This last weekend I had the opportunity to attend a women’s conference, and was it ever good! It was a spiritual boost for me—something I really needed. One of the speakers talked a little bit about miracles. One of my favorite things he said was, “Normal people have miracles!”. I immediately thought, “What a good challenge that would make!”. So…
What are some miracles that have happened in your life?
You can list a bunch of them—big or small. (Sometimes it’s a miracle for that I didn’t kill a certain child, ha ha!) You can focus on the details of one miracle that you’ll never forget and want to record. You can start a miracle journal, where you write the little miracles that happen everyday. The possibilities are endless!
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What I did:
I decided to write the details of one miracle that happened to me that I will never forget. I wanted to make it into a scrapbook page, but I couldn’t find the pictures, so it’s just written down for now, and when I find the pictures I’ll have to finish it. I love that about the challenges…remember, it’s not how you record it that counts—it’s just getting it recorded that matters! I’ve only shared this story with a handful of people, but I feel that I need to share it on here.
One Miraculous Moment
It is said that in some cases your life will flash before your eyes. That thought never crossed my mind, but I did feel every beat of my heart and was acutely aware of 30 long seconds and my fingers gripping for dear life to the steering wheel.
I was excited. It was time to go back to college—my sophomore year at Utah State. I had loaded up my car and my parent’s car for the 2 hour journey. My dad and brother were riding in my parents car, and the backseat was packed to the brim. My car trunk was packed, and my mom was riding in the passenger seat, with my three sisters in the back seat. Before we left, we said family prayer. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now I do believe that was the key to this miracle.
All was fine for the first 20 minutes of the journey. I was following my dad in the left lane—much too close, and somewhere between 10600 and 9000 south exits in Sandy I saw my dad swerve. Since I was so close behind him, I didn’t have time to think, just react, when I saw a couch cushion laying in the middle of the lane. I panicked and swerved too far to the left, then over-corrected to my right. The car spun around as it crossed the freeway and all we could do was scream.
It was at that moment that time seemed to stand still for me. 30 seconds seemed to turn into 30 minutes as we spun around, facing traffic coming toward us at high speeds. My fingers gripped the steering wheel in fear. I don’t remember thinking much other than I was going to die and kill half of my family too.
All of the sudden the car stopped. And we were in the dirt on the right side of the freeway, facing the wrong way. The cars zoomed past by us, like nothing had ever happened. Miraculously there had been a break in traffic just big enough for us to get through.
I sat there while my mom and sisters jumped out of the car. My mom ran around to me and opened the door with tears of gratitude in her eyes. She pried my trembling fingers away from the steering wheel and embraced me.
A few cars had stopped to see if we were okay. Someone called the police. I was suddenly surrounded by a lot of people whom I’d never met, but were happy that we were okay. One man told me, “That was the best driving I’ve ever seen!” But I know I wasn’t the one holding the wheel.
My dad had seen me swerve in his review mirror, and had to make his way over to the right side of the freeway. When he got over, he and my brother ran back to find us. They weren’t sure what the end result was, and were much relieved to find we’d walked away unscathed.
A few men walked around and looked at my car, just to make sure it could be driven, they were all astonished that it was in perfect working order. The alignment was the only thing that had been affected in anyway. I had my mom drive the rest of the way to Logan, because I was not emotionally capable.
To this day I cannot tailgate, and my heart skips a beat anytime I see something in the road. I will forever be grateful for the tender mercies of Heavenly Father that day. Had just one thing been different that day, I would not be here today.
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Now I challenge you to record about your miracles!
