In the Midst of Miracles

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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 at all and had lasted for hours and hours. Baby, (my husband-to-be) was not coming out, and mom had lost a lot of blood. Since the situation was dire and mom could not pray for herself, family, friends, and neighbors all prayed on her behalf and that of 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.

A Special Offer For You!

The time is near for the official launch of the book that I felt the Holy Spirit nudged me to write. Offerings, A Book of Poetry, will be released on the Feast of Pentecost, May 23, 2021, and I have a special offer for you!

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The King

Within a cave of winter cold,
A newborn King gets gift of gold.
The babe is our Lord,
Who escaped the sword,
Because his dad does what he’s told.

The King grows up and fasts and prays,
Within the desert, forty days.
Temptation then came,
But he beat the game,
Because he minds The Father’s ways.

The King does heal and teach and feed,
He’s hailed with palms; beaten with reed.
The crowd screams, Yes, kill!
Then his blood does spill,
Because of fear and hate and greed.

The King is slain and put in grave,
By everyone he came to save.
And though he is dead,
There’s nothing to dread,
Because he rose and us forgave!

Within a Lent of winter cold,
Let’s mend our hearts; do what we’re told.
We’ll fast, and we’ll pray,
Forgive the wrong way,
And give The King our gifts of gold.

A Winter Lenten Challenge

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.

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My Guest Blogger is Dead

Brother Jacopone da Todi
I  am in a writing slump, so a guest blogger is filling in. Only problem is—he’s dead. Good thing he left behind some of his writings!

Brother Jacopone Da Todi, died in 1306. He was a Franciscan poet and mystic. He would not know what a blog is – much less a computer. But he did know how to write profound words about God’s love. With “permission” (obtained through prayer) Brother Jacopone is the guest blogger today! You can find out more about this holy writer by clicking on the link at the end of this blog. Continue reading

I Never Knew Happily Ever After Would Hurt This Much

I Never Knew Happily Ever After Would Hurst So Much

And they lived “happily ever after.”  The ending words of fairy tales have become our expectation for real-life marriage. It is easy to fall into the trap of thinking that a “happily ever after” marriage is easy. You walk off the altar with such joy and think that this marital bliss will last forever.  That it will come automatically and be pain free, because we are sooo in love! But the words, “Darling I never knew it would hurt this much to live happily ever after,” are much more realistic. The words are written by my good friend Cinda DeVet in a poem she authored. Continue reading