In January 2003 I was watching a super corny tv show called “It’s a Miracle” I was living in Chicago at the time. By that time I had experienced a load of miracles including a few epiphanies myself. I was enjoying the show, but I probably wouldn’t have admitted it to most of my friends. At the time I was still in the closet about my spiritual experiences. They seemed so personal.
The featured miracle was of some sick woman who was dying in a hospital bed. A nun came to visit her and sat up praying with her all night. When she left, she gave a beautiful single rose to the sick woman, who felt much much better and dozed off. In the morning, she asked the night nurse how she could contact Sr. Theresa to thank her for staying with her all night. Amazed that the dying woman now seemed fine, the nurse explained that no one had come to visit her, that she had been monitoring her room all night, and couldn’t be mistaken. The now well woman, showed the nurse the flower and said “Well who brought this then?” She figured it was St. Theresa the little flower who came to help her heal and reassure her that she would live. Apparently St Theresa was known for her love of roses. The episode ended with Roma Downey or Richard Thomas (John Boy) saying “It’s a Miracle!”
“Wow” I thought, wiping a tear from my eye, “Wouldn’t it be nice to get a rose out of nowhere as a reassuring sign that everything was going to be alright?” At the time I was waiting for a child. I had been through several rounds of in-vitro, and one birth mother had changed her mind. I was full of disappointment and I was kind of nervous about whether my child (where ever he or she was) would be healthy, happy, brilliant, the works. I thought,”Gee, I’d love a ‘Miracle Rose’ to reassure me at this exciting and nerve wrecking time.”
OK, now remember that I’m in Chicago in January. The next day, I walked out of my house on my way to Starbucks, and there in my tiny postage stamp of a front yard, on my mostly dead rosebush, is a PERFECT YELLOW ROSE! It was so beautiful, the palest yellow you can picture. I picked it with a goofy grin on my face, and put it in vase on my kitchen window sill. I took a picture to remind me. It lasted much longer than I expected. My perfect pink baby arrived on May 1st.
I’ll post the real picture of the rose after I post “The Miracle of Sorting Through Ten Years of Pictures.”