Tiny Miracles

I don’t know where to start!  But here goes.  I have the most beautiful family. My mom is the strongest person I know. She is someone who has really lived this life. She has a story.  My sister Jessica has her strength, and I love to talk with her. Her stories are little miracles, just like my mom’s stories!  The faith those two walk in will make your jaw open wide.

Yesterday I got a call from my sister.  We shared the most amazing stories of love, hope, and tiny miracles.  Of joy, of real honest to goodness joy that just comes over you.  Here are two of the stories below!

Her story: Well let me start by saying, we lost my dad’s dad this last week and this reminded my sister how blessed we are to have our dad.  My sister decided to grab everything my dad has made the girls and her (my dad who at some point in his life was an artist made handmade cards and rocks with drawing on them) and she set it all on the fireplace mantel.  My sister was out for the day and while she was out, her daughter Ava, 5 years old, asked her grandma for a piece of paper folded the long way.  She without anyone's help and without telling anyone what she was about to do, she replicated one of her Grandpa’s art works from sight (one that was on the fireplace mantel).  She even signed it like he did and everything.   Ava placed it right next to Grandpa’s art on the mantel.   Well Jess still had no idea of this.  The next day Jess was doing something and looked over at the fireplace mantel and saw something next to Grandpa’s hand drawn card.  She looked closer to see her daughter had drawn a replica.  Her heart was so over joyed, she feel to the ground.  She explained it as a joy that overwhelms you, a joy that brings you to tears.  That is all she said. I sit here and think about the joy she had.  I am not sure what she felt, or why she felt what she felt, but I know that as a mom you would feel that your child understands ways to show love, ways to show that she is thinking about you, and at such a young age, what a beautiful gift.  Jess says she will cherish this memory forever.  Here is the art work below:

My story:  While visiting my parents, the last night my mom and I were talking on the drive home. We both brought up my dad and how he loves to talk. He will get you sucked into a conversation and he won’t let you go.  We laughed and laughed.  He is always talking about God.  It is truly a beautiful thing.  One day a long time ago God put on my heart be thankful he is talking about God and not about sex,other women, or pornography.  Be thankful for him!  Well I spoke up that night and told my mom what was on my heart and we both just looked at each other and smiled.  My mom said in the most excited voice, “You Got that right.”  We then headed in to the house went into their bedroom where my dad was laying and my mom crawled into bed with him.  They were so giddy and full of love.  I grabbed my little Henrik and brought him in by them, and laid him on them, and Dad was silly with him and then my mom was silly with him. I grabbed my camera and it is the only picture I took all week of them, but it is a moment I want to cherish forever.  The love my parents have is strong, deep, hard, crazy, and amazing.  We want so much to change people, when all God wants from us is to see the good we all possess.  The picture of Henrik lying with them in bed:

That morning we shared tears, love, and joy.  She reminded me how blessed we truly are!