When Miracles are People, not Things

Dear Reader:

Yesterday when we discussed the importance of setting a personal mission goal to interact with another human being each day…I forgot to add that by doing so…we can be transforming into miracles within ourselves… many times never knowing it happened (after the fact.)

We have a tendency to categorize miracles into “Things” boxes…not “human” boxes. The “timing” was miraculous, or the miraculous gift arrived at the perfect moment, the play ended in a touchdown miraculously as the buzzer ended the game.

Yet when we look back at the “miracles” in our lives that changed the direction we were going… to a completely different detour and style of life…it usually involves the help of another person…a miracle worker.

Miracles are defined by age, maturity, spirituality…they can be something more concrete or abstract according to each individual’s needs.

For example:

I had my camera out at Rutledge’s tag football game…trying to capture some action shots…but everything happened so fast…I never had time to set up a picture before the play was over. Rutledge’s big moment when the quarterback threw him a pass that he caught (miraculous at that age, believe me) and ran in for a score…. happened on the furtherest end of the field away from me.

*But like Walsh reassured me…seeing it fresh with my own eyes (as it was happening) is much better than a photo anyway. Last night as I went through the pathetic pictures..blurry, off-kilter…I suddenly stopped. Could it possibly be?

It was still a little blurry but doggone it…if I didn’t get one action shot…Rutledge pulling the tag off the opposing runner and stopping the play. Rutledge was thrilled and me too…Boo Boo had gotten one action shot from my grandson’s tag football game! A true miracle!

And then sometimes our grandchildren can be the miracle we needed to hear.

Jakie found my pull-on sleeping cap yesterday morning when I got up and   put it on…much cuter on him (an adorable Snow White dwarf) but the most precious thing he said happened Saturday night…

We were sitting on the sofa and out of the blue he asked me how old I was? I braced myself and said 70…”I am 70 years old Jake. Without even a pause..he stared at me quite seriously and said “That’s not very old, Boo Boo…70 is a “Mommy age.” 

My little “miracle worker”…maybe I didn’t look as bad as I thought after three weeks of the hoops and croops. I hugged him and thanked him for his comment. (Sorry Mandy…one’s woman’s miracle is another woman’s cross to bear…just funning!”) 🙂 🙂

I took Eva Cate to Barnes and Noble to let her pick out a Nancy Drew book for making the A-Honor roll…of course we then had to get some tcby.. too close not to! 🙂

So until tomorrow…miracles come in all shapes and sizes…living miracles and concrete ones…but regardless they are the best of God’s Winks. They keep us as excited as little children about a surprise that will come one day when least expected.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Another God Wink…when I got home yesterday there was a box from Amazon.com. When I opened it…it was the Serta recliner/sofa mini-blanket….it had come in one day...unbelievable. I immediately turned it on…fell into the recliner and had the best nap in days! It doesn’t take much to make me happy these days and staying warm is one of them.

*As I was leaving Wakendaw Lakes in Mt. Pleasant yesterday they had this fun ditty on their Community Sign…..(Haven’t we all gotten so frustrated with “Auto-Correct“? We finish emailing or texting a note and when we glance at it…”auto correct”  has incorrectly changed everything so nothing makes a bit of sense any more. It is like we just finished a paragraph of “pig latin.”

This ditty read:

AUTO CORRECT made me say things I didn’t NINTENDO.


About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to When Miracles are People, not Things

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    You had a lot of little miracles with your grands…the cap looked adorable on Jakie and Eva Kate is like Emmie…growing up too fast …how fun to be able to spend time with her…and I love the picture of Rutledge…way to go…


    • Becky Dingle says:

      A full, cold day for sure Saturday but Sunday was gorgeous…Eva Cate read 25 pages of the first chapter of her Nancy Drew book to me…never thought I would see it happen after so many initial struggles with reading…her miracle worker is her teacher this year and all the ones prior to it who took a little girl with learning disabilities and turned the light on.


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