The Miracle Happened Again

“This morning, the miracle happened again,” said the recovering alcoholic. “I woke up without the urge to drink.” It was something he says often, but this morning his perspective on his recovery, on life itself, struck me in a meaningful way.  

For him, each day is a new adventure. For him, each day is an opportunity for a new start. For him, each day is full of miracles happening, as if for the first time.

It's a perspective we all would do well to adopt, even if we don’t struggle with addiction. Today can be a new adventure, a new start, and an opportunity for the miracle to happen again, as if for the first time. Our miracles may vary, but they happen never the less, particularly if we have eyes to see, ears to hear, and hearts to receive. 

Like the man in the meeting, we, too, can joyfully say: “Today, the miracle happened again . . .

We heard a child’s steps in her room upstairs.

We were able to walk.

We had a job.

We were forgiven.

We forgave.

We were able to see.

We were able to hear.

We loved.

We were loved.

We learned something.

We read something.

We took a walk in nature.

We had food to eat.

We slept in our own bed.

We were able to breathe.

We laughed.

We were touched, inspired, and/or surprised.

We noticed clouds.

We got to do something we loved.

We were able to pay our bills.

We called our parent.

We heard birds sing.

We were able to remember.

We created something new.

We felt someone’s hand in ours.”

Not a bad way to spend a day!