I hear the whistle of the breeze through the lofty trees. I look at the astonishing mountains before me that have the power to take my breath away every single time that I take a glance at them. I smell the tremendous scent that is available every time rain is about to fall onto the dry earth. I taste the pleasantly invigorating flavor in just one bite of a crisp, red apple; and I think how lucky am I to come across so many phenomenal miracles in just one lifetime. The universe that I am a part of is a miracle in itself. I believe that miracles do happen, and I believe one is happening right before my eyes today.
When I was just two years old, a miracle came into my life that I will never forget. That miracle was my baby sister, Macie Marie. This little bundle of joy brought something to my family that we never thought possible. Macie was adopted into our family and we brought her straight home from the hospital after her birth. She grew up in our family, just the same as I did. She is a beautiful little girl with brown curly hair that always makes us smile. To this day, she surprises me with her great sense of humor, love, and perseverance. She probably works harder at everything she does than anyone I have ever met. I love her so much, and I believe she is a miracle from Heaven. She is now twelve years old, and she takes my breath away with every step in this journey she takes.
I believe that miracles come from everywhere, even places that I would least expect. I believe that people can make their own miracles, and each person has a responsibility and choice to choose what that miracle will be. Miracles can be goals that have been reached, troubles that have been resolved, mountains that have been climbed, or forgiveness that has been given. Miracles are in their best form when they are a surprise. Like conquering a fear that I never thought was possible. Waking up in the morning can be a challenge. Not only is it a miracle to be able to get out of bed, but it is a miracle this day is here to welcome me with the new shining sunlight. This day will never be lived again. That in itself is a miracle to be celebrated. I believe I make my day what it will be. I believe as powerless person I need to take every moment God gives me for what it is worth, and see all that I do, see, smell, hear, and taste as an everyday miracle and be thankful for it. Miracles do happen; all I have to do is open my eyes.
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