I don’t believe in coincidences. Never have, never will.
On January 1, 2018, I began recording the small miracles that show up in my formerly mundane life. After seven days, I have actually experienced more than seven and probably missed that many more because of mindless distractions.
Yesterday’s miracle was the best.
As I talked to an old friend on the phone, I glanced out the window to see a lone red bird sitting on the ugly bare branches of the huge oak tree outside. I hung up the phone and moved closer to the window. I swear that bird was looking directly at me. I went to the computer and looked up “red bird in dead of winter.” Continue reading