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Saturday, February 16, 2013

I am a lucky one

Wikipedia defines miracle as an event attributed to divine intervention. Others explain it as the unexplainable, that it surpasses all known human or natural powers and is inexplicable by the laws of nature...yup…that’s what happened to me this morning…again.

To me miracles can be those really big ones like someone in a wheelchair, walking, a comatose patient, conscious and talking - the against all odds ones, the blow your mind kind, the plane crash survivor ones, the walk away without a scratch from a train wreck ones, well, that’s not what this is about. This is about an ‘oh-wow-WTF-can-you-believe-this’, brought way down to everyday level. It was just amazing enough for me to believe something else is at work here, like a greater power, an ultimate game of life player and I’m one of those little cars under the  player’s index finger being pushed around the board. My miracle involved money. Not a lot, just enough.
When you are hungry, enough is a feast, when you have to look up to see the zero in your checkbook, enough is a miracle. Now, more than ever, I believe God is an accountant.
When was your last miracle?


  1. After I got on medicine for Thyroid and came through to the other side. To see how bad I was after two major surgeries and be part of my old self again was a miracle. Just an everyday average miracle.

  2. Medical miracles are the best.
    You are your NEW old self again.
    Love it.

  3. After weeks of bargaining with his part time employer for an extra day a week, my husband was finally offered an extra day a week. It wasn't much at all, but interviews were not coming in at all. We had the weekend to "think about it," which we didn't think we had to. That weekend a man at our church talked to my husband about working with him two days a week, paying him $6 more an hour than his current job, and in a few years my husband could take the company when this gentleman retired.

    What are the chances we get no calls and then when we are about to dive at the first meager offering (which wasn't going to give enough for him to cover his loan come June anyway), we get a major offer down a road we didn't even consider. My husband is working two part time jobs that equal one full time job now, but everything we needed covered is covered financially...when the loan comes it will be taken care of and we will get major debt paid in the meantime. After two months now, the job has proven a good fit and everything is looking promising.

    1. Jennine, like I said God is an accountant and a very kind human resources manager.
      Maybe these miracles should be called,'who woulda' thunk its'.

  4. There was a movie, I think about a boxer, "Somebody Up There Likes Me". I hope you are also buying lottery tickets, at least occasionally. This and the Truman show thing are kind of goose bumpish I will check back further in your archive to do an assessment and get back to you with that.