Little miracles
I love little miracles. I mean, I like big ones too, but I like little miracles, stuff that isn't too big a deal, but is a miracle none the less. In some ways they're actually less of a "co-incidence" (or less likely to be dismissed as such) as some of the bigger ones maybe.
But yeah, let me give you an example.
Yesterday morning, I got up, got dressed, as usual, I was pottering around. The black top I was wearing was too thick to wear under a jumper but too thin to wear over a t-shirt. I came to get ready to go out, for my exam. It is only April, so I would have worn a jumper anyway, but I always like to wear a couple of layers to an exam, because you never know if you're going to be too hot or too cold. So I faffed around trying on a couple of different things, and finally settled on a t-shirt and sweatshirt combo.
I didn't want to put my black top for washing because I'd only had it on for a couple of hours and it wasn't really dirty. However I didn't know what to do with it either, and so in the absence of any other options I folded it up and put it into my bag.
I went to my exam (I don't know how I've done, before you ask, but I did give it my best shot), went round to Ruth's and ended up staying for dinner, and went round to Christina's about 8ish. I was sitting on her bed, drinking a cup of orange juice. I'd drunk from it a number of times and I was fine (being an adult and competent at drinking from cups, and all the rest of it), but then one time I just completely missed my mouth and ended up pouring my drink all down my front. After mopping myself up with a tissue, Christina was closing the curtains, and I remembered the other top in my bag! In thinking about it after, how many times would I have thought to take the top out with me? It's not a logical thing to do. It seemed it at the time, and it deffinately came in useful, but really? How many times? It was a little miracle! :-)
In fact there were a couple of little miracles there actually. Like the fact that although my t-shirt was soaked, my jumper didn't get a splash on it. And also that when I arrived, Christina had specifically offered me orange juice, rather than just "a drink". Now true, I do drink orange more often than not at hers, but I drink other things as well. And actually, on this particular day, had she have offered me a cup of tea I would have rather have had that. But, you know, orange juice down your top is a lot less painful that a hot cup of tea! *laughs*
Little miracles.... Praise the Lord!
But yeah, let me give you an example.
Yesterday morning, I got up, got dressed, as usual, I was pottering around. The black top I was wearing was too thick to wear under a jumper but too thin to wear over a t-shirt. I came to get ready to go out, for my exam. It is only April, so I would have worn a jumper anyway, but I always like to wear a couple of layers to an exam, because you never know if you're going to be too hot or too cold. So I faffed around trying on a couple of different things, and finally settled on a t-shirt and sweatshirt combo.
I didn't want to put my black top for washing because I'd only had it on for a couple of hours and it wasn't really dirty. However I didn't know what to do with it either, and so in the absence of any other options I folded it up and put it into my bag.
I went to my exam (I don't know how I've done, before you ask, but I did give it my best shot), went round to Ruth's and ended up staying for dinner, and went round to Christina's about 8ish. I was sitting on her bed, drinking a cup of orange juice. I'd drunk from it a number of times and I was fine (being an adult and competent at drinking from cups, and all the rest of it), but then one time I just completely missed my mouth and ended up pouring my drink all down my front. After mopping myself up with a tissue, Christina was closing the curtains, and I remembered the other top in my bag! In thinking about it after, how many times would I have thought to take the top out with me? It's not a logical thing to do. It seemed it at the time, and it deffinately came in useful, but really? How many times? It was a little miracle! :-)
In fact there were a couple of little miracles there actually. Like the fact that although my t-shirt was soaked, my jumper didn't get a splash on it. And also that when I arrived, Christina had specifically offered me orange juice, rather than just "a drink". Now true, I do drink orange more often than not at hers, but I drink other things as well. And actually, on this particular day, had she have offered me a cup of tea I would have rather have had that. But, you know, orange juice down your top is a lot less painful that a hot cup of tea! *laughs*
Little miracles.... Praise the Lord!