Sunday, August 5, 2007
Lord, help me to see the miracle of little things. I forget some days how to even see them. Help me to remember that my children are "little miracles". The way my husband looks at me and says I'm beautiful, when I'm up to my elbows in dishwater is a "little miracle". When my son says, "Mommy!" "Yes?", I reply. "I love, love you!", he answers!...is a "little miracle". They way the Cardinals play on the lawn outside my kitchen window, is a "little miracle". Help me, Jesus, to always be aware of these things.