I
saw some “signs and wonders” this morning, things that made my world seem sort
of miraculous. They were the most commonplace things – the water that flowed
from the faucet as soon as I turned the handle, the simple J.C. Penney socks I
slipped on that seemed made to perfection, the toaster that popped up perfectly-prepared
raisin toast. Sometimes, miracles seem to be everywhere. Thoughts, for instance,
miraculously materialize in my mind, moment after moment, many thousands in a
day, all seeming to sail in from nowhere. And my lungs, amazingly, have reliably
lifted and fallen approximately 750,000,000 times in my lifetime, and are effortlessly
doing it as I write this. Even the sunlight, which is now shining through our
southern windows, is a wonder, a sign of the absolute charm of the universe,
and of my life. Each day, one way or another, sunlight lights up my world – a
daily marvel, a miracle among the many that seem to surround me.
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