EXPECT MIRACLES
Like Wayne Dyer and Rafael Abalos, I believe in miracles, I've experienced some first hand and witnessed and heard about many more. Some, grand; some, subtle.
Today's rainbow photo - taken by my cousin, Mary Margaret, on September 10 - is part of one.
Mary Margaret had been feeling forlorn for days before September 10. Her dad had died 30 years earlier on that date. Other than when he passed and the minutes after, for the next three decades, Mary Margaret never experienced a special nearness with him nor felt a moment of close connection between them, as she did with her deceased mom, who seemed to often send little signs and guiding, motherly messages to Mary Margaret.
Mary Margaret's response to the lack of assurance that her father was well, was to ask for a sign, a specific sign. She longed to see a rainbow like the one she had seen at the exact time of her father's death.
She remembers it well. When her father had exhaled his last breath, Mary Margaret was at his side. She recalls the moment, how she felt, and the time: It was 6 P.M.
Needing to be alone with her grief and tears, she headed toward the front door of her parents’ house. Upon stepping outside, Mary Margaret's eyes were drawn upward to where a magnificent rainbow graced the sky.
This September 10th, on the 30th anniversary of her dad’s passing, with faith, love, and hope in her heart, she stepped outside at 5:58. And there it was, a brilliant rainbow, with a fainter one behind it. A double rainbow. She felt as if she was receiving encouragement from both her mom and dad and a sign from the heavens.
To Mary Margaret, the sign was a reminder of three things:
To embrace life during the glad times and the sad times, even during the hardest times.
To expect miracles.
And to trust that we are never alone. The love of our departed loved ones is like the sun, always shining, day and night, in all kinds of weather, in clear times and cloudy times, all times, always.