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Religious Education Musings
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March 2007 Well, we finally got our snow!!! On February 6, I flew to Cleveland to spend a grandmother week with Emma and Miriam, the two little girls of Marcel’s son, also Marcel, and his wife Jackie. Jackie’s mother had to have surgery and Jackie needed to be with her. It was really great. Two and a half-year old Miriam and I spent the day playing. Seven year-old Emma came home from school at 4:00pm to join us. Daddy Marcel arrived from work for by supper time. Three years ago I had barely met Jackie and Marcel and Emma; there wasn’t any Miriam. Now I am part of their family and they of mine and I am so blessed. Jackie is bright and witty; Marcel is much like his father, “my” Marcel, kind and loving and caring. The girls are lovely and lively and delightful and they call me “Nannie”; I am their grandmother and they are my granddaughters. Miracles do happen.On the way home, I got as far as Philadelphia and learned that my connecting flight to Manchester had been cancelled. The airport was wild. Flights were cancelled. Flights were rescheduled. Flights were overbooked and late and information wasn’t readably available. There were people everywhere, pleasant ones and those who were snarly to the helpless airline workers. There was one young woman who had been in the airport for two days and nights and had been wait-listed and then not able to get on twelve!! flights. She looked desperately tired, but she spoke pleasantly and quietly as she explained her situation to yet another airline agent. I got to see her finally board a plane. There were tears in her eyes. It was another miracle for me that I had met and talked to her. What a lovely model of living our first principle she was. There is a saying that life is what happens while you’re making other plans. Miracles are part of that. I would add “never doubt that”, but the truth is that I often do. Then something like an unplanned week in Cleveland happens and I remember again. March has always been the hardest month for me. I just seem to run out of get-up-and-go. The world looks grey and muddy and I feel as though my soul probably does too. But this year I go into March, recently reminded that we never do know what is around the corner and it may well be a miracle, at least a mini one.
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