I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer and member of St. Louis Writer's Guild. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to ten. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
My Christmas morning miracle
Christmas Eve as I lay myself down to sleep, I
silently prayed for family and friends. "Mom, I so wish you could be
here tomorrow to experience the joy of Christmas day with all of us. Please send me a
sign that you're okay."
Christmas morning I awoke early as usual and noticed a fragment of
clear glass on the bathroom floor. I picked it up, thinking I had lost the diamond
in my ring. It was just a chipped piece of glass shaped like a tiny heart. I
thought, "Hmmm. I wonder where that came from? Good thing I didn't step on
I sat down, and when I got up from the toilet (sorry for being so personal) I looked down and gasped at this heart on the rug right beneath my feet. How did I not step on that?
I got up to wash my hands and saw this abalone heart in the sink. I kid you not!
"My funny honey," I thought. And then, I noticed the nail on the bare wall to my right where my special mirror hangs. My brother made it for me. Every time we go on a beach vacation, I bring home a small significant shell or piece of beach glass and hot glue it on as a reminder of the various beaches we have walked. Two of my beach treasures are heart-shaped, one is from the inside of a shell and the other is a rock.
"Where is my mirror?" I looked down and there in the trash can (under the sink) was my mirror, minus the two hearts which I'd just found.
I have tried and tried to explain how this mirror could fall off a nail still intact in the wall, and break off only two hearts and land UNDER the sink in a trash can. Physics? Logic? None of it makes sense. Bill swears he did not do it.
I asked him how do we explain it. He said, "I can see that nail is still in the wall. I don't know, either. Some things you just can't explain."
We did not have an earthquake. The house did not shake. The nail was still intact. I have decided that there IS an explanation for me.
I experienced a tiny miracle.
I believe I was "visited" on Christmas Day. Some people think I'm engaged in wishful thinking, or just plain crazy. I hot glued the hearts back on, rehung my mirror and said, "Merry Christmas, Mom."