Everyday miracles are all around. Today is my son’s birthday. He’s thirty-one. I can hardly believe how fast the years have gone. On the night he was born, just before he made his appearance, the song In My Life was playing on the radio. I remember saying to my husband and midwife, Wow, I haven’t heard this song for a very long time. When I think of it now, what a perfect birthing song it is.
This morning I turned on the internet music app I listen to, and padded out to the kitchen to heat water for my coffee. It’s always the luck of the draw of what will play but there it was…the first song on his birthday…In My Life. I stopped and listened to the words while watching an exceptional sunrise coloring the daybreak sky. You just can’t plan these things can you?
Later this morning, I took him out for a birthday breakfast. It’s a long standing tradition that whenever possible we share that first birthday meal together, I mean I did feed him his first meal so many years ago.
Once home I went right onto sweeping. It’s a good thing I love this daily chore, because having a very sweet dog who sheds many fibers of love, a cat, not to mention the flour and such from kitchen activities, all of it can build up exponentially if I don’t keep on it. With broom in hand, I heard these words sung…
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping…
There was George Harrison’s voice singing the words from While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I thought…well, how perfect is that.
With sweeping finished, I decided to go through the junk drawer of a small desk. It’s been hard to close for a while now, but even so, I kept putting off seeing what might be keeping it from closing all the way. I emptied it and put everything into a box for sorting, and then pulled the drawer all the way out to shake out all the little remnants still inside. Before I put it back, I saw that inside where the desk drawer goes, there were a few ribbons, cards, and papers. I put them in the box, too. There was one folded white sheet that I took the time to unfold and read the words printed on it. Not only did they seem the perfect ones to begin my son’s next journey round the sun, they are also wonderful words to think about on this Martin Luther King Day.
New Year Day Prayer
As the dawn breaks on a new year, let us give thanks for all we hold dear: our health, our family, and our friends.
Let us release our grudges, our anger and our pain, for these are nothing but binding chains. Let us live each day in the most loving way, the God-conscious way. Let us serve all who need, regardless of race, color or creed.
Let us keep God of our own understanding in our hearts and to chant God’s name each day. Let us lead the world from darkness to light, from falsehood to truth and from wrong to right.
Let us remember that we are all one, embracing all, discriminating against none.
May your year be filled with peace, prosperity and love. May God’s blessing shower upon you and bestow upon each of you a bright, healthy and peaceful new year.
Rev. Marcy “Melchezedek Order”
Look around you, my friends. Life is full of everyday miracles.