Do you feel that you sometimes plan more for the worst than you do for the best? I do. I had always planned for the worst. However, I didn't foresee the worst to be losing my little boy, the child we wanted for so very long. But then again, I didn't foresee a lot of things. So, I say I plan for the worst, but that is not the case, obviously. Since Wyatt grew his little wings, I have tried to live differently. I have tried to live in the moment and pray for the best. Again, I fell short, because I never thought a miracle would actually take place.
A miracle is an unexpected event attributed to divine intervention. A miracle is sometimes thought of as a perceptible interruption of the laws of nature. Others suggest that God may work with the laws of nature to perform what people perceive as miracles.
The above is the definition of a miracle as it is listed in Wikipedia.
Something happened in the past two days, something that can't be explained, something that words just do no justice. I believe it is a miracle which was discussed between Wyatt and God. I believe that the two of them worked together to ensure this miracle would one day unfold. But maybe, just maybe it is something so much more.
I still sit here dumbfounded. Stunned. In a state of shock. I can't believe that life is so very unpredictable. I can't believe that in a blink of an eye things can be changed so very quickly. I have witnessed this now twice. Once on May 26, when I woke up in my normal life only to have it totally changed a few hours later, and again yesterday when life changed yet again. I have been one who likes to plan and prepare for events but obviously someone or something is trying to prove that there are greater powers that should be doing the planning, not me.