Miracles in the Mundane

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Where have you seen the miraculous in the mundane, in your everyday life? I’m starting this blog with a question in hopes that right now, before you even finish reading, you’ll take a moment to share an experience in the “What are your thoughts?” section below.

While we can always experience the persistently miraculous around us (natural beauty, the grace of God, the wonder of human health), today I’m talking about the “coincidences” and interventions that surely must be touches of God’s love and blessing.

During our move I saw simple blessings arrive just as I needed them. For example:

My son Tony told me we needed to mulch our beds and trim back our monkey grass as we prepared to sell our home. (Groan. Yes, you’re right. I’ll add those two items to my list, my loonnnggg list.)  A week later I was headed out the door, and there in the street was a man with a truck full of mulch looking for a place to put it.  As the deal was struck he said (I kid you not), “I prep a lot of yards for market. You really ought to trim back that monkey grass. I can do that too.”  A few hours later, my whole yard (I had a BIG yard) looked incredible.

My realtor Mark said, “You need to get all those boxes up off the closet floor.” (Sure, I do, but where am I going to put them since they are too heavy to heft onto a top shelf, too heat sensitive to put in the garage, and…) A few hours later, Ben, Tony’s strong young brother-in-law, said, “I’m heading to Austin this weekend IN A TRUCK. Want me to take anything there for you? Eight heavy boxes? No problem.”

Mulch and boxes? Those were big deals to me at the time, and I noticed God’s hand. Sometimes, though, we allow the miraculous to become mundane. We forget within the hubbub that we’re walking in the presence of the Almighty God, and that he cares about us enough to know the number of hairs on our head.

So let’s have a praise session here. When have you noticed God’s hand?



The Parking Attendant

IMG_2180My little girl wasn’t even a year old yet. She and I had just finished the week’s grocery shopping. (As I recall, that meant I tried to put things in the basket faster than she could toss them out.) I loaded our sacks into the trunk, strapped Elizabeth into her car seat, tossed my purse in the back, shut the door and PANICKED. My keys were in that purse, my baby was in that car, and I had locked myself out.

  • It was August in Dallas. (So it was hot and getting hotter.)
  • Steve was out of town on business. (So there would be no husband to the rescue.)
  • We were new in town. (So I didn’t know many people yet and had no idea who could help me.)
  • It was the 80’s. (So forget about a cell phone.)

I stood by my car in that parking lot wondering what in the world I would do. I flagged down a store employee as he collected stray grocery baskets, in hopes that my old Chevy was one of those cars that could be opened with a coat hanger. No dice. I began to pray, hard.

Then something very unusual happened. An older man with a kind face approached me and asked what my trouble was. He said something like, “Well, Old Joe here used to be a car salesman. Let me see what I can do.” He pulled out the biggest ring of keys I’d ever seen, looked me in the eye and said, “Say a prayer.” Then he chose a key, unlocked my car and walked away.

Stunned? Yes!

Grateful? Beyond words! And convinced once again that our Lord is ever present, ever caring, and ever able to answer our prayers.

May you see God work in miraculous ways in your life this year. And when you do, I hope you’ll share your experiences in the comments section of this blog.

Happy New Year !