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Easter Miracles

"He is Risen" - artists Frances and Robert Hook
We spend Easter Sunday with our beloved Franciscan Sisters. We enjoy a beautiful Mass together, and share a brunch afterwards (and you should all be jealous you weren't there: the food, oh my!!)

During brunch, we have a tradition of sharing our Easter Miracles: miracles, big and small, they happened to us during the past year. Sometimes it's as simple as a child with a disability who has now learned to read, and other times, it's a sister hitting the 5-year mark of being cancer-free (the 5-year mark is considered cured.)

One of our friends had a terrible accident with a table saw, and is struggling to get healthy, and work with a hand that won't ever be the same. However, their family stilled shared a miracle of all the help and prayers they've received - their family life didn't skip a beat; there was always someone there to jump in and do what needed to be done.

I started thinking about the miracles in our family this past year. It wasn't a good year for us, but miracles abounded. Dear Husband - despite a horrendous outcome from an "outpatient" procedure - lived, didn't lose his arm, and is overall very healthy now. Our daughter was married to a young man we love. I was able to spend the last three weeks of her life with my mother.

My Dark-Haired daughter continues to be the biggest miracle of all. She has been the victim of such horrible, evil crimes, and she chooses to be a survivor. She chooses joy. She chooses life. She chooses love. EVERY SINGLE DAY.

I still struggle with forgiveness and anger, but I'm working on it. I know there can be a miracle in my heart, and I expect nothing less.

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