Focusing on miracles

I was thinking.

I've begged God many times over the last few years for a miracle.  I realize that without a miracle, my family isn't going to survive.  I don't know what to do.  But God does.  I keep begging Him to do whatever needs to be done to fix this situation that feels like one big dumpster fire.

I have seen miracles.  The problem is, miracles are quickly forgotten.  

This is my attempt to remember the miracles that I've seen.

A couple of years ago, after Sam had told me that he wanted a divorce and he was done with the church I was lost.  I was feeling rejected and hopeless.  I was begging God to help me know what to do.  One day I was walking at the track.  I was listening to a podcast that Emily Freeman was hosting, but I was only half listening because I was crying.  She was telling a story about a boy that, for some reason, was living with her.  There must have been an issue with him and she was fasting and praying for guidance.  My ears picked up her words when she said that she asked God, "What should I do?!".  It stopped me in my tracks when the answer she got was:  "Nothing.  You don't need to DO anything.  Just love him."  When I say that those words stopped me in my tracks, I literally mean that they stopped me in my tracks.  They also knocked the wind out of me.  

Some people could argue that it was a coincidence.  I might believe that too if it weren't for the physical reaction that those words had on me.

It wasn't a coincidence.  It was a miracle.