Last night we watched a movie on tv. Signs with Mel Gibson. I wanted to see it before but never got around to renting it. The two older kids watched it and loved it. It was about aliens invading and how the humans eventually won.
There is a scene in the movie where Mel talks to a boy about two types of people. One believes in miracles the other doesn't. The boy says he believes in miracles. Mel says he doesn't (which was odd because he was a priest). Mel goes on to say when his wife died (I guess he must have converted to the Catholic faith then) she told Mel to tell this boy to swing away. Mel believed it meant her neurons in her brain were firing rapidly and she was remembering when the boy played baseball as a child.
Later on as they are fighting the aliens Mel remembers this. Sees a baseball bat and tell the boy to swing away. He grabbed the bat and did. He saved them. So it wasn't some random thing this dying lady said. It meant something.
I work in a nursing home. I am the charge nurse. I often sit with them during their last minutes. I have looked after hundreds of people as they are dying and probably with with a dozen while they died. Some are peaceful and calm. Those are the ones we say are going to a better place. Some are writhing and screaming. Those are the ones we say are going someplace worse. I have no way of knowing if any of this is true. I am just guessing from my faith.
This morning I laid on my couch looking at my bird feeder wondering. I wondered about my mother in law and where she is. I said if she is in heaven God let me see a blue jay or a cardinal...and within seconds a blue jay showed up. We don't get a lot of blue jays or cardinals so it truly was a miracle.
I believe in miracles. I believe things happen for a reason. Some things I have a choice in...like what I am wearing today but I have no choice in whether I can afford those clothes. I could have been born in Africa.
I am not rich. I survive. I can pay the bills. Yes I can make choices regarding that but I really don't have a lot of options. I do make good money but my husband was injured in a car accident and cannot work. The choices I could make is to leave and find a husband that will provide better. But that is not a choice.
I believe in the miracle part. God gave me this lifestyle for a reason. What it is I just have not found out yet...but I will.