People wait for the rapture, or the new millenia, or the end of the world, or sanctioned miracles.
Isn't it enough that the sun comes up every day and the tides ebb and flow?
Isn't it enough that babies grow inside of mothers and are born with so many moving parts, all coordinated to work together and grow!
What do I make of a tree whose leaves sprout every year and fall off and then grow again the next year?
How do I explain the way my breath catches in my throat when I see a wild bear stand up on its haunches and sniff the air in real life?
Imagine a full blown rose coming up out of the ground on that thorny stem!
Or six bright red cardinals taking flight from an evergreen tree on a snowy day!
That I exist at all seems to be a miracle to me!
Isn't it enough that the sun comes up every day and the tides ebb and flow?
Isn't it enough that babies grow inside of mothers and are born with so many moving parts, all coordinated to work together and grow!
What do I make of a tree whose leaves sprout every year and fall off and then grow again the next year?
How do I explain the way my breath catches in my throat when I see a wild bear stand up on its haunches and sniff the air in real life?
Imagine a full blown rose coming up out of the ground on that thorny stem!
Or six bright red cardinals taking flight from an evergreen tree on a snowy day!
That I exist at all seems to be a miracle to me!
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