Gulliver's Travels....

For much of my life, I've hoped for a miracle that would erase the past and sketch another present. Imagining myself to be another Gulliver, pinned down by real and imaginary forces, I'd think, I'm scared, poor me, or some variant of that theme, while I pleaded for divine intervention. What I often did not see at those life junctures was that the universe itself was waiting on me, and what held me captive was ultimately me. I was and am, you were and are, surrounded by miracles. Some of these miracles take our breath away; others quietly help us grapple with our circumstance and choose our way. I was reminded of these truths this past week, when I visited my relatives in the southern California desert.