Message from Gail Sharp
There was a time many years ago when I thought miracles occurred just in the Bible or in fantasy movies. But now I know that miracles are real. Some are big, many of them are tiny, and all are equally cool.
Nutmeg, the miracle dog
Last weekend when our TallGrass team went to Marshdale Park to start the Barefoot Walk to help end child sex trafficking, it was pouring rain and cold. I certainly wasnít looking forward to taking off my shoes and walking a mile. But we were there and we were committed. Then, a half hour before the start, the rain stopped, clouds parted, the sun came out, and it was warm and beautiful! A miracle!
Hereís an even more dramatic example. My sweet little dog, Nutmeg, was run over in my driveway. It was a freak accident involving ball-chasing obsessed Nutmeg. The carís front tire rolled over her chest and the back tire went over her abdomen. Of course, she went into shock. We rushed her to the hospital to discover that, other than being very sore, she had no injuries, no broken bones -- despite a 3,000 pound car rolling over her. A week later, she was running and playing with no issues. My miracle dog!
You may say itís just the weather or just the angle at which my dog was hit. I am convinced, however, that these were miracles. And I see them every single day: yesterday, the miracle of watching a herd of elk moms surrounding their babies while they played at Evergreen Lake and the sunset every night over the mountains. I could go on and on.
I hope that you, too, are open to seeing the daily miracles that surround us every day!
Gail Sharp is the owner of TallGrass Spa and Salon. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org .