Today I once again celebrate a birthday that speaks of miracles. From this starving infant that God would have taken if it hadn't been for the most stubborn woman in the world, who took in two starving little girls and raised them as her own. She didn't give up even though the doctor told her "Put her in an institution and forget her. This baby will be severely retarded. Don't put yourself through that".
A miracle that I walk when things could have turned out differently when I got hit by a car and a funny story that goes along with the incident. I mean how many people can say "I got hit by a car at my Grandfather's wedding"? I'm pretty sure not very many!
A miracle that I have three beautiful children that I'm so proud of and two wonderful grandchildren who mean the world to me. They are my miracles.
The miracle of being a writer and an imagination that not everyone gets but I love that some do get me.
The miracle of just being here.
2 comments:
I do believe in miracles, too! It is a miracle that you're here and that I am here. I was also hit by a car, while walking into a store and I thank God every day that my grandson was not with me, as he nearly always is. Thank God for His tender mercies and for friends like you! Happy Birthday, Roxan. :-)
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
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