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Maybe Miracles Don’t Just Happen

Maybe Miracles Don’t Just Happen

 

As I ponder this Easter weekend, I am reminded that miracles happen. . . and that usually they don’t just happen.

To receive a miracle is more than passive acceptance of something wonderful.  Miracles require work. They require relationship. They require surrender.  Miracles require that the recipient of the miracle take enormous risk, and this risk, in and of itself, is transformative.  The learning and, oftentimes, deep pain that comes with the decision to risk, changes us in profound and beautiful ways. I believe miracles are the result of Divine intervention. . . absolutely!  They’re also the result of a two-sided relationship with our Creator.

The last 5 years have opened my eyes to miracles all around me.  When I see a miracle I see my Creator at work. Yes I do. I also see risk.  I see the massive vulnerability and bravery that comes with taking the risk a miracle demands.  I see years of hard work and preparation and then I see the grueling labor and love it takes to really live out our miracles.  I see belief in the impossible. I see an acceptance of our own inadequacies and need for support.

However, I have also experienced times when the Divine is ready for a miracle, but we are not.  I am learning to recognize miracles each day, and to pray for the strength, grace, and wisdom to embrace miracles offered and grieve miracles lost.

As we work in this field, I am humbled by the passion that exists among people making the world a better place for all living beings – the people with whom we work every day!  The miracles needed for our clients, our animal therapy partners, and for our businesses bring tears to my eyes. As we give and give to others the miracles needed in our personal lives is staggering.  It is my hope this Easter Monday that we all have the strength to walk in a world of miracles in a way that profoundly deepens the relationships for which we were created.

Happy Easter from our little family to yours.  

 

Think About It: Natural Lifemanship Applied to Politics

Think About It: Natural Lifemanship Applied to Politics

…Think About It

I woke up this morning and wondered what it would look like if our political parties used the principles of Natural Lifemanship to interact with each other and to do business. Think about it.

What if each party attempted to meet both their own needs and the needs of the other party?

What if each party cared about and worked for compromise and equality in their partnership?

What if each party truly understood that if it is not good for both parties, it ultimately is not good for either party? What if they responded appropriately when the other party “moved their feet”?

What if each party created space for the other party to make choices that are best for both parties? That neither party took away the choices of the other party and neither tried to control the other?

What if both were careful with their verbal and nonverbal communications with the other?

What if it were safe to make mistakes, disagree, and openly and honestly communicate ideas, needs, and beliefs?

What if each party appropriately controlled itself, and made choices using their whole brains?

What if each party respected the other party and was able to set and accept limits?

What if each party was assertive in their communication and actions and not passive or aggressive?

What if both parties were able to use the principles of pressure appropriately? That is, each party increased the pressure when the other party was ignoring. Each party maintained the pressure when the other party was resisting, and each party released the pressure when the other party was cooperating?

What would it be like?

What might we accomplish?

Rebecca J. Hubbard writes stories for children and is a master’s level licensed marriage and family therapist in Texas specializing in equine-assisted psychotherapy.  More information can be found at www.rebeccahubbardlmft.com

A Second Chance

A Second Chance

A Second Chance

by Tim Jobe

In the Anacacho Mountains where the slick rock is the king

And the blackbrush and guajillo own the land,

A bay colt was born one morning by a barely flowing spring

On the Texas ranch of a shorenuff old cowman.

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