As mentioned here, here and here, I’m reading Be the Miracle: 50 Lessons for Making the Impossible Possible by Regina Brett and I’m seriously obsessed. I think I’m initially reading it slowly and rereading almost every chapter just so it doesn’t have to end! It probably comes as no surprise that I loved this chapter that listed things that give the author hope. Hope is strong and confident expectation, hope is optimism about what’s to come. I’m a strong believer that being hopeful has rewards – joy, peace, courage, comfort and confidence to name a few.
Happy positive Thursday! xx
The first crocus that cracks through the earth. The budding lilacs. The smell of hyacinths. A bird’s nest full of tiny blue eggs. The first butterfly sighting. Double rainbows.
Pregnant women and giggling brides. Watching a newborn baby’s fingers unfold in slow motion. Slivers of orange goldfish swimming beneath the ice of a frozen pond.
Poems by Billy Collins, Adrienne Rich and Gerard Manley Hopkins. Church hymns like “Amazing Grace,” “Be Not Afraid,” “How Great Thou Art.”
A dandelion that pokes through concrete to find the sun. The last leaf in autumn that refuses to fall. Four-leaf clovers.
Van Gogh blue skies and Degas dancers in feathery skirts.
New sheet music. Voting ballots. The kindness of strangers.
Monks all over the world who pray daily for peace. Scripture readings: “Let not your heart be troubled,” from John 14:1, and the promises in Isaiah 25:8: “He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all their faces.”
Each dawn that breaks through the darkness.
The life lessons of Max Cleland, Stephen Hawking, Rosa Parks, Anne Frank, Helen Keller, Beethoven and Mr. Rogers.
The movie The Shawshank Redemption
Pennies in fountains. Birthday wishes. First Communion dresses. A grand slam on opening day.
Newborn colts. A bakery full of wedding cakes. That random daffodil growing in the middle of nowhere. Students majoring in journalism.
Organ donors. The nun who said, “I tried so hard to be good. But God doesn’t need my goodness. He wanted my love.”
One recovering alcoholic telling another one, “I think you have God traipsing all over you.”
A plane taking off. Birthday candles, right before a wish extinguishes them. All the bridal parties posing by the fountains for wedding pictures at the Cleveland Museum of Art.
A blank page in a new journal.
The word dayenu repeated over and over during Passover to acknowledge “it would have been enough” to merely have been freed from slavery. To cross the sea. To find dry land. To eat in the wildness.
A mud puddle full of splashing sparrows. The kind of sunset that erases away a bad day.
The words from Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton, who described love as the only thing with complete power.
New voters. A child carrying a stack of books home from the library. Driving by a farm that still has cows grazing.
Psalm 43:3-4: “O send out Thy Light and Thy Truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto Thy holy hill and to Thy tabernacles. Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy.”