It’s been a crappy day. The kind of day in which I have no interest in looking for miracles whatsoever. But since I set myself a task, and finding a miracle – however small – will probably help me to feel better, here goes…
I am grateful to live in a society where order and safety are the norm and chaos is abnormal. I am grateful to live in a place where I can pick up the phone and call the police, make a report, and they come to talk to me and make sure that I’m all right. I am grateful to live in a town where the police treat me with courtesy and respect. (Not to be mysterious – I was sitting in my apartment writing earlier this evening when someone tried to get into my apartment. I have no idea what their intent was, but it scared the crap out of me, so I called the landlord who asked me to call the police.) I was brought up to have great respect for the men and women who are trained to “Protect and Serve”. Tonight that respect extends deeply into the territory of gratitude. It is a miracle that of all of the many options available to our society and culture, we chose the one where order and safety ARE the norm.
I am grateful that I have a warm home that I love living in. I had plans that were supposed to take me out of town all day, but I ended up waiting at home for a phone call all day instead. The lack of communication was really irritating, but the truth is that I actually have it really good. I didn’t have to stand outside in the snow waiting all day. I had food to eat. I had movies to watch. I got some work done. It wasn’t ideal and it definitely wasn’t the day I had planned, but I’m incredibly fortunate to have all of the advantages that I’ve got.
Oh – and I lost one of my mother’s earrings and she didn’t freak out when I told her.
So all in all…it was a crappy day, but it wasn’t a bad day. I am safe, warm, and loved. I guess that goes firmly in the miracle column.
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