when i was leaving the mission one month ago, my little brother coleman said he still expected me to send him weekly miracles i was seeing. it was a small almost fleeting comment, but i've thought about it a lot since being home. we always hear about the amazing miracles missionaries see and experience. as a missionary my eyes were opened to just how many miracles there are daily and really every moment of our lives, i made the commitment, inspired by coleman, to continue to seek and recognize those miracles in "normal" life. wanted to share one with you today:
tuesday i was running an errand for my boss. just heading to a business a few blocks away from our office to pick up some checks and pins for an event we had on wednesday. after i picked up all the supplies, i was pulling out of the parking garage and accidentally went the wrong way, thinking there were 2 exits. it wasn't a big deal, only wasted about 5 seconds of my time because i quickly turned around and went the other way. i kept driving along 600 east downtown to get back to the office. usually the lights going north - south on 6th are extremely long so i was surprised when i came to the 200 south intersection and the light was green. i went to proceed into the intersection when suddenly this huge semi came tearing through the other way! he had run a red light at a ridiculously fast speed. if i had been even a few seconds earlier, i would've been hit broadside and most likely killed. he was going so fast, not paying attention, and if my car and the semi got in a fight i would not have won... after i caught my breath a bit, and replayed what had just happened, just pulled over and said a fervent prayer thanking Father for sparing me from that accident.
i guess you just never know why some things happen the way they do. "has the day of miracles ceased? i say unto you, nay!"
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