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4 Miracles

To outsiders, the miracles in our lives can look very small. Yet, to the person seeking for the Hand of God, these miracles are evidence that He is truly, intimately involved in our lives.

This week we saw His hand….4 miracles

As I read in the Book of Ether (Book of Mormon), I came across a verse that truly stood out to my spirit. I didn’t understand why at the time, I just knew it would be significant in the week to come.

Behold, O Lord, thou canst do this. We know that thou art able to show forth great power, which looks small unto the understanding of men.

Last Sunday my son and I needed run down to my parent’s home to pick up something. As we got into the car, I noticed the level of fuel was quite low, however since they do not live very far from us I thought we could make it there and back. As we drove to their home, the gas level kept dropping faster than I thought it would so that by the time we arrived, the gauge said we had less than 15 miles left until empty. After a short visit with my parents, my son and I got back into the car and decided to pray that we would get home. You see, we do our best to not shop or purchase anything on Sunday, for it is our Sabbath. So in keeping with this commitment, we asked for help to get home.

The faith of a 14-year-old boy is powerful and his prayer was simple.

So with that in our hearts, we headed home. Because we live in the foothills of the mountains, we should have used more gas getting home than travelling to my parents. However, when we pulled into our garage, the gas gauge read that we had only travelled 3 miles and had 12 miles left until empty.

Miracle #1.

The next two miracles came a few days later when we had committed to taking a dessert to a party. Money has been more than tight for us and the option to run to the store and pick up a dozen eggs for the dessert was nonexistent. I really only needed two eggs, and thought I only had one. All week I avoided baking treats or anything that would require eggs, because there should have only been one. As I double checked the eggs, to my utter surprise there were two left in the carton. Two little, beautiful eggs. Just exactly what I needed.

After I baked the cookies, I noticed a container of frosting tucked back on the top shelf of the fridge, hiding if you will. It hadn’t been there very long and was still quite delicious, so I thought I would frost the cookies with it, hoping that there would be enough. Honestly there wasn’t a lot.

32 cookies later, with 1 left, the frosting ran out. My heart was full of gratitude.

Miracles 2 & 3.

Yesterday I looked at our supplies for breakfast and lunch to begin the week. We needed 6 things to be able to have what the kids need for these two meals. I knew the $10 we had to spend would not cover it, so I checked my purse again only to find an extra $3. With a prayer in my heart I went to the store to retrieve the items we needed. I truly should have felt scared or anxious. Yet, there was peace in my spirit as I placed each item in the basket.

To my relief and joy, the total came to $13.08.

Miracle #4.

These may not seem like anything huge to those looking in from the outside. They may seem completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

However…

To hearts struggling to survive this week they were evidence of the great power that Heavenly Father manifests in our lives.

…by small and simple things are great things brought to pass…

Through 4 small miracles a greater knowledge of His deep and abiding love was brought to pass.

 

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Quiet Miracles

This Christmas season has been different for me. It has come into my heart rather slowly and very quietly.

Quiet MiraclesLife is constantly changing and that is how we learn to grow and become malleable. Sometimes changes are very positive and other times change brings growth. We have been growing.

As the season descended upon all, I found myself avoiding it. Things that would normally bring joy to me (putting up decorations, shopping, music, creating) were a bit empty. I felt a bit hollow and guilty all at the same time. I wanted to feel it, but at the same time I couldn’t.

I prayed for help to feel it. Heaven was quiet. So I figured the best thing to do was hope and search.

One day as I watched the snow fall, a thought came into my heart. What was it like for Mary? I thought about her as they were required to travel a great distance. I wondered what her heart was saying. I imagine it wasn’t talking about the amazing celebrations or gifts or anything we get wrapped up in. It must have been quiet with determination to do what she needed to do. She must have felt the great burdens of her pregnancy and who she was carrying. She must have had so many questions of how do I do this? can I be the mother He needs? will we find a place to safely bring Him here?

As I pondered that sweet, amazing woman, my heart began to understand that maybe, just maybe this Christmas for me was to see things differently.

The quiet gifts that have been given to my heart are not those that can be wrapped up, nor will they ever fade.

I have been given the sweet understanding that hope is real. It is the foundation of faith and the opening of the heart to something greater than what we see.

