When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is.

It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do.

I could heal with a touch and never have to watch someone slowly fade away.

I could do everything, keep people well indefinitely, but I don’t have that power.

I do have the power of my mind and my heart, the power to explain and discuss. I have the willingness to try and the backbone to stand tall when I least want to.

And I have the privledge to watch those around me move through life on their own steam.

My son, learning how to express himself. My daughters, forming their own opinions about the world and learning to share them.

My family and friends, going about their lives and allowing me a place of my own, close to them.

My patients, trusting in me to do my best, believing that I have the power to help them.

Life is a miracle everyday, but especially right now. This time of year reminds me that we are all born into this world as the most amazing gift, and we celebrate one very special child who came to save us all. Who was given to us by a being who we can’t begin to understand, to be a light that would guide us to a better world.

Each of us can be a miracle to someone, every day of the year. We just have to start by believing in ourselves and the people around us.

What a powerful and magical world it could be.