Happiness. . . Miracles

I was thinking about perfection the other day. Our family was together for a pre 4^th of July dinner. I was looking at the plants around my daughter’s patio when I noticed a praying mantis preening on a branch in the sunlight. I ignored the banter of my family as I sat watching this wonder of nature, a wonder I was always in awe of its majesty of perfection.

I leaned in closer and realized it was just a leaf. Oh, how disappointed I was. But, as I turned my attention back to my family, I could not help but think about how perfect nature is regardless of how repulsive we may think an insect may be. For instance, I think a slug is. . . ugh!

And nature is perfect! I look at my family. From my senior in college grandson and my industry captains daughter and son-in-law, I know our futures are safe. My retired brother-in-law and wife, both former finance professionals keep us honest in our views, even though my brother-in-law can be a little too pro UVA at times. And then there is me, the retired worn-out college professor and philosopher trying to keep all of them grounded to God’s earth. As much as we complain; as much as we get nasty; we love each other; and we are perfect, perfect because God created us the way we are, and we must learn to be together.

We love each other! When one is sick or hurt, we gather round to comfort him or her. We care for each other! When one is successful, we praise each other. When we are together, we pray together; we love each other. We are happy; and in its way, we are one of nature’s miracles.