Everyday Miracles
A lunchtime apparition suggests that Mary, the Mother of God, has a special project for me - and wants me to crack into it.
I live on the edge of nowhere.
It’s a miracle that I’m sitting outside in the car with my toddler today.
We’ve returned from Wednesday morning Bounce & Rhyme at the Dereham Public Library. It’s lunchtime. But the cleaners have arrived late (never happens - never before, never since). They need exclusive use of the house for another 10 minutes so they can do their thing. Most unusual.
It’s a miracle that I find a fruit jelly cup on the floor of the back seat. It’s my hungry wee one’s favourite food, and will tide h- over very happily till we can get inside.
It’s a miracle that a battered Toyota Starlet swings round the bend and comes to a dusty halt in the middle of the private road beside us. I know every car and piece of farm equipment that’s authorised to use this road. The Toyota Starlet is not one of them.
Out from the passenger seat steps a tall, snowy-haired priest. I know he’s a …