Grateful for Miracles in Motion

Choose Healing over Harm. Choose Forgiveness.

Some miracles are loud: the ones we cheer for, celebrate, and post about. But others are quieter. They take place deep inside the soul—when something soft opens where a wound once was. When the heart chooses release instead of revenge. When we let go of our grip on being right and reach, instead, for peace.

This past month, I lived one of those quiet miracles.

After being hit by a motorcycle—shaken, bruised, and left with questions about justice and accountability—I considered pursuing legal action. I could have. And I believe I would’ve had grounds.

But after deep reflection, prayer, and conversation with my husband, I chose a different path: I chose to let it go.

Not because it didn’t matter. But because *my peace matters more.*

Choosing Healing Over Harm

There’s a kind of strength that doesn’t look like strength. It’s the strength to forgive. To unclench your fists. To bless the one who broke you. To wish healing for someone who caused harm.  For them, and for you, because you don’t want to carry it anymore.

That’s what I chose. Not out of fear. Not out of weakness. But because I saw the young man’s pain. Because I believe his suffering is enough. Because adding more harm won’t ease mine.

I chose healing. And in doing so, I was healed.

The Scent of Forgiveness

Mark Twain once wrote, “Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” That quote lives in my bones right now.

Forgiveness, real forgiveness, isn’t grand or loud. It’s an essence… a quiet scent that lingers after the storm. It isn’t about forgetting. It’s about remembering without reopening the wound.

It’s a choice to walk lighter. To live in alignment with the person you most want to be.

A Miracle in Motion

Some miracles don’t come with fireworks. They come with a soft breath and a release.

They come with the decision to bless instead of blame.

They come with grace.

I’m still healing. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. But this one decision, to forgive, to let go, moved something deep in me.

It reminded me that healing is not passive. It’s a *choice.* A holy one.

And today, I’m grateful for that kind of miracle.