Miracles

I walked into my bedroom a few minutes ago, and strongly felt that I needed to pick up the book on my bedside table and read. I doubted my instinct, turned on Saturday Night Live, and attempted to unwind.

But, the thought came to mind again, so strongly that I could not deny it.
So, I begrudgingly grabbed the book to the bookmarked page (held in place by a postcard written to me by a high school friend who died earlier this year), and began to read.

The book is an autobiographical account of a woman diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder...not necessarily a book one might call inspiring.

Nevertheless, inspiration is what I found.

A few paragraphs in, I read this prose, spoken by the writer's Priest in response to her questioning how one stops sad things from happening...

"Miracles," he said, "stop the chain. Miracles turn it around. The miracle of love. The miracle of forgiveness. The miracle of a change of heart. No one can force these miracles on anyone else, not even God. It's called free will. We can choose to be open to these miracles, or we can choose to keep our hearts closed and run from them out of fear. It's an individual choice."

Perhaps the most beautifully written description of the very lesson I have been learning since welcoming my Deak into my arms over 6 years ago.

A blessing of comfort and peace found within the pages of my crazy psychology book.

I'm thankful I listened to that little nudge tonight...

Speaking of miracles, aren't mine pretty amazing?