I feel like I’m on the prowl for miracles lately. I am really hoping for one of my own, so hearing about other people’s, or seeing them first hand just buoys me up amazingly. I’m so grateful for the small things in life that show me that God cares about each individual.
At church on Sunday I was caught by so many.
The missionary who used to be so on the wrong path, but went out and is now LOVING his mission, how it’s changed his family, his life and the people he is serving. It is hard to imagine it is the same person he was. Amazing. A true miracle.
The twins being carried by someone who had a hard time getting pregnant. Actually, I do believe every baby is a miracle but the thought that modern medicine has made it possible is truly a miracle.
The fact that we can search on our own and receive answers. What a wonderful feeling that is.
The fact that there was NO way I was going to go to church except the fact that I had agreed to sub in Primary on Sunday. I thought my head was going to explode, but I knew there were people who needed me there, so I went. It was a great experience and I really felt the spirit as I saw each of these miracles, making miraculous changes in each of those people’s lives.
For the very fact is that when you look for miracles you find them. Some people might call it science, or a coincidence or happenstance, but in truth it is God caring for each and everyone of His children, and I felt that love on Sunday, as I do most days. 🙂