The gift of a good
story
The unexplainable
becoming a story of good fortune, in that one cannot trace or determine the
circumstances in which something has come to pass, is the stuff of miracles.
Whether you believe
in miracles or not, there are times when you realise there is nothing in your
own power you could have done to bring about the results that are laid before you
as a gift and a blessing. That is when you look up as there is nothing to look
around to and give thanks for providence has come with a bounty to put warmth in the heart and rouge on the
cheeks that scaffold your smile.
The summary of a
pleasant day
Today began so
ordinarily and even quite slowly too, then time in the majesty of eternal
motion took up speed, things that did have any prospect of happening soon were
happening next, before you could catch your breath, another thing was bearing swiftly to you a distant future to within a present with reach.
Once again, I am
given a story, brought from the brink of the prodigal into the embrace of the
benevolent, that I can only be thankful and full of gratitude. The morning and
the evening is another day, yet, a day that the Lord has made. Say a word of
thanks on my behalf and may we all receive unexpectedly, a story better than we
could ever have contemplated or imagined.
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