Come, See the Miracle

I experienced a true miracle today: I discovered that I love my body. Really? you ask.  A miracle?  Let me explain. I am a firm believer that the greatest miracle I can experience is a change of heart, because it involves the wills of two individuals--God's and my own.  God can command the elements and they will obey, but He will not allow His will to supersede our own.  Therefore, in order for our hearts to change, we have to be willing to be changed.  Not only that, but when our hearts are truly changed, then we become open to the multitude of miracles awaiting us on the other side of that change. But I was not willing.  For a very long time. AND...I didn't even know it. But last week as I was driving around town, I had this overwhelming realization hit me--I hated my body.  Hated.  And I had hated it since I was 10 years old.  Body-image memories flooded me.  I specifically remembered listening to other girls talk in jr. high and high school about their body flaw

I wrote this article in the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic. I pondered rhythm frequently during this time. Is there a rhythm to a pandemic? Is it our role to try and shorten it? To learn to live "a new normal" and hopefully someday to return to the old rhythm we knew? I'm not sure of the answers to those questions, but pondering them led me to a deeper understanding of the Law of Rhythm. Every fall, as summer draws to a close, I begin to feel a bit restless.  The lazy days, the vacations, the lack of a strict routine, which all felt so inviting just a few months previous, now feel wearing, and I long for the structure of the school year.  The predictability.  The routine.  The security of knowing what to do and when to do it. A few months later, I feel taxed by the rigidity of the routine I once longed for.  It feels so never-ending, and my entire family longs for a break. By then, winter vacation is just around the bend, and we get the rest we long for. It reminds me of