I want to get outside as it is beautiful. It is Labor Day, a holiday here in the States. It makes for a long weekend and sort of the end of the summer season. So shortie post today but a goodie. By the way a message from Australia from Grace that Spring is there and she is taking her first swim in the ocean. We are just one plane ticket away!
I just wanted to relate a little story about a little piece of soap. Yea. One day at some nameless albergue (hostel) I had used the toilet and was at the sinks to wash my hands and was looking for the soap dispenser on the wall since I hadn’t bothered to bring my kit in. No dispenser, no soap, oh darn.
Sometimes along the Camino things happen in such little ways at times that normally would seem little or empty or sparse or just plain ordinary and easy to overlook as anything meaningful. Anyway, there were four sinks in a row and on one I spied something tiny. Look at that, a piece of soap that someone left just for me! It was the size of my littlest finger nail. And I washed my hands carefully with that little piece of soap and look there is still some left for someone else. Just the littlest, tiniest of miracles.
Looks like Matthew, me, Laura and Anamaria figuring something out, no small thing.
Hi Phil, can you please send me those pictures? I don’t have any of me in my POV role, nor in my castle. Thanks and enjoy labor day 🙂
You are so right, Phil, that every one of those small miracles was meaningful and how we hardly notice them in our Real Life contexts.
I met a young Pole in Puente la Reina who said he was walking the camino to talk to God and I flippantly asked, ‘Ya think he’ll talk back to you?’ He replied, ‘Yes, He already has. When I left St Jean Pied de Port, I forgot my water bottle and there was nowhere to buy more and, even if I found a fountain, I had no container to carry it in. I was seriously frightened because it is a long stretch with no water on the way to Roncesvalles. I reached Orisson and its fountain and there was a full bottle of water that someone had left behind.’
Among the many miracles I experienced, meeting you and Kelly was right up there. At least once every day I spread my arms to heaven and said. ‘Thank you so much for this gift. You always take care of me!’ And He does.
Love,
Mary Margaret
PS
Found a terrific Spanish cookbook today at the used book store and can’t wait to have a tapas party!
Nice, thank you.
Should miracles makes us cry? Some tears wake me up this morning reading your post. Also Mary’s Margaret comment…
Laura