frosty mornings and ordinary miracles
frosty mornings and ordinary miracles

frosty mornings and ordinary miracles

Given the most recent frost we’ve had here on the farm the last couple of days, I thought I would share this meditation that I wrote 2 years ago.

ordinary miracles

“Do you understand how there could be any writing in a spider’s web?”

“Oh, no,” said Dr. Dorian.  “I don’t understand it.  But for that matter I don’t understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place.  When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle.  But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle.”   ~E.B. White Charlotte’s Web

The first time I read Charlotte’s Web, I was in second grade.  I remember sitting in class during our free reading time and desperately skimming through the ending chapters to see if Charlotte died.   I knew in my head it would happen, but my heart ached for her to make it back to the barn with Wilbur.  Even as an adult reading this book to my daughter, I found myself getting choked up on several occasions as the author imparted different life lessons through these timeless characters.

I chose this quote in particular because it is a gentle reminder of the wonder and inspiration that simple, daily events can hold.  Sometimes, I think we are so comfortable with our daily routines and surroundings that we often miss “ordinary miracles” that occur in our lives.

hostas unfolding

Given the weather we have had recently in the South, many of us now have yard full of azaleas burned by ice, hostas mushy from cold, and tulips wilted from wind.  The other day, I noticed small green shoots already peaking through the earth at the base of what I thought was a dead plant.  I began peeling away brown leaves and noticed that my hostas already had new shoots forming.  I took that moment to appreciate the miracle of life and renewal.

May we all be grateful the simple gifts offered to us in this season of rebirth.

One comment

  1. Thank you for this reflection this morning, it is so true how we forget the “awe and wonder” we had as children. I remember as a teenager, my sister was only about 3 years old and she went to Niagara falls in the winter time with my parents. I told my family I didn’t want to go because it was TOO cold and I had already seen it. Apparently my sister just stood in awe of the gorgeousness of creation of the falls. Her jaw dropped and she was in awe. I remember going back the next winter and seeing the falls for the first time in the winter. It was truly a winter wonderland with ice cycles and snow everywhere. I stood in awe and thanked God for this beautiful creation.

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