I have been given sweet and powerful moments of love that have brought me to tears. Looking into my daughter’s eyes and seeing the pure joy and wonder. Watching my son work through situations that make him strong. Laying in my husband’s arms by the Christmas tree. All quiet, beautiful gifts to me.

I have been given the opportunity to see that when it feels like life is falling apart, it can actually be moving forward. These are the moments that I have been able to step back, watch quietly and see His hand working, molding and creating.

I have been given the gift to feel love wrap around my heart.

I have been given the gift to be strong when I feel like I can’t hold up the load that I have been asked to carry. Seeing Him reach down and lift my heart just enough has been so healing. He never took it all, just enough that I could continue to gain strength and move forward.

This year, Christmas is about quiet miracles. How blessed I feel to know that He wants to teach my heart deeply.

Too Great

Recently I have been studying 1 Kings in the Old Testament. The stories of Elijah the prophet intrigue me. I marvel at his bold courage as he taught truth to those who would not believe.

Too GreatAfter he calls upon the Lord to slay the priests of Baal, he finds himself alone and hunted. It must have felt so overwhelming to have to continue his ministry in this manner. The scriptures paint us a picture of his heavy heart:

But he himself went a day’s journey unto the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree; and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers. 19:4

I marveled at this, because of the immense faith he had to have to call down fire from heaven…and yet, he was tired, alone and heavy.

After he uttered this prayer, he laid down and went to sleep.

Like all of our prayers, his was answered…but not how he thought he wanted it to be answered.

Twice an angel of the Lord awoke him and told him to eat a cake that had been miraculously baked and drink of water placed by his head. As the angel woke him the second time, the angel said, “Arise and eat; because the journey is too great for thee.” And he arose, and did eat and drink, and went in the strength of that meat forty days and forty nights unto Horeb the mount of God.” 19:7-8

As I read, “the journey is too great for thee” my heart was profoundly touched. Rather than taking him, the Lord sent him strength in the form that Elijah needed the most. He gave him food for his soul and, a short time later, a friend who would sustain him.

There have been times in my life that I have asked that the path that I am on be changed and my burdens be taken from me. I have begged for relief and the dawn of peace to come. I too, have laid down to sleep when I have felt my strength spent.

Like Elijah, the Lord has answered my prayers, not in the way that I thought I wanted them answered.

There have been countless blessings of “food” and “drink” for my soul that have miraculously come when I had nothing left to give, when the journey was too great for me.

As I have worked on softening my heart through repentance and gratitude, He has blessed me with ‘eyes to see’ the things that He has done for us. He has given my heart a deeper understanding of the growth that He needed us to experience. He has shown me that He is in every aspect of our lives. His miracles are real.

I can honestly say that I am truly grateful for a path that has been too great for me, because it has allowed me to see His hand in my life. I am thankful for all of the struggles, because I now see that He delivers us every time. I am thankful for the ‘night’ that has allowed me to see the little bits of light that I would have overlooked before.

 

Toiling

The beginning of Luke Chapter 5, it tells of a night that Peter and his partners had fishing. They had spent the entire night toiling, working and possibly praying for their nets to fill…to no avail. When the morning came, their nets were empty. I imagine they were disheartened, wondering what they would tell their families. Toiling

On this particular morning Jesus Christ came to the shore where they were cleaning their nets. I am sure they were doing what needed to be done so that they could be done and move on. He asked Peter to take Him out from the shore, so he could teach those that were following Him that day. The sermon was not one that was recorded in Luke…the most important part of the story came after the Savior finished teaching the masses. He turned to this ‘one’ and told him to go out further so he could let down his nets one more time.

And Simon (Peter) answering said unto him, Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at thy word I will let down the net. (vs 5)

The results were nothing short of a miracle. The nets were so full that the net broke and Peter had to call for his partners to come and help them. When they came, both ships were full, so full they began to sink.

After a night of seemingly empty toiling, Peter’s faith in the Master filled his ships.

This story struck my heart as I read it.

Toiling.

There are times in life when it feels like an endless night of empty toiling, when all of our efforts seem to produce nothing but an empty net. Prayers that are offered feel like they have gone unheard. Feelings we may have of where to search produce little, if nothing at all. We search for the sliver of dawn that will allow us to bring the ship to shore, so that we can at least find some sort of footing, ritual in cleaning our nets.

