This morning, the following Daily Word showed up on my computer. Very confirming of how up, happy, content I have been feeling while being able to miss Gregory at the same time!
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Showing posts with label Miracle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miracle. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Miracle #9
Gregory seems to be hanging around a lot lately! Last night after a long read, I turned over to click off the light and noticed the clock read, "12:34." Another "nod, wink, hi" from Gregory. Another miracle as I call them!
This morning, the following Daily Word showed up on my computer. Very confirming of how up, happy, content I have been feeling while being able to miss Gregory at the same time!
This morning, the following Daily Word showed up on my computer. Very confirming of how up, happy, content I have been feeling while being able to miss Gregory at the same time!
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Miracles: Threes
Today is Gregory and my 41st anniversary. Last night, before bedtime, I had a chat with him and reflected how strongly my love for him continues and how I will continue to live my life in a way that reflects and honors our love for each other.
It is said, "Until death do you part!" but that is not really true. If a love is real, it lasts forever, so even in death Gregory and my love for each other is paramount to me and, wherever his spirit may reside, I believe for him as well.
As I drifted off, I thought "Wouldn't it be nice if I could receive a 'visit' or 'sign" from Gregory in honor of our anniversary." My current thinking is that if one believes in something then it is true. So if I believe he hears me, and that I hear him, and that he watches over me, and that we are still together in my heart and in my soul, then it is true!
As I often do, I need to digress here. I promise I will return to the point of this post.
During the night, I often get up to pee. Sometimes I am awakened up by the cats roaming around so I tell them "Stobbit" (stop it) and they do. Sometimes my hip will hurt from lying on one side and the pain will wake me so I get up to stretch.
As a habit, when I am up during the night, I press the button on top of my clock to light up the time. I have taken to accepting unique times as a wink or nod or "hello" from Gregory. For example, our favorite time has always been 11:11, AM or PM. Times like 1:23 or 3:21 are fun. I really love 12:34 or 2:34, 3:45, 5:55 etc.
These unique number combinations do not occur that often but when they do, I smile and tell Gregory "I love you too!"
A further digression. I have written about the #3 as my lucky number and an important one in my life. Read about it here: http://mhorvich.blogspot.com/2016/01/three-3.html (Opens in a new window so you won't get lost.)
Now back to the point of this post. Last night for the first time I can ever remember and certainly for the first time since Gregory's death; I awoke, looked at the clock, and the time was: "3:33 AM." The answer to my having asked for a "sign." Not only a unique repetition of numbers but using my favorite one!
Wow, I considered that another Gregory Miracle! On our anniversary it was a very important wink, nod, reminder of our love. It has helped me feel cheerful today instead of sad. I am happy to be celebrating our 41st anniversary with loving memories of the wonderful time we had together.
Also, I celebrate Gregory's death and his "finding his way out," as he used to say, while I get to stick around for a while looking for mine. So far today I have not felt the need to grieve!
It is said, "Until death do you part!" but that is not really true. If a love is real, it lasts forever, so even in death Gregory and my love for each other is paramount to me and, wherever his spirit may reside, I believe for him as well.
As I drifted off, I thought "Wouldn't it be nice if I could receive a 'visit' or 'sign" from Gregory in honor of our anniversary." My current thinking is that if one believes in something then it is true. So if I believe he hears me, and that I hear him, and that he watches over me, and that we are still together in my heart and in my soul, then it is true!
As I often do, I need to digress here. I promise I will return to the point of this post.
During the night, I often get up to pee. Sometimes I am awakened up by the cats roaming around so I tell them "Stobbit" (stop it) and they do. Sometimes my hip will hurt from lying on one side and the pain will wake me so I get up to stretch.
As a habit, when I am up during the night, I press the button on top of my clock to light up the time. I have taken to accepting unique times as a wink or nod or "hello" from Gregory. For example, our favorite time has always been 11:11, AM or PM. Times like 1:23 or 3:21 are fun. I really love 12:34 or 2:34, 3:45, 5:55 etc.
These unique number combinations do not occur that often but when they do, I smile and tell Gregory "I love you too!"
A further digression. I have written about the #3 as my lucky number and an important one in my life. Read about it here: http://mhorvich.blogspot.com/2016/01/three-3.html (Opens in a new window so you won't get lost.)
Now back to the point of this post. Last night for the first time I can ever remember and certainly for the first time since Gregory's death; I awoke, looked at the clock, and the time was: "3:33 AM." The answer to my having asked for a "sign." Not only a unique repetition of numbers but using my favorite one!
