Okay, I'm officially head over heals in love. My boyfriend is the most amazing man on the face of the planet. He makes me feel so special, so beautiful. Even though I left for college he's willing to wait for me. I WILL marry my wolf-man some day, just you wait and see.

I went for a walk in the woods today. One of the few things I enjoy about living in the boonies is I just have to walk out my door to touch nature; to feel the presence of a force so infinitely greater than myself. The world is just beginning to wake after an incredibly long and difficult winter. The grass turns green. The crocuses bloom. Moss regrows in patches all over the forest. It is truly glorious. The world has been born again and I am awakening with it.

Drifting through the moss covered pines mist settles over my face and arms like the wings of a million fairies flitting around and through me. It is this kind of mediocre miracle that keeps me going from day to day. These little breaths of the divine are some of God’s greatest gifts to my whimsical spirit. Mediocre miracles are the moments that stop me in my tracks, where I have no choice but to praise God.

All through my life mediocre miracles have been God’s sign to me that He is there and He’s in control. They’re His way of telling me, “I understand, and I care.” Through random hugs from friends just when I’m in the trough of depression and butterflies following me down the sidewalk I am aware of God’s presence in this dark world.

Once on a bus trip to Lansing I was feeling absolutely awful; about my self, about my friends, about having to wake up at five thirty in the MORNING. On the verge of tears I curled my knees up to my chin and stared out the window. There I saw a tiny sparrow following the bus down the highway. Flapping with all is might he struggled to maintain the pace. Finally, with one last push of his little wings he veered off. Flick, whistle, he was gone.

In that moment I felt a connection with the little avian. It was like God had sent him just to make me smile, just to let His light shine in my heart again. At that moment I was filled from head to toe with this glorious feeling of love. I continued through that day with the picture of my sparrow friend etched in my heart. Whenever I’m about to give up he comes to mind, and the warmth returns.

Though they are nothing special, mediocre miracles are the greatest parts of life here on earth. Things like, seeing my crush round the corner in a crowded hallway, songs that give me goose bumps, and walking in the woods with my family make me fee fantastic. Life is good, as long as there are little things that make me smile and wry comments that make me giggle.

These small moments drive me through my life. I believe in every day miracles and the joy they bring. As long as there are snow drops, as long ast here is hopscotch, there is goodness. This I believe.

Fantasy is a mere abstraction of reality. It is man attempting to understand the infinite creativity of God. In its negative, fantasy is man trying to play God. In its positive fantasy is man glorifying God by mimicking His creation.
There is no such thing as meaningless dreaming or purposeless invention. Even the most ambiguous abstraction has connections and applications in the real world. Sometimes even the dreamer doesn’t know what he dreams, but everything, even nothing has a reason for existing.
You see, there is a fine line between fantasy and reality. Very few can see it, and even fewer can dance upon it. Those dancers are the true geniuses of the world for they can choose between sanity and oblivion.
The true potential of man balances on that line. Greatness lies between insanity and control. One must grip tightly to God or they will trip and tumble into cold, depressing veracity or burning, assaulting lunacy.