While I’m sharing what I’ve found in my inbox today, I thought this should be shared as well:
There are no miracles for those that have no faith in them. 
— French proverb
I believe in miracles. Even little miracles. And not just because it’s the Christmas season.
Case in point: after a particularly harried and stressful afternoon of work, I was sipping my CB White Chocolate Dream at a crossroad junction when He decided to help me lift my dark cloud. A rather portly, Santa-lookalike was waiting to cross the 4-lane road at the traffic lights. The walking green man started flashing as a signal for Mr Santa to cross. Mr Santa, however, did not notice it right away as he was busy taking in the sights and sounds of this foreign place. When he finally started walking, halfway across the road, the walking green man turned into a running green man. At this point, Mr Santa who was watching the light, started walking and hopping with arms flaying about his sides across the remainder of the road!
Now, I don’t know about you. But at that moment, I did not care that I looked like a haggard office worker going demented by having a laugh all on her own at the coffee shop. I only wish that I had my phone’s video camera turned on and filmed the little drama 
Because I believe, my day turned from 
to 
