Albert Einstein once said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” I choose the latter philosophy, and I experience the truth of that statement every day.
When I remind myself that life is a gift, that every breath is not to be taken for granted, that day follows night and night follows day, I would guess there are, well, zillions of miracles every day.
Recently, I took a nasty fall and if it had not been for a miracle, I would not be writing this blog. I lost my footing outside while photographing an interviewee. I would have fallen headfirst and backwards down five stone-and-concrete stairs leading to a basement cellar, had it not been for divine intervention.
Somehow, in that fleeting moment of losing my balance and falling uncontrollably backwards, I gyrated my body inch by inch (I can only assume with the help of God) so that I ended up falling across the opening of the sunken stairwell. I landed hard on my right shoulder and my hips smacked against the granite and tar surface below. Completely shaken, I nervously moved every joint and bone and muscle and realized yet another miracle. There were no broken bones that I could tell.
It has taken me about a week and a half to overcome the bruised bones and muscle pain resulting from the fall, but the black-and-blue bruises have disappeared, and the pain is quite minimal now. True, I am quite nervous about making sure my footing is always on secure ground now, but I am so grateful for the assistance I received and the gift of new life I was given.
Every day is a miracle. Every day, miracles happen. You are a miracle. I am a miracle. Everything is a miracle. This is a beautiful way to begin every day, acknowledging the wonder around us and being grateful for whatever miracles will come our way. Live with grace and gratitude. Live with expectant hope.
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