Miracles Happen

An empty wooden bench among flowering shrubs in a garden.

Written by, Still Doug

It has been said; there are two kinds of people in the world, those who believe in miracles, and those who don’t. I believe all of God’s will in our lives are miracles. Recently I was sitting in a beautiful garden in Salem, Massachusetts. I see this garden as a miracle, as it has been there since the 17th Century. Not long ago this was a place I would get high, on a lunch break from work. But in August I sat where I used to, with only a homemade sandwich and  water. It actually felt good not to get high. As I enjoyed the stunning garden and my lunch, I felt God’s presence. This lunch break was His will not mine! Returning to work I proudly walked in the front door. When I was high, I crept into the back and washed up in a mop-sink, changed my shirt, used mouthwash, eyedrops, and aftershave. Today, I am not a slave to that behavior. For me that’s a miracle. If you’re new or coming back, please stay with us. LET THE MIRACLE HAPPEN.

Published in A New Leaf – November 2026

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