Wow, I considered that another Gregory Miracle! On our anniversary it was a very important wink, nod, reminder of our love. It has helped me feel cheerful today instead of sad. I am happy to be celebrating our 41st anniversary with loving memories of the wonderful time we had together.
Also, I celebrate Gregory's death and his "finding his way out," as he used to say, while I get to stick around for a while looking for mine. So far today I have not felt the need to grieve!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The Way to Pray
A while back, we were at the Wagner Farm in Glenview attending the surprise 70th birthday party for our friend George. There were about one hundred guests congregated inside the barn for drinks and appetizers; the latter being popcorn boxes filled with popcorn, peanuts, or pretzels served from a farm cart pushed by two of George’s grandsons. Outside on the lawn ten or so, round, red clothed, flower pot decorated, white chaired tables were set, ready for dinner.
Until now the sky had been clear, the wind mild, the temperature comfortable, the weather perfect. Gregory and I were at the field end of the farm visiting the cows, and sheep, and goats. I was taking close up pictures of one beautifully groomed cow, when she suddenly “nosed” my camera.” It was an intimate, wet moment after which the cow let me pet her. Gregory and I laughed. Slowly thunder clouds gathered and things turned dark. The sky didn’t look like an ‘it'll blow over’ situation. “What a shame for this to happen,” I thought. As the first few drops of rain began to fall, we headed back for the barn.
Under a porch roof, just outside the barn sat a row of white rocking chairs. Sitting on one of the rockers was Irma, one of George’s friends, also celebrating her birthday on that very day. Irma is an older, beautiful, no nonsense kind of black woman whom I admire. She was sitting next to her husband Willy, an educator, talented musician, and all around easy guy. Irma looked up at the dark clouds and said in a commanding voice while strongly pointing her finger at the ground , “Lord, we need a miracle here!” Shortly thereafter the sky cleared with no more than a few drops of rain having spotted the table cloths.
Now that is the way to pray. No begging, no pleading, no negotiating, no promises of behavior changes. Just a firm statement to your lord of what was needed. She didn’t point at the heavens in a demanding or accusing way. She pointed at the ground where we were gathered in celebration, to clarify the location of the needed miracle. She spoke her mind. And the clouds blew over, and only a few drops of rain fell, and the evening was a great success.
Now whether you believe in miracles or prayer or not, this might have been one!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
We Three Kings, The Sequel
This is a fitting end to the story "We Three Kings" that appeared previously in this BLOG. I have included a link at the end of this follow up that will take you back to the beginning of the story.
Yesterday, while on my home from a Michael's Museum meeting at The Chicago Children's Museum on Navy Pier, I took my usual route which took me up Sheridan Road past Loyola University. There I witnessed a miracle. I have learned much from the university's Nativity Scene over the last several years as explained in my previous post..
The miracle is that there was a new lesson this year. As I passed the Nativity, the baby was in Mary's arms (as he should be after Christmas Eve) and the Three Kings, who had started their journey when they saw a star in the sky several days earlier, had arrived to present their gifts to the baby Jesus. So far so good.
But this is the miracle. The Three Kings, who had traveled a block or so on the backs of three camels to get the the Nativity, not only had arrived, but for the first time I witnessed something I had not seen before. The camels were tethered outside the shed and the three kings were in the shed on their knees before the baby.
I've been watching this Nativity progress for three years now. I wonder what I will notice next year.
We Three Kings: Part I
Yesterday, while on my home from a Michael's Museum meeting at The Chicago Children's Museum on Navy Pier, I took my usual route which took me up Sheridan Road past Loyola University. There I witnessed a miracle. I have learned much from the university's Nativity Scene over the last several years as explained in my previous post..
The miracle is that there was a new lesson this year. As I passed the Nativity, the baby was in Mary's arms (as he should be after Christmas Eve) and the Three Kings, who had started their journey when they saw a star in the sky several days earlier, had arrived to present their gifts to the baby Jesus. So far so good.
But this is the miracle. The Three Kings, who had traveled a block or so on the backs of three camels to get the the Nativity, not only had arrived, but for the first time I witnessed something I had not seen before. The camels were tethered outside the shed and the three kings were in the shed on their knees before the baby.
I've been watching this Nativity progress for three years now. I wonder what I will notice next year.
We Three Kings: Part I
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