of blood. Since the situation was dire, family, friends, and neighbors all prayed for mom and the unborn child. They also asked Mary to pray to her son, Jesus, for the struggling mother and child.
A very rough delivery finally happened, which involved large perineal tears and forceps. The days and weeks afterward were touch and go. The hospital stay lasted over a month! The fact that they both survived was described as a miracle.
Yes, miracles still happen today. They are not reserved for just biblical times. Miracles do not have to be grandiose, extraordinary events. We sometimes make the mistake of looking for God only in the extraordinary and miss opening our eyes to see Him in the everyday miracles of life.
In the poem below, I attempt to honor God, my husband’s family with their strong, prayerful faith, as well as the fact that miracles are all around us! It seems that my husband has an intuitive sense of the miracles around him. Maybe because he is a walking miracle? Or perhaps because he is the product of the power of prayer? Either way doesn’t matter. I am so blessed to be in the midst of marriage with him and enjoying the mist of miracles all around us.
In the Midst of Miracles
In the midst of a century full of carnage and decay, the world strives with hope to recover His way.
While in the midst of the States, in the rural mid-west, a Czech family sends to the Lady their request.
For in the midst of a hospital, a young mother lies in the blood of endless labor, lacking energy to try.
In the midst of the rosaries, with the matter turning grave, the faithful place their trust in the Almighty who saves.
Then on the feast of the miracle of Our Lady assumed, in the midst of joyful tears, a son came from the womb.
In the years that followed, as the young boy grew, in the midst of his youth, his soul keenly knew
about the splendor of chipmunks and the wonderment of bees in the midst of fishing ponds and enormous walnut trees.
Now the boy is a man who declares with delight, in the midst of a millennium that’s seemed to lose its sight,
that miracles are everywhere — in every breath and every bloom! He and the Lady proclaim, to a world bemused in gloom,
to pray, and to look, as through life we all trod for we’re in the midst of miracles, we’re in the midst of God!
My husband and his mom on the right, and more of his family.
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Ice, snow, no electricity, no water, schools, churches and business shut down. The recent week-long Arctic blast was the start of a Lenten season that I have never experienced before. The freezing temperatures presented many challenges for us in Texas and other southern states that rarely experience such frigid weather. However, being shut in with no place to go and minimal distractions turned out to be a blessing! My prayer life was more focused, plus I had more time to write, which was something I was longing for.
November 1st is All Saints Day when many recall their favorite saints. It is easy to place these virtuous men and women on a pedestal and think you could never achieve sanctity. Some people say, “I’m no saint” like it is an unreachable goal. The fact is that we are all called to be saints.
“What are we supposed to do?” This question arose recently in a small group discussion with some of my family and friends. We had decided to get together (via an online meeting) to try and make sense of the unsettling things that have been happening in our country and beyond. As Christians, we pondered the classic question of what would Jesus do? We knew prayer was a definite answer. In addition to prayer, we also felt a need for action.