Bubbles

Standing in line at the grocery store I glanced over to see the brightly colored bottles of my youth. In a moment of silliness I decided to buy some. My son is now a teenager but I didn't allow this to prevent my head from filling with colorful visions of us sitting on the back patio blowing bubbles and laughing. I remembered what I always tell myself and others "You're never too old and it's never too late." If I'm not too old to blow bubbles then he certainly should be able to join me.

I expected the usual teenage resistance to any Mom inspired idea, but he actually agreed to do it. It was not quite the laughter filled event that entered my head a few hours before. We just enjoyed the moment peacefully. As I watched the bubbles float effortlessly through the air, a deep sense of peace filled me. I was calmed by watching them float effortlessly by; some big and some small. The small ones are just bubbles that need a touch more soap and a lot more air.

It occurred to me that bubbles are like miracles. Some are big, some are small, but when you breathe into them they expand. When they burst, the particles drop down on the other bubbles and become part of them. This way they will be able to expand should someone breathe more life into them.

A few days later I was sitting on the back patio. I happened to glance at the bottles of bubbles. I hadn't noticed this before. The label read 'Miracle Bubbles' and I smiled. I want my life to be like that. I want to breathe so much fullness into the miracle bubble of my life that it can no longer be contained. It will have to break open and shower down miracles upon thousands of other bubbles, giving them the power to expand. That is the kind of life I intend to have.