Looking for miracles is hard

So who would have thought that looking for miracles was hard? Of course, I did! And that's just on Day 2 of my own personal journey … and yet that which is hard makes the outcome so much sweeter on the other side.

Now, I'm not looking for something so overwhelming that I want to give up, yet I want there to be something to be felt through out the day that I am truly on the lookout for the unexpected, the magic and anticipation that come with something wonderful.

I realize that my perception of a miracle may not align with someone else's interpretation, and that's okay too. What I want is to continue to believe and anticipate that a miracle is just around the corner.

Yesterday's miracle is not one that I will write about. It was a situation that I handled with grace, dignity and my head held high. The miracle is that I have not been able to do that in the past each time I encounter this challenge. Of course it involves another person, and a pattern of bad behavior on their part.

The miracle is that I not only endured it this time, I thrived in the situation! And through my ability to center myself, say a prayer and find the place of peace in myself - I progressed through the situation.

Yes, miracles do happen. It's the looking for them that's the hard part!

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