Thursday, February 23, 2017
This has been a difficult week for me. Our van broke down, I've had a lot on my plate with deadlines and family obligations and my insomnia has kicked back in so I'm tired. I admit, I was feeling a little grumpy this morning getting everyone off to work and school.
My older daughter was running late for work and since it snowed again overnight, she was rushing to get her car scraped off. She left, but came back a moment later to ask her brother to help her because the locks on her car were frozen.
Her brother went out and tried the key in all the locks, the passenger side, even the back. Nothing was going in and it was really starting to look like we'd have to break out the blow dryer or something. Which, of course, would make her very late for work.
She told her brother they should say a prayer, which they did, and afterward, when they tried the lock again, the key slid right in and unlocked the car.
I know some people don't believe in miracles, but for me, that simple thing was a little message to me that God is aware of our family, our concerns, and he will help us with all our "little things" if we remember to ask.
That tiny miracle this morning changed my attitude and lifted me at a time when I needed it. I'm so grateful for a daughter who thought to pray and for a reminder that we are loved by a Father in Heaven. Have you ever had a tiny miracle?