Miracles

Miracles. In this day in age the word is right up there with magic, imaginary friends, and ghosts. Those who cling to miracles are often dubbed slightly crazy. And yet. Somewhere inside us it's as though we're hard wired to believe. To believe
in that maybe something good will happen to us. If you've ever bought a lottery ticket, made a wish on a penny thrown into a wishing well, or crossesd your fingers while thinking hard about what you want, well then you've bought into miracles.
Through high school and college I learned about each of the major religions and what I found was that they all have a lot in common. Perhaps more in common than most people would ever care to admit. And one thing it seems all cultures believe is that often otherwise unexplainable wondrous things happen. And for the point of this blog we will call them miracles.
Maybe sometimes I loose hope. I forget that great things can happen when you least expect it. And, well I miss the signs all around me. But then, Thankfully, I'm reminded. And so I was a few weeks ago.
The day was a terrible one. Or so it seemed. I had a lot on my mind- finances, a new baby, and the emotional drama of everyday life. We'd slept in, trying to take advantage of a lazy day. But when I went to change Boos diaper... Well we were down to one! So we quickly got dressed and ran out the door. I needed a mocha to make it through the day but alas the coffee stand was closed. So we ran to La Target (it sounds fancier that way) I opted for a coffee there and chose a new holiday flavor which turned out to be disgusting. And as I went to pay... No debit card! In our rush I'd left it in my other coat pocket. So after counting out coins I was off to do my shopping and pay with a check.
Now, I really hope I haven't lost you yet. You see I need you to imagine my frame of mind. Follow the ridiculous trail of bread crums to get the message.
Ok, so now I have a fine time shopping and head to the checkout. As I go to pay I realize I have the wrong checkbook. The one with my old name and I she wants ID. So I go rummaging in my bag, holding up the line and finally find the right checkbook. Now Im feeling especially annoyed and head to the car. It's cold. Dark. And I'm just plain done with the day. I load Boo up and hear a voice behind me. A woman and her child are trying to get past me into their car. So I quickly shut the door and... CLICK! the doors locks.
My car has a habit of doing this at the most inconvenient times. No worries I decide to call the police so they can let me into my car and to my baby. But they say they won't do it anymore. (this still confuses me since were in Alaska and it's an unsafe situation) so I start calling cab companies but no one is answering. Now I'm in tears. The lady had stayed with me and decided to ask for help inside. Finally I get a taxi company on the phone and explain my situation. I'd just seen one of their cars pass so I hoped they'd be there soon. I told the man that my car had been automatically started and was about to shut off (it was below zero out by the way). He proceeded to tell me he did not car if there was a baby inside or if my car was running! It was going to be a while for him to get there.
So now I'm hysterical and the lady returns and I decide to
call my husband and explain the situation to him. As he picks up I hear CLICK. The woman who'd stayed with me looks at me and says "did your car just unlock?". Hesitantly I tried the drivers door handle... And it opened. Looking around I saw that it was the ONLY door that had unlocked. The woman hugged me and asked "do you believe in miracles?". I cried and shook my head yes!
And so ended an amazingly good day. Why? Well I realized I needed diapers before it was too late, I was somewhere where I could use checks and figured out I need to switch my checkbook out, I had the foresight to start my car, and someone up there cared enough to help
me out and get me in my car.
You see I needed that. I needed to see that even when things seem
bad someones looking out for me. Maybe that lady needed it too. And who knows maybe I avoided something worse by having little bad stuff happen. What happened that night was a miracle no matter how you look at it.
I wish for you to see the good despite the bad and hold out for your miracles too.
~Razzy