I was driving to brunch this afternoon, stuck in a little traffic, when the words popped into mind: Im ready for miracles!

Of course, I dont experience this sort of thunderbolt on a daily basis.

When I do, I recognize it as something unusual, and I pay special attention.

Anyway, I am up for some inspired things to come into my life, and happily, this means Ive had it up to here with the mundane.

I dont think miracles just happen, and by miracles I mean significant events, moments, insights, appreciations, people, and opportunities.

Like special guests at a holiday meal, miracles need to be wanted, you have to open the door to them, listening for their sometimes very faint knocking.

Let me tell you about the first time in which I had this, something special is going to happen, feeling.

It was when I tried out for Little League. I had practiced a lot before the big day with a school chum a year older than me, and an amazing ballplayer in his own right.

When I was called to the outfield I took some deep breaths and felt that miraculous feeling. The coach hit a rocket high into the air and impossibly far behind me. And the second it left his bat, he yelled, Forget it!

By that time, it was too late. I was tracking it like a Patriot missile, and at just the right second I leaped in the air over my right shoulder and snared it in my glove, tumbled, and held on as I rolled to my feet.

Cheers rose from the crowd!

Truly, it was a miraculous catch; everyone said so, and I knew it, too.

So, I'm ready for more of those moments.

Where's my glove?