Miracles.
Some people dispute them, some people swear by them, some people desperately need them, some people pray for them.
But one thing is for sure: EVERYBODY wants them.
Especially miracles that work in your favor.
Personally, I have experienced miracles since as young as I could remember. Of course, you would probably also have to define what actually constitutes a valid miracle. In any case, however, I believe that miracles are a matter of personal perspective, hence my claim to experiencing miracles.
I dare say that since I was just a toddler, I have probably had no less than 5 or 6 near-death experiences in the 20-odd years of my life. The bulk of them happened within the past 10 years. And yet, till now, death has not been able to claim me just yet, and quite frankly, I attribute that to the grace of God, by granting me just-in-time miracles over and over again.
In fact, another miracle just happened a couple of days ago, though not on me personally, but I feel inclined to share it.
I got a call from my father sometime last week, sounding very serious and hesitant. I immediately sensed that something was horribly wrong, and to be perfectly honest, felt a sharp stab of fear. My heart went cold for a second before he announced the bad news: My sister’s car was just stolen while she was at work.
I hope this doesn’t come out the wrong way, but I actually felt a huge relief. Sure, a stolen car is a huge inconvenience, but at least my family is safe, alive and healthy. I was half-expecting that someone was in the hospital or something.
Still, that was bad news. I was told that my sister had lodged a police report, and I was planning to call her later that evening, knowing that she was probably still in a state of shock and probably too busy handling the police reports and stuff.
That was when the miracle was granted to us.
Less than two hours later, my sister called me herself, and told me the miracle: She had found her car again. Apparently the car broke down just when the thief was trying to make his getaway, and had stalled somewhere not too far away.
The car’s engine was apparently faulty, with some loose mechanical component had been dislodged within the engine block sometime ago. My sister had been driving this second-hand car for the past 9 months or so, and it could have had failed anytime during that whole 9-month period. But, instead, the engine chose this EXACT day and this EXACT moment to fail.
Had the car failed anytime earlier, she would’ve gotten it fixed, and today she would probably never see her car again. Should the car fail anytime later, the thief would probably have made it to his hideout, wherever that is, and she would probably never see her car again either.
I mean, WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT?!
Right now, she’ll probably have to fork out an extra RM 2,000 to fix up the car, but hey, to me at least, this is not just a blessing in disguise…this is a full-blown miracle, in every sense of the word.
Miracles are all around us, every single day. We may not see the dead coming alive, or the sea parted, or water turned to wine, but the miracles are there, if we only look hard enough.
Have you experienced your miracle today?
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