NayaSurya
01 May 2010, 08:27 AM
Upon the thread of wonderful EM comment that God's miracles are often so gentle. I decided to post the one of the last wonders I experience during meditation.
I was meditating on my children and their fate. Knowing that segments of those who follow SD would call my children maayavadi or mleccha. So I ask to show me how I can raise my child strong in a faith that because of birth color/heritage we can not convert. Suddenly the internal dialog says "just wait the answer comes."
I giggle thinking wow this time a quick answer? Sometimes the scene is set before the question.
My almost 19 year old daughter come in from school.(she turn 19 in 2 days) She hands me a butterfly. She tells me it was hit by a car and she immediately goes in the kitchen and gets some water on one of my Mandevilla leaves and brings it to the butterfly.
It dies the next day...on a flower beside Siva. As I meditate that morning I am forced to open eyes and I see the butterfly moving it's wings. This is when the message finally is understood. Then as my prayer ended...it grew still. I check on it and made sure it was dead. It was.
Then the lesson is understood.
Many many years ago....when my daughter was out playing with me...we live in another golf community in a bigger city. A truck comes along and smashes a butterfly on the road by our home. I run to the road, pick it up and gently carry it back to my home. It is dying...there had been a severe dought that Summer so I knew it was probably very thirsty. I take it outside and put a maple leaf with a drop of water for it to drink. The broken butterfly drank it all. So I went inside to get more. When I came back out...the butterfly was gone. Completely gone, I looked everywhere. There is no way this could be. The butterfly only had a portion of it's wings.
I realize this was a test and I went inside and went on my knees to pray at my bedroom window. The window was large ceiling to floor Pella which crank outward and have fixed screens. The veiw was breathtaking as the sunlight filtered down from the leaves of the forrest behind our home. I kneel down and pray. Thanking God for the test. I raise slightly to see the sunlight was fluttering on the floor. I look up and see thousands of butterflies ALL over everything! They were everywhere! All over the window...all over the screen...and the trees outside were covered!
I drop to my knees again thankful for the sign.
This sign is my daughters first sign from God.
She saw this happen to me. Many years later...the child still brings in the cricket...the butterfly...moves the worm out of the harmful bright rays of sun.
God's answer finally was understood.
Raise the child concerned over the butterfly...raise the child in love and compassion.
I have...and now that child...well learned and with a full heart of compassion....returns to her well learned lesson and acts accordingly
Sometimes God's signs can come in the split second of decision.
I will never allow my fear of doing right by my children cause doubt again.
When the teacher can not be found...this is when the lesson becomes most divine.
I was meditating on my children and their fate. Knowing that segments of those who follow SD would call my children maayavadi or mleccha. So I ask to show me how I can raise my child strong in a faith that because of birth color/heritage we can not convert. Suddenly the internal dialog says "just wait the answer comes."
I giggle thinking wow this time a quick answer? Sometimes the scene is set before the question.
My almost 19 year old daughter come in from school.(she turn 19 in 2 days) She hands me a butterfly. She tells me it was hit by a car and she immediately goes in the kitchen and gets some water on one of my Mandevilla leaves and brings it to the butterfly.
It dies the next day...on a flower beside Siva. As I meditate that morning I am forced to open eyes and I see the butterfly moving it's wings. This is when the message finally is understood. Then as my prayer ended...it grew still. I check on it and made sure it was dead. It was.
Then the lesson is understood.
Many many years ago....when my daughter was out playing with me...we live in another golf community in a bigger city. A truck comes along and smashes a butterfly on the road by our home. I run to the road, pick it up and gently carry it back to my home. It is dying...there had been a severe dought that Summer so I knew it was probably very thirsty. I take it outside and put a maple leaf with a drop of water for it to drink. The broken butterfly drank it all. So I went inside to get more. When I came back out...the butterfly was gone. Completely gone, I looked everywhere. There is no way this could be. The butterfly only had a portion of it's wings.
I realize this was a test and I went inside and went on my knees to pray at my bedroom window. The window was large ceiling to floor Pella which crank outward and have fixed screens. The veiw was breathtaking as the sunlight filtered down from the leaves of the forrest behind our home. I kneel down and pray. Thanking God for the test. I raise slightly to see the sunlight was fluttering on the floor. I look up and see thousands of butterflies ALL over everything! They were everywhere! All over the window...all over the screen...and the trees outside were covered!
I drop to my knees again thankful for the sign.
This sign is my daughters first sign from God.
She saw this happen to me. Many years later...the child still brings in the cricket...the butterfly...moves the worm out of the harmful bright rays of sun.
God's answer finally was understood.
Raise the child concerned over the butterfly...raise the child in love and compassion.
I have...and now that child...well learned and with a full heart of compassion....returns to her well learned lesson and acts accordingly
Sometimes God's signs can come in the split second of decision.
I will never allow my fear of doing right by my children cause doubt again.
When the teacher can not be found...this is when the lesson becomes most divine.