Yes,
I know the target market is the under 18 crowd.
Written
for the under 18 crowd, articles and essays faction in a possible short
attention span. Remarkably compatible with my unyielding ADD!
Since
joining the LDS church, I’ve met and chatted with members who shared similar
stories. Some acknowledge that every day might be their miracle, some – as in
the song “The Impression That I Get” which I like so much, realize how blessed
they are that tragedy has not struck close enough for them to have had to
acknowledge a miracle.
Yeah,
also true, many people tend to shrug off miracles as coincidence and many, like
the writer of this piece My Everyday Testimony, continue to have a testimony of
our Savior despite never wondering where that strength they know they don’t possess
came from…
I
did not grow up as a Latter-day saint, though, it goes without saying, one does
not have to be a member of a particular church for Heavenly Father to work a
miracle in ones life.
I
also know we’ve experienced miracles.
My
life and the lives of my children have been blessed by miracles as well as by
everyday occurrences that are expressions of Heavenly Father’s and our Savior’s
love for us, both before and after being baptized as Latter-day saints.
I
would like to share some of these miracles and blessings. And I invite you to
share anything you wish to.
Share
here, or on your blog and leave a link.
I
will begin with:
The Miracle of my children
not being consumed by fire in a minivan
I
have two children, who at the time of this occurrence, were ages 2 and 4. I was
already divorced and had returned to working out of the home. An approximate
half hour drive each way.
A
friend,[who I’ll call Debra] also had two children, ages 3 and 5, cared for my
children in her home while I was at work.
After
several months, Debra decided to take a night class at the community college
located just a few miles past the bank where I was employed.
Her
class began at 6:00. I got off at 5:30, and Debra’s hubby got home from work at
6:00 – 6:30. I could not get home in time to get my kids and allow her enough
time to leave to get to class in time.
Ah!
What about the teenager who lives a few houses down from her home? Neither of
us actually knew the teenager, but she had offered babysitting to many of the
neighbors. Hmmm, we’d split the babysitting fee to cover the approximate hour
that was uncovered …. No…one by one we found teeny tiny reasons we disliked the
idea. Most of all, neither of us left our young children with teenagers.
We
had a close knit group of moms we knew from [at the time catholic] church that
shared babysitting and from there expanded into a network for daycare and
carpools and eventually school referrals!
Instead,
Debra would pack up all four kids in her minivan, drive down and meet me in the
bank parking lot where we would quickly remove car seats from her van and she
would head off to school.
I
would then reload all four kids into my little car and head back home.
This
was working quite well, as our kids all got along great and I had some extra
time with not only my kids, but hers.
One
day, Debra phoned me at work to say she was calling the babysitter. I was
startled. What had changed? Was something wrong? No, she said. She didn’t know,
she just felt she needed to.
To
be honest, sometimes Debra was a little more … hmmm, how can I express this
without sounding critical?
Her
and I were different despite our friendship, that much is a simple fact.
I
am a doubter, I over-analyze, look for logic, reasoning and answers and think
carefully before I make a change - - - I was sometimes concerned that she just
closed her eyes, imagined sprinkling pixie dust and dived into whatever whimsy
crossed her path.
Hoping,
and silently and quickly praying she wasn’t basing this change on the Press
Enterprise [newspaper] horoscope of the day - I had to acknowledge; she was a
devoted and loving mom and after all, I had entrusted my children to her care.
Once
my workday was done however, I left as quickly as I could and headed straight
for her house. To my surprise, her husband was home already anyway, the
teenager – sent home after less than an hour!
And
the kids were all fine [of course].
He
was not quite fine though. He asked me to stay with all four kids for a while…
it seemed there had been some car trouble … he’d be right back.
I
of course agreed to stay, though I was unsure of what he meant by ‘car trouble’,
wondering, did he need to help a friend or family member nearby,.?
It
wasn’t long at all before I found out what he meant.
His
wife – my friend, Debra - had been the one to have car trouble.
Devastating
car trouble.
It
seems, Debra had stalled about seven miles from home on the freeway and could
not get the car restarted. She parked it on the freeway shoulder and
backtracked, walking less than a ¼ mile to a freeway callbox. It’s hard to hear
on those, with all the freeway traffic. Though they dial in automatically to
the CHP office and are numbered to somewhat identify location, one still must
give some sort of explanation and provide location of the actual vehicle.
She
had been on the phone just long enough to state that her car was stalled and
was restating LOUDER that the car was stalled, when she turned to see which
exit ramp she was actually parked closest to.
Excuse me.
My car is not stalled,
it is engulfed in flames.
She
did not know how or why it caught fire or how it spread so quickly.
But
we both knew before she said anything further.
There
was absolutely no way her oldest child [aged 5] could have gotten out of her
booster seat and then gotten all three younger children out of their car
seats and, assuming she could keep them together, have walked with them far
enough on the side of a busy freeway to get them to safety in that short of a
time.
I
believe this was a miracle.
Why?
Why would such a miracle happen? It matters not.
I
do know it was not the first, nor was it the last.
And I know I
am grateful for a Heavenly Father that loves us and grateful he wants us all to
return home to Him.
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