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The Miracle within My Trial

Have you ever wished for a miracle?

Fourteen years ago, I had two small children. Money was tight and our vehicle was a small, blue beater. It often needed a jump start, had bald tires, and mostly ran on hope. During this time, my husband’s work sent him to Puerto Rico for a month. One day I had errands to run that required me to drive on the freeway.

I hopped on the freeway and began to accelerate. Suddenly, the hood of the car flew up and slammed into the windshield. The glass splintered into a giant spiderweb, but didn’t break. The hood bent just slightly, enough to maneuver the car to the side of the road.

I began crying. My children were also distressed. I managed to get out and open the trunk to look for some kind of tool to help with the situation. There was a monkey wrench, which I took to the hood and began using to try to bang it back into shape. I could see that the latch which held the hood closed had shifted over just enough that it no longer did the job.

As I was banging the hood of the car, trying to shape it back to a normal shape, a car slowed and stopped. Out stepped a man. He offered his assistance. His vehicle was stocked with bungee cords, which he used to help tie down my hood. Then, this stranger offered to follow me down the freeway until I could reach the next exit. I called a friend who lived near the next exit. My friend was home and happy to help me take the next steps to fixing our car.

A Hidden Miracle

For the next few months, I experienced anxiety when I drove on the freeway. It would be easy to say that was a rotten experience and leave it at that. However, I have thought a lot lately about how amazingly miraculous that experience truly was. It was a hidden miracle, mostly because I was thinking about the trial and not the miracle that accompanied it.

The miracle:

  • the glass didn’t break
  • the hood bent enough for me to safely get to the side of the road
  • there wasn’t much traffic on the road
  • a stranger stopped
  • that stranger had bungee cords ready
  • I had a cell phone to call my friend
  • my friend was home
  • the hood flew up close to an exit where this friend lived
  • I was, in fact, protected and blessed throughout the entire experience

Why didn’t I see the miracle at first? Well, adrenaline. But after that wore off, it was easier to dwell on the trial instead of focusing on the miracle that came with the trial. I don’t want to do that any more.

Look for the miracle that accompanies your trial. I have so much gratitude for the miracles I experienced that day on the road. Join me in looking for the miracles hidden within our trials.

 

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