Is this really happening?
Updated: Nov 14, 2021
Inexplicable miracles, defying all logic and reality, really are possible.
In the days after Thanksgiving, it was almost as if Dad knew that I was hopeful all I had been experiencing was ‘real,’ yet he knew that I was still unconvinced. I think a part of me didn’t want to believe because I was afraid. What if I believed and then it stopped? What if I believed and it wasn’t real and somehow this was all my psychology? Then what? What would that mean about me? What would happen if I believed? I don’t know what would happen next! I would be out of control!
And there it is. Control. It keeps us safe, doesn’t it. When we have control, we know what to expect. We can determine outcomes (or so we think). We can be in control of our emotions, our environment, and our security. But once you decide to embark on a journey with spirituality (or in my case, once the journey decided for itself that I was going to take its hike), control is the first thing that you will be forced to reckon with, one way or another.
With the Christmas tree now up, our living room has such a warm, inviting glow. It’s so comforting and for this one night, I decide to sleep on the couch and enjoy it. I don’t know why, but it just makes me feel close to a Love that I cannot see with my visible eye, but I can feel. In the middle of the night, I wake up and admire the tree. My attention is drawn to the bottom of the tree where I have a cardinal ornament hanging. The ornament is swinging. Not just a little, but a lot. I look around the tree for its cause. The most obvious reason is the vent putting out heat on and off, yet, the vent isn’t blowing. I decide it must have just turned off, and the cardinal is no longer swinging. Moments later, it begins swinging again. This time, I’m positive the heat has not turned on. I go to the tree to make sure. No, the heat isn’t on. It’s not on anywhere in the house. I look for a window draft. No, I don’t feel anything. I look for other moving ornaments. There are none. I wake up my husband, crying, because I know that I can’t find any reasonable explanation. I just know it must be my dad, yet again, this all just sounds so ‘crazy.’ I am struggling so much with the back and forth of belief and doubt. In the morning, my husband and I turn the cardinal completely around and put it on a separate branch. When we return home hours later, the cardinal is on its original branch and its original position.
In the days that follow, other unreal events occur, and additionally, I begin to experience physical changes out of nowhere- tingles from my head to my toes, strong flashes of heat (no, it’s not menopause), and sensations that my dad is very close. All occurred together one morning while making coffee and thinking about upcoming holiday preparations. For the first time, I stop and say aloud to the quiet kitchen, like the little girl in the movie Miracle on 34th Street, “I believe, I believe, I believe.”
Nature’s Way is beautiful. Read on and be inspired by the journey. The way is through the heart.
