We leave our Washington Home moving to an area, we have never been before. We had a job and home waiting for us. As we arrive at our destination with our full moving truck, a van with a car dolly attached and our 6 children. We are excited and can't wait to settle into our new home.
As we arrive, we call the Landlord, only to find out she had rented the promised home to someone else. We go to my husband promised job, only to find out that they company had some problems and can no longer hire him. Sitting in a parking lot at the end of the day, despondent not sure what to do, we decided that we would give it one more day and if we didn't find a home and job by tomorrow, we would go back to Washington. As we begin to leave, thinking that my two year old daughter was in the cab of the truck with her father, I start to pull forward, suddenly I hear the screams of my eldest son and daughter.
Stopping the van, I jump out to find my son holding my 2 year old daughter's inner thigh and saying she was hurt that blood was splurting out of her leg and he had grab a rag and was holding it tight. Upon investigating the injury, blood shot out of her leg and I knew she was badly hurt. She had been knocked down the car dolly and it had started running over her, thinking fast my eldest son pulled her free, right before the dolly ran over her. We rushed her to the hospital and went to the emergency room. My husband and another man, being men of faith, blessed her. When the doctors came in. They said it was very serious and that she might have to have surgery, but they were not sure, until a specialist took a look at it. Being late on a Friday night, he wouldn't be able to look at her till Monday. They dressed her wound and told us how to take care of it for the weekend.
Now, not only were we homeless, but we had an injured child to take care of as well. My husband's parents lived in the southern part of the state, so we decided that I would stay with them and my husband and eldest son would stay and try to find us something. That night, my husband called and said a lady, who worked in the ER had a neighbor that needed a renter right away, because their renters' had left in the middle of the night. We had a home! Monday we visited the Doctor and he said that my 2 year old daughter would probably need surgery and skin grafting, but that he would wait and see what happened over the next 6 weeks.
The Doctor told me how to take care of her leg and told us to come back in 6 weeks. He would let us know then, what he had decided to do. As we left, I knew the promises made would come about. 6 Weeks later that Doctor said it was a miracle, my daughter's thigh was healing so well that he didn't think she would need surgery, but to come back in another 6 weeks.
A promise had been made that her thigh would be healed and she would not have any bad effects from it. 18 years later, you wouldn't know the trauma she had gone thru at such a young age. Was it a miracle or luck that she survived, that she didn't have surgery and no plastic surgery? Was it a miracle or luck that the lady in the ER happened to have neighbors that needed someone to rent from them.
Was it a miracle or coincidence that all this occurred at the same time? Do we classify miracles as just luck? Many other miracles have occurred in my life and many others,it bears the question, do we sometimes believe that it's just luck and not acknowledge that a miracle just occurred?
When I was 12 years old, I had my tonsils and adnoids removed, while under anesthesia, my heart stopped. I heard the panic in the Doctors voice saying it was heart arhythmia and barking orders at the nurses. I remember thinking how funny it was that the Doctor had a bald spot at the top of his head and probably didn't know. Yes, I could see them working on my body, but I didn't want to stay. I knew where to go, I knew who I was to meet and I knew for sure, I didn't want to go back to my body.
Through a series of events, I did return to my body. Was it a miracle or Luck that I returned? I contemplated this for many years.
My brother was drowning, in the river, nobody realized it at first and when they did, they were panicking, in walks a man from nowhere, just as my brother said he stopped fighting and was giving into the water, this man pulls him out of the water and rescues him. When my grandfather turned to thank the man, he was gone. Grandpa said it only been a few seconds. But no one knew where the man went or who he was.
What we call luck actually is a miracle. So many happen each day, do we pay attention to them when they happen or just simply say, oh how lucky.
Next time you find yourself saying, how lucky, stop and really contemplate, was it really luck or was it a miracle?
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