Many flowers arrived at the time of my sister's passing. One morning, I needed to switch from my "usual" spot at her dining room table to a different place. I looked up from my computer ... and gasped. A bouquet which had occupied the center of the table for several days appeared totally different as I gazed at it from a different angle.
A large lily, its yellow sun color vibrant and joyous, confronted me. It bloomed with cheerful determination, a benediction to my tear-reddened eyes.
Would I have ever noticed it if I hadn't moved from one chair to another? I don't know. It reminded me that a change of perspective is all that is needed sometimes to find miracles in this life. And perhaps that is the biggest miracle of all--that I am able to find miracles at all when my heart is still so broken.
Joy for today: finding miracles.