If you don't think that miracles are possible in this day and age, consider this: Yesterday I was in the process of carrying Mom's quilting machine down to the basement. It had just been to the repair shop. As I was carefully negotiating the steps, I looked down to see how many steps I had left. I guess my bifocals caused me to misjudge, but I thought I was at the bottom. Well, I still had one or two steps to go. So, I stepped off... into thin air and went tumbling sideways down to the floor.
Remember, I was holding a 30 - 40 pound machine... that is very expensive. My mind told me to save the machine, at any cost. I did. By all rights I should have broken at least a hip, leg, or arm... or all three. But, I not only saved the machine, I came away with one tiny bruise (which I may have already had).
The Spirit confirmed to me that I was saved injury because I am needed on a mission. It was a very humbling experience, and even more humbling witness.
Look out, West Indies!!! Here we come!!!
Love Dad
