Miracles and Gratitude Day 14

When I was at my dad’s recently, I saw some Mindful cards my momma had bought one of us for Christmas. As I went through the cards, one in particular caught my eye.

It said:

“Put your hand on your heart and feel your own heartbeat.”

Say what?

That would mean slowing down enough to actually notice this amazing thing we have in our chests.

I tried it.

It instantly shifted my perspective on what a miracle a heart is and because of its work, what a miracle I am. We are.

My grateful list today is to offer somewhat of a ‘standing ovation’ to some parts of this body that keep me going, but tend to get taken for granted a bit. A ‘thank you’ so to speak.

Gratitude:

  • a heart that beats
  • eyes that see
  • ears that hear
  • liver that does many jobs
  • kidneys that flush
  • adrenals that handle hormones
  • brain that gives movements, memories, thoughts, and functioning
  • taste buds
  • nose that smells
  • skin that glows
  • hair that grows
  • lungs that breathe

Miracle photos:

My kitties

my kitty Coco, she’s a one year old
Coco’s foot
my kitty, Squealer
Squealer

Hope you have a great day!

Jessica

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** all writing and photographs are mine

9 thoughts on “Miracles and Gratitude Day 14

      • My mom had this poem in her drawer. As I mentioned to you, my mom was hit by a car at age 11 and had 42 operations in her lifetime (one was me, a C-section, the rest were related to the accident). So when I read what you wrote, I almost sent you this poem, but since you said you didn’t get many comments, I’ll include it now. It is by a singer/songwriter Red Foley.

        “Today upon a bus, I saw
        A lovely maid with golden hair; I envied her – she seemed so gay –
        And oh, I wished I were so fair.
        When suddenly she rose to leave,
        I saw her hobble down the aisle,
        She had one foot and wore a crutch,
        But as she passed, a smile.
        Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
        I have two feet – the world is mine.

        And when I stopped to buy some sweets,
        The lad who served me had such charm;
        He seemed to radiate good cheer,
        His manner was so kind and warm.
        I said, “It’s nice to deal with you,
        Such courtesy I seldom find.”
        He turned and said, “Oh, thank you, sir!”
        And I saw that he was blind.
        Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
        I have two eyes – the world is mine.

        Then, when walking down the street,
        I saw a child with eyes of blue.
        He stood and watched the others play;
        It seemed he knew not what to do,
        I stopped a moment, then I said:
        “Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
        He looked ahead without a word,
        And then I knew; He could not hear.
        Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
        I have two ears – the world is mine.

        With feet to take me where I’d go,
        With eyes to see the sunset’s glow,
        With ears to hear what I should know:
        I’m blessed indeed, The world is mine;
        Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.”

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    • Hi Ann. Thank you very much. I can’t quite explain it, but after seeing my momma SO sick, and going through all this grief, my body keeps right on working. On days when all I could/can do was absolutely cry, my heart keeps beating. Such a gift in that. Just in the noticing, I guess. Thank you for commenting. Means a lot.

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