In whose hands is the miracle?

The world is changing so fast that sometimes it seems like I can't keep up with it. I'm beginning to resist to keep balance.

The tension inside is growing, and I'm exhausted. Then I catch my breath and recall that the birth of something new follows after each death. Rebirth. And this is the real miracle.

I constantly remind myself, especially on Christmas eve, that the main thing is to believe in it and trust the unknown forces that feed, protect and support the fragile process of change.