Yet, as in the case of Peter, this long night prepares us for when the Master comes.

If our nights are not so empty, watchful and difficult, our hearts will not be seeking Him. If we have given up and left our boats on the shore, nets unclean, we will not see Him come. If we have allowed our hearts to give up, we will not feel of His love.

The nights are long, but not meaningless.

There are miracles that can only come to pass with Him. There are miracles that we can only see when we have softened our hearts. There are miracles that need to follow the toiling. There are miracles that will save us.

DawnI pray that my toiling will be acceptable to Him….that I will be able to see Him. I miss Him sometimes and long for the time when He comes to the shore and turns His eyes and heart to me. I know He seeks after the ‘one’…I need to remember that I am a ‘one’ that He would seek after.

For now I need to continue taking care of my boat and nets…keeping them strong and clean. Toiling.

He will come…..I know He will.

I Am Still Here

daisyFor the longest time I have felt I should write about an experience in my life that was completely terrifying. I have just barely begun to understand this event and the impact it has had on me. I share it because I need to…hopefully for someone who needs it.

The summer before 1st Grade was pretty hot, but being an active 5 year old, I didn’t allow the heat to slow me down much. I truly enjoyed playing outside with my friends. The street I grew up on felt like such a big world, big enough for my imagination. The street itself is a main thoroughfare and even then it was very busy. I grew up with the most strictest of rules to never go into the street. I was smart enough then to listen to my parents.

On one particular day my friend and I were invited to play with someone who lived all the way across the street. It felt like a mile. With my mom’s permission, we set off to cross this gulf that divided us from summer fun. My friend made it safely across….

After 3+ decades, the memories started to surface. I remember starting across the street. I looked up to see my friend and there was sheer terror in her eyes. Looking to my left, I saw the car. I froze. There was nothing I could do, but think, “I am going to cause my mom so much pain today.”

The car impacted me and threw me up at least 6 feet into the sky. I landed on the ground and promptly lost consciousness for a time. The next thing I remember was waking up in the ICU with tubes in my hand, a huge brace on my leg and bandages everywhere. I can’t even imagine what my parents went through….

As terrifying as it has been to relive these moments of my life, I have been blessed with the great gift of seeing things in a different light.

The miracles that surrounded that moment in my life are far more powerful than the tragedy.

As the paramedics came onto the scene and heard what had happened, they told my parents that there is no way I should have been thrown into the air. They said that almost always any type of accident involving a child my size and a moving car resulted in the child being drug under the vehicle and the child not living through it.

As blessings would have it, the accident happened right in front of a house where a young man lived who had just received training to become a paramedic. He heard the tires screech, grabbed his bag and ran out the front door. He took charge of the situation and quickly set my broken leg. Had he not been there at that time, my leg would have been permanently disfigured. He also bandaged up those parts of me that were bleeding profusely.

The most incredible miracle came when I felt safe enough to understand this time. I have always had this propensity to freeze at times in my life when I was truly terrified. I just didn’t know what else to do after this moment. I was blessed to understand that this happened for a reason. I shaped me, strengthened me and taught me that I can overcome. It taught me that I am still here for a reason, something that is far bigger than what I can understand sometimes.

This is a knowledge I have to hold onto when I am faced with moments such as those I have had as of late. I think we all have moments in our lives when we don’t feel like we have a purpose, when our trials are greater than what we can handle and when we feel like we don’t have the strength to even kneel in prayer.

I am still here, because He needs me to be.

The Edge of Faith

file5331311639504For the past 10 months we have been living on the edge of faith. It is an exhilarating place to be. This journey has been one of incredible miracles and twists and turns. I have learned time and time again that I have no idea all that Heavenly Father has in store for us, because I would have resolved everything months ago. I would have never seen and experienced all that He has shown us either…

One of the most difficult things about sharing miracles is how much power they lose when I try to write them down. Words sometimes cannot do justice to what a heart feels and a soul sees. Time and time again, there have been little things that have helped to bear us up and give us strength to hold on. Most of the time it has been a song, something someone says, a robin that flies into my yard and so forth. It is always something that Heavenly Father knows will help me. He is good to me. (more…)

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