It makes no difference what your religious beliefs are. Whom ever you thank when circumstances require a miracle or when a miracle has been witnessed. Your miracle maker is the one you think of when you say, Oh My God.
I recently wrote about how busy I have been since our nation went on lock down. The phone calls asking if I am all right. The phone calls for my help with frightened children. I had a story telling hot line going. I would start a story and then leave it up to the family to complete with the story game. Then I would tell another family a different one. I had them exchanging stories. Each member of the family could add to the story for 3 minutes before it went to the next member. Once everyone had completed their contribution the story was recorded and given to another family. I have been extremely busy since Easter.
We had a very bad storm that went through the area and our power was knocked out for quite sometime. Since I have become accustom to this happening I was not worried. I had flashlights, my cell phone, food, etc. I was able to help everyone who came by with what ever it was they needed. Just so ya' know... no one asked for toilet paper.
I was able to hand out some food from my full freezer and suggested they have a neighborhood cookout. Each family that had outside grills could cook something. Then one neighbor had a flat bed trailer. Each family put their contribution on the trailer. The trailer went from house to house. No one came within six feet of anyone else. One or two people from each house came out and add to the trailer and took away what they needed at the same time. This went on until dark. By then most of the food was gone and everyone was once again inside their homes. There is still plenty of food in my freezer for me. I had gotten in on a huge sale just before all this started. I still think that God puts chicken on sale at Walmart exactly when I am going to need it. I have never once gone over budget sharing my food with anyone. No one has every said they did not eat chicken.
Now, I was answering my phone and telling stories for several days. Power was eventually restored to everyone. Yet, people kept coming by to check on me. I felt very glad I had so many wonderful neighbors and friends who cared about me.
Then late yesterday I got a very loud rapping at my front door. I do not have a door bell and those who know me know they have to crack the door open and yell. If the doors are open to the kitchen or the living room the dogs could instantly appear. They won't hurt anyone but they could get out. Since I live on a major highway that is not a good thing. The door knocking meant this is someone whom I do not know. So, I cracked my door open. Precious my 100 pound pit bull was doing her “I am doing to eat you alive” dance. Then I realized it was a tiny little woman. I instantly told Precious to go to her room, (my bedroom), and she left. I opened the door a little wider. She said her son would be glad to help me with the tree that fell on my fence. I asked if he would charge me for it? She said no, but he would be glad to take care of cutting it and hauling it away. She wanted to know if the dogs would bite. I assured her they would not. Then I also said that Precious always answers the door that way. I went on to say she was a very good watch dog. She will watch you do anything you want.
Now, I thanked the woman. I closed the door and went on about my business. I actually forgot about what she had said. The up and down again with the electricity made it necessary for me to just be patient. I have started and stopped several projects until we finally got the notice from the electric company that all lines had been restored.
Then I remembered what the woman had said. Something about a tree falling on my fence. I looked out of my bedroom window. OMG, it is a huge tree that had been pulled out of the ground and could have fallen in two places. It could have come down hitting my house in the only room where I was most of the time. The tree is huge it would have crushed my little frame house. Instead it fell the other way and hit the fence. I looked at this monstrosity that was laying across the next lot not six feet from my bedroom window. It made a mess of my fence but not enough so the dogs can get out, but it could have killed me for sure if it had hit the house. As it was I was safe, my fur babies were safe, and I was totally unaware I have been entertaining angels.
I started crying when I realized I owed someone a big Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I had no idea how well my miracle maker was taking care of me. We are all in the arms of something that is far greater than ourselves. We are all part of something that is greater than the whole. I am humbled by those who do so much who do not expect or receive the thanks they deserve. I bow my head in humility and say, Thank you.
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