I was talking to someone that I’d just met the other day and somehow we got on the topic of miracles. I’ve had some things happen in my life that I’ve considered to be “signs from God.” One of my very favorites is the time I was on my way up to Massachusetts to pick up my daughter from college for Christmas Break and I got to where I had to choose between Routes 91 and 93 and couldn’t remember which one would get me to Worcester. This was in the days before GPS was standard on phones and in some cars and Mapquest was just a glint in the eye of some Geek. I don’t even think Google had emerged yet. I pulled off the road and looked for a map but alas, not even the paper kind was in my car. I was stumped. Nowhere near an exit or a rest area, I muttered a quick prayer and asked God to show me a sign as to which way to go.
I put on my blinker, looked in the side view mirror to pull back on the highway and what came barreling along in the right hand lane? A Greyhound Bus with a banner atop that read in big letters “WORCESTER”…I said “Thanks, God.” Now, that was literally a sign from God!
Anyway, her stories were far more moving than mine. One gave me reassurance that there really is a heaven and our loved ones there can see us when they are gone.
Her brother was very ill in the Mid-west; she got a phone call saying he was barely hanging on and she should get there as soon as she could. There were no direct flights to where he was but she booked the fastest route she could to get to him. As luck would have it there was bad weather and her connecting flight was delayed. She arrived at the hospital to find that her brother had passed away just 20 minutes before her arrival.
The doctor asked her if she’d like to see him before he was moved and of course she did. She went in, took his hand and told him how much she loved him and was sorry to have not been there to say good-bye. Much to the surprise of the several people in the room, he fluttered his eyes and appeared to smile. I think he did.
There are miracles around us every day. We just have to look for them. Some are “mini” and some are “maxi”… The fact that the sun rises and sets every day is one I’d place in the “maxi” miracle category. When someone is truly ill and suddenly makes a complete recovery, that’s also one for the “maxi” pile. The little “mini” miracles are things like finding your lost keys in the place you looked at least 13 times before, getting a parking spot directly in front of the post office when you have a trunk full of packages to mail and actually hitting the golf ball more than ten yards off the first tee in front of the clubhouse when you just know everyone there is waiting for you to have a “swing and a miss”…
We’d love to hear about some of your “miracles”…no matter how small they may seem. They make us all feel, well, “miraculous.”