Thursday, February 1, 2018

I Believe in Miracles

I believe in miracles.

Life is busy.  As we go through life we can often get so caught up in all we have to do.  The days seem to blur together, one day often seeming no different than the next.  But when we slow down, and stop and really look at life- I think we will see miracles.

As our family decided to move, we knew it was the right thing for our family to do, the timing was just awful.

Lucas was in the middle of his 7th grade year.  He was finally getting a great group of loyal friends, he adored one of his teacher's who equally appreciated him back.

But we knew it was what we were supposed to do.

The timing of our move, and the timing of the quarters at school, led us to not start school until the 17th.  My kids loved the long break, but by the end I could tell they would all be doing better with a good routine.

We had a few weeks to attend church before we began school, and the kids had all begun to make friends.  Lucas was becoming friends with two boys from church Aiden and Henry.

The first day of school finally came.

That morning was awful.  Lucas' anxiety kicked into overdrive and I was truly wondering how we were going to get him to school.   After much pleadings, promptings, bribes and probably threats, he was finally able to get moving and we made it to school on time.

As I said goodbye as he left the car, I felt sick.  Sick with worry.  Please let the kids be nice, sick with fear, would he be able to find all his classes?

I just had to trust that all would be okay.

That afternoon when I picked him up, he was happy and had had a wonderful first day, and then I learned of a miracle that had occurred.

Lucas' very first class was art, a class he really did not want to take.  When he arrived at class, the teacher handed out letters.  These letters had been written by the class from the previous semester; they wrote letters to the incoming class with tips on how to succeed.  The letters were handed out randomly.  Lucas opened his letter and began reading, when he came to the end he saw who it was signed by-- by Aiden, one of the handful of kids Lucas knew in the school.

Some might just call this is a coincidence, but I see it as a miracle, a tender blessing on a day when he needed it most.  Of all of the letters for Lucas to get, he got one from a friend.

Miracles do happen.  The might be small, some might think of them as coincidence, but I will see them for what they are.


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