I sometimes forget to ask for miracles. Not because I don’t believe they will come, but I just forget to ask. I ponder, I plan, I suffer, I agonize, I pound fists, when all along all I have to do is ask for help. How could I possibly forget something so fundamental when I’m bright enough to remember to eat when I’m hungry? Is it a matter of possessing a measure of religious faith? Nope. It’s just a matter of having some willingness to let go of alleged control over painful situations. Sometimes, my ego would rather suffer tremendously rather than give up control of a situation. Even when that control is only in my head anyway. Without miracles, I don’t know where I’d be right now. Probably not in a body.
So I figured if I reminded myself daily about how easily miracles come when I ask for them, it would help me to be more miracle minded. The miracles can come as brilliant ideas that are surprising solutions to problems, or they can come out of the blue. I love when they seem to be outrageous coincidences (like my winter rose miracle) or unexplained phenomena. Those are the most fun.
And if you choose to follow my adventures, and it helps you become more miracle minded too, that would be great! Take some time and tell me about your miracles. I’ll post them along with mine in the countdown. And remember, any miracle is an excellent miracle because all expressions of love are maximal*.