In my pre-kid days I took a class at the gym that started at 5:30 a.m. (Yeah; I know.) I remember driving there one Friday . . . Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, the biggest shopping day of the year. For this reason more cars filled the road than usual for that time. Near the end of my drive, I stopped for a green light. I have no idea why, but I slowed down and came to a complete stop at the traffic light. In the moment it took me to think “what the heck am I doing?” a car ran the red light across my path.
One night three years ago, as my second daughter was sleeping next to me, I started watching her chest move up and down gently as she breathed that sweet baby breath. But after a while, it wasn’t moving. Now, I know young babies (she was about six weeks at the time) sometimes have weird breathing patterns, but this seemed like an eternity (although probably only about 20 seconds). I put my hand on her and startled her a bit, she let out a gasp, and then she went right back to sleep, breathing normally, as if nothing had happened. I have wondered what the outcome would have been had we not been co-sleeping.
About two months back I had a “mishap” with the car involving a failed wheel bearing (which leaves you unable to steer properly). I felt for weeks something was just not right with the car, but I chalked it up to paranoia and never mentioned it. Thankfully, all it did was send me into a curb at 15 miles per hour right outside the military base where we live instead of into another car on the highway, into the guard rail on the bridge I crossed over one minute earlier, or worse. Two of my three babies were in the car with me.
I’m not sure if these would be considered “miracles” by most, but to me they were. I think of miracles as confirmation that God is looking out for you: Things that happen in your life that you attribute to God’s provision. When I recognize them (and I admit sometimes it takes a while) I make an effort to consider that perhaps God is trying to tell me something. Any time God speaks to you is a miracle. And if you’re really listening, God is *always* speaking to you.
“Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.”
|My Littlest Miracle|
When your three-year-old impulsively runs out into the street or parking lot to get something that blew away, and no car is coming at that exact moment, although there were plenty of vehicles around just before and just after.
That time when you have your hands full, trying to get a toddler up the stairs, and she slips, and your heart stops imagining her flailing down, but she doesn’t.
Being frustrated when your child makes you “late” by being demanding of your time and you come upon an accident at your exit that just happened, that could have been you if you were on time and out there five minutes sooner.
Accept the reminders from God. Listen. Appreciate them, and praise Him for the little miracles in your life.