Don’t tell me there are no miracles today. And don’t try to tell me God doesn’t exist or that He doesn’t answer our prayers. I won’t believe it if you tried because I happen to know differently.
Last Wednesday evening I needed to travel 100 miles north to attend an activity for church. The date was picked by the two wards my cohort and I wanted to visit as the only available date until September. But no pressure.
I checked the forecast a week earlier. It basically read something like this “spring…spring…spring…spring….spring…spring….winter….spring….spring…spring.”
Crud. If you notice that one winter day in the forecast just so happened to coincide with the day we needed to travel north. But this is Wyoming and the weather is unpredictable. In fact, the last two storms we were supposed to have fell rather flat – or should I say dry? So, I wasn’t worried too much.
But I kept an eye on the forecast. A few days later, it did change to something more like “spring…spring…. spring…winter….winter….winter….spring…spring.”
Crud. Wednesday was insisting on returning to winter. Out of all the forecasts that have ever been forecast in Wyoming this one turned out to be highly accurate. We received a pretty good spring-winter storm. But this was the one shot to visit the two wards so I prayed all day.
“Please,” I pleaded, “let us make it tonight. I do not want to cancel but I will if it won’t be safe.” I needed to be sure because people from these two wards travel down here all the time – and in all sorts of weather. I didn’t want to be a wimp. But I thought of traveling home from a trip this past fall and this stretch of road had been horrible with whiteouts and snow. I did not want to drive in that kind of weather again.
But the roads remained open and we set out at 5:00pm.
We encountered a few wet stretches but for the most part we had no trouble. In fact, we made really good time and arrived early. But the trip home is what concerned me most. We would be traveling in the dark in possible stormy weather – just like the trip last fall.
Our meeting went well and we started for home about 8:30pm. It was dark. We received texts from home saying our town was experiencing some heavy snow and to be careful.
We started out. The wind blew just enough to keep the roads dry all the way home. In fact, the road home was dryer than the trip up. No snow fell. We had no limited visibility. Again, we made good time. When we arrived back in town the roads were wet with the recent snowfall.
I dropped off my friend at her house and said a prayer of gratitude all the way to my house. Prayers are answered. Miracles do occur. We just have to recognize them when they happen to us.