I liked sitting on the floor and inviting my children around; coming home sharing the highlights of my long work days. Often times it was about the simple blessings that I called miracles. Joking around, I would point out that every time I was inadvertently caught up in the rain without an umbrella, I would look at the sky and pray for the rain to halt until I reached my destination. I would hear the rain behind me, and as soon I reached my shelter, it would start pouring. It happened over and over. I would share the countless blessings in moments of dire need, but was not successful in convincing those young kids of mine that they were miracles. Those days are over. I hope that as adults their eyes are opened to witnessing their own abundance of miracles.
One Summer, I had decided to go spend some time with my ailing sister about 60 miles away. Since I normally do not like to drive, furthermore, was too exhausted to take the bus, my son agreed to drive me there. It was a scorching hot day, not one to be dealing with mishaps or drama. I had reclined my seat to ease my back, and had begun chatting with my son, when suddenly I heard him sighing. Then about a few feet away, I heard a screeching sound. My son went outside To take a look, came back inside, then moved the car a little bit further. Fortunately, we were right by a gas station. He eased the car next to the air pump and got out. Then came right back inside, "We have a flat tire that needs to be patched". What! What's the plan? I interjected...He kept on moving. Few yards away , behold there was a car repair shop. The tire was patched for 50.00 and we headed to my sister's.
On the road as I was thankful and grateful for that new miracle, I continued sharing the blessings of that week. Suddenly my son interrumpted me saying: "Mommy, what had just happened was a miracle. Everything else you mentioned were just coincidences". He went on explaining that he had accidentally gotten off the wrong exit. That what at first seemed a nightmare turned out to be a blessing from heaven. If he had gotten off at the right exit, the flat tire would have happened in the middle of the highway. I deducted that even in the safest case scenario, the car would have needed to be towed; the financial cost would have been greater. Also, waiting under such extreme heat could have potentially caused health complications -such as dehydration and stroke- to both of us. At least my son and I were on the same page, that together we had witnessed a miracle.
Miracles come in many different forms and different packages. The gift of life, the air that we breathe, the food that sustain us, all that we take for granted are miracles.
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