M is for Miracles......

Have you ever wondered how every day is a miracle? In fact, every little thing that happens is a miracle. Maybe that is god’s way of telling us he will be there to hold our hands forever!  But we recognise miracles only when it is a matter of life and death.

It was a miracle that saved our car from falling off the cliff when we took a wrong turn on a dark rainy night, ascending the hill. If a couple of state transport buses had not appeared from nowhere, and honked madly, making us stop and back up, we would have had a free fall down the hill and perished.

It was a miracle that saved my second born from a fatal lung infection. it was a miracle that we could bring him home safe and healthy.

It was a miracle that the bus my father had been travelling in from Pune to Shiridi had swerved off the road to land in a valley below, and he did not have a scratch on his body.

Yes, these were definitely miracles, and we remember them because it involved our lives, it was a matter of life and death. But there are also several hundreds of little miracles, that happen every day and we don’t realise they are miracles too!

It was a miracle, when I was all alone, desperate to get to the hospital with a very sick child in hand, and there was absolutely no transport available because a very popular celebrity had just passed away, and just then a friend came out of nowhere and offered to take us to the hospital.

It was a miracle, finding and falling in love and marrying the man of my dreams. 

It was a miracle, when I held my first born in my arms for the very first time. It was a miracle when I thought I saw him smile at me. It was a miracle, when he first rolled over, took his first baby steps, and called me “mamma” for the very first time. It was a miracle being a mother for the very first time!!

It was a miracle, how I always found a solution to my problems. Miraculously, a friend would come by to help, or family would chip in, or even some stranger would appear out of nowhere. If there was no one, I would miraculously have sufficient strength to help myself.

It was a miracle when, my grandma, whom I have been the closest to, passed away, my heart overflowed with grief, and I never thought I’d recover from the tragedy, but I miraculously did.

Miracles happen; you could be down in the dumps or bursting with happiness, in grave danger of your life, or simply taking a walk in the park, when you are expecting them to happen or when you are least expecting them to happen.....but you know what is important? Knowing that miracles happen. You only have to trust.