"Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles." ~ George Bernard Shaw  

My brother, Keith, experienced something mysterious and moving last week. After telling me about it, he suggested I share it with you. He felt it may be helpful to someone reading this.  

Keith and his wife, Annmarie, have a cuckoo clock. It's been in their home for many years. In 2010 it stopped running. Keith tried many times and in many ways to fix it. When all attempts failed, he and Annmarie simply got used to the clock's silence and ignored it. 

One week ago, upon waking at dawn on December 23, in a one-sided "talk" with our deceased dad, as well as in traditional prayers, Keith asked for a sign that he was heard and that he should hold hope about certain concerns.

Later that day, at about dusk on December 23 - which happens to be the date of our dad's birth - the clock suddenly started ticking. 

Was it a gentle miracle? A mystical happening? An awesome coincidence? A sign of answered prayer? A message from our dad?

It seems to me that in any interpretation and every take-away, there is wonder, beauty, and hope. 

May we see beauty, hold hope, and keep wonder alive.

With love,
Charlene