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 →