The idea for this blog came to me in my quiet morning time.
With the world seemingly fractured and chaotic, I wondered what I could do in my little corner to help raise the vibration for good and help focus on what we’re all here to do–love each other.
Reviving and restructuring a blog I started in 2016 is what popped into my head, along with the book I was re-reading called A Course in Miracles. I emailed the Foundation for Inner Peace for permission to use quotations from the course, registered Coming Home to My Soul as a .net, and here we are.
Miracles in all their form will be the focus of this new work. They’re not something so esoteric and removed from each of us as to be some pie-in-the-sky topic. If you can recognize a miracle in your back yard, it can’t help but give you hope for mankind that we’re not all doomed to extinction but instead poised for a great new universe.
I’ve discovered in the last few years since a worldwide pandemic has become endemic that there are miracles everywhere if we know how to watch for them, listen to them, and even smell them.
Here’s a miracle I listened to last Sunday during the sharing time before our regular church service began. Barbara got up to tell the story of her former world champion quarter horse named Bling. Two weeks ago. Bling foaled, and her baby was given the name Isabella. Things seemed to be going well for the mother and daughter, but Bling had not stopped bleeding after the traumatic birth. It had taken four adults to pull and prod that foal out of her. She was a new mother and didn’t seem to have a clue what to do. As Barbara watched Bling on the barn’s closed-circuit TV after the foaling, she noticed the mare had not stopped bleeding. A local vet had looked at Bling and thought she would get better soon but to call him if she didn’t. She didn’t. At 10 the next night, Barbara loaded Bling and Isabella into a trailer and headed to the K-State College of Veterinary Medicine, where all the tough-to-treat animal cases from this area seem to land.
The next day, the staff at K-State called Barbara to say Bling was getting progressively worse, despite getting pumped full of IV medicines. They separated Bling and Isabella to give the mother horse some rest. They called later that day to report that Bling’s legs had become so weak she could no longer stand. The prognosis was not good.
That’s when Barbara, two friends, and a ranch hand headed to Manhattan. When they got to Bling’s stall, Barbara looked into her horse’s eyes and saw hope and a silent plea.
“This animal is not ready to go,” Barbara announced.
She asked the veterinarian and her friends to come into the stall. At Barbara’s request, they encircled Bling and laid their hands on her while Barbara prayed. She asked God to spare Bling so she could return to the pasture with her friends and raise her baby. She asked that God hold Isabella in his arms in the same way he had held Barbara when she had been so severely injured by a horse while in a show ring last year.
Upon returning to Topeka that day, Barbara got a call from Manhattan reporting that Bling was improving. The next day, the horse could stand again, so Isabella was put back into the stall with Bling.
Bling and Isabella are returning home this week. The veterinarian at K-State confessed to their owner that in all her years treating horses, she had never seen an animal so close to death make such a miraculous recovery.
Yes, miracles still happen every day, and as near to us as a neighbor recovering from cancer or a beautiful sunset we take the time to notice.
Be ready. Listen, watch, and prepare to be amazed by the amount of love and hope that continues to dwell on this old earth.