Today is the day for a miracle …

 

Today the calendar says spring, but when has the calendar ever told us anything true?

 

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As I write, darkness has dropped, the wind is howling, and the hanging porch lights are twisting like terrified animals on their chains.

The sound of this wild March wind does not make me feel cozy. It sounds too much like someone in pain.

 

Today is the day for a miracle …

 

I keep telling myself spring is already here. I’ve known for days that it was time to plant. Peas, lettuce, radishes, beets, spinach, swiss chard … so much needs to be in the ground.

But who has faith for gardening in the midst of snow flurries and sleet?

 

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Today is the day for a miracle …

 

The apple trees we ordered months ago have arrived. They look like apple sticks. The children do not believe me when I tell them we’ll bake pies. I’m not sure I believe myself.

But I’ve seen more winters than my children, and I do know this: the day when daffodils emerge is not the day for hope. The day when seedlings show the bright green of new life is not the day for faith. That day came and went.

This is the day for a miracle. This day. The dark day. The cold day. The day when all you can see is mud and broken things, like so many toys strewn across the backyard.

Easter Sunday is not the day for miracles. It is the day for praise.

Every miracle we ever needed, every miracle we ever wanted begins on Good Friday.

 

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 “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”

Isaiah 43:19

 

 

*Today I am listening to this song by Hans Kraenzlin

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