Just a funny double coincidence today. My son has had some issues at school, and we needed to go in and talk with a few of the teachers. My husband had more time than I did, so he took care of it. I remembered I forgot to remind him someone else he needed to talk to, so I started a text to remind him. Before I finished the text, hubby had sent me a text about the same person! An hour later he still was not home so I decided to call and see if everything was okay. As I was dialing I received an incoming call from my hubby telling me that everything was taken care of. Once is a coincidence, twice . . . I think we were on the same wavelength!
I’m not sure the best way to re-blog this article from “The Blaze,” but I really wanted to share it anyway. Here is a link to their article “Eight life-defining moments that will take your breath away (PHOTOS)” or you can get it through my face book page.
Here is a story about a family that beat the odds, a true miracle.
Sometimes beating the odds is simply a matter of chance. Roll the dice enough times, win the lottery, whatever. More often than not, I think Divine Intervention and personal effort can affect outcomes. Today I want to recognize all the couples who beat the odds by remaining married through:
- chronic illness or pain
- a child with a chronic illness
- the loss of a child
- mental illness
- financial changes or bankruptcy
- different cultural backgrounds
- alcoholism or substance abuse
These stresses, and others, decrease the odds of a successful marriage, so if you have experienced any of these roadblocks and find that both partners have worked through things sufficiently that you are happily married to any degree, count it as a miracle.
In my church we take time each month to visit individuals. It is an attempt to not forget the lost sheep. As we visited yesterday and shared the message that the Lord does not forget anyone, two of the sisters I visit opened right up. Both were sisters I have been visiting with for a while now, and both are less than fully active in our faith. As we started to share, each one of the sisters felt a connection to that lost sheep, and after months, and even years for one of them, of my visiting monthly they actually shared with me the root of their own personal struggles to full participation in the gospel of Christ. Each struggle is unique, and each of us has our own personal demons.
I don’t know how to fix either problem. I rather suspect that it is not my goal to fix the problem, but rather my privilege to support them through it. One of them I share the same struggle, I just have chosen to deal with it differently. However, I think step one in helping anyone change their heart is to love them as the Savior does. I hope that by having someone to support them through it that each one of these daughters of God can have a miracle in their life of being reconverted to Christ.
I was up bright and early this morning to go with my son to his EKG. It is not every morning you get to peer into a live heart. Rather cool actually. It sort of reminded me of when I would hear my unborn baby’s heartbeat for the first time. It is simply a magical experience. Grown up hearts are quite different, but still amazing. It looks like a rather skittish thing actually, but it just goes and goes and goes. The day it stops, everything else stops with it. Talk about something that knows how to endure to the end. :)