“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
As you know, our dear friend Pat McHugh passed away early last Saturday morning. The memorial service was scheduled for Tuesday morning at 10 a.m. in Boston.
It was very important to us, and to the family, that we attend. But Jerry C. just started a new job. So I went online Saturday morning, and was able to make a reservation for myself using frequent flier miles. We were sad that I would have to go alone, but at least one of us could go.
The Universe, however, does not operate on “at least.” Jerry C.’s manager asked him Monday morning how his friend in Boston was. He told the story, to which she replied, “you have to go.”
So I jumped on the airline’s website to see, if by some miracle, I could find another ticket using our remaining frequent flier miles. (Purchasing a ticket would have been over $1300.) There was one, which I quickly booked for Jerry. Although we would arrive in Boston at different times, and leave at different times, at least we could be there together for the service.
But again, there was no “at least.” Thanks to a weather delay in San Francisco, I was rebooked on the same outbound flight as Jerry. We flew through Chicago, and arrived in Boston at 9:15 Tuesday morning. We made it to the church in time to pray with the family and attend the service.
The Grace of Spirit wasn’t finished with us yet. We went to the airport after the service and reception, and were able to change our flights home so we flew together, arriving earlier than originally booked. (And in “Economy Plus” aisle seats with extra legroom–no cramped middle seats!!) The kind United customer service person said “I’m not really supposed to do this…” as she handed us our new boarding passes, without charging us for the change, and we smiled in the knowledge that Spirit operates on principle, not precedence.
Our physical experience of our dear one was that of absolute Divine Love and Grace, starting with finding her at the apartment complex where we lived south of Boston (of all the areas we could have chosen to live in the city, we were drawn to that one) 17 years ago; and ending with the unending miracles of this week. I say physical experience, because we know the love and joy that was Pat will always be with us.
So what’s the big deal? To me, the big deal is that a “miracle” is not just the parting of the Red Sea, or turning water into wine. It is the day by day experience of the loving, nurturing, providing Grace of Spirit. In every area of my life, without exception.
My truth today and every day is that “every one and every thing I meet leans toward me to bless me.” I accept that as your truth, too.