Well, I promised some more every day miracle stories so I thought I'd share one today from a few years ago.
I was visiting a friend in Mansfield, OH which was about a 40 minute drive from my home in Bucyrus. I had a youth ministry event later that night, and when we were done visiting I went to the Kroger grocery store - just down the street from where they lived - to buy some soda pop and chips to go with the pizza we were having at the event. I left there to go home and take the kids to my husband, turned around from home and went straight to my event in Crestline which was about 15 minutes from home. I realized that I had forgotten to buy ice for the pop, so I stopped at a gas station nearby the church. When I went to pay for the ice I had a very harsh realization. My wallet was not in my purse. My heart started pumping and immediately I began to think of what I had done that day. I went to my car to look and see if it had fallen out of my purse. It had not. I began to pray, pray, pray that it had not been stolen, that God would protect my identity and all that the wallet held.
I promptly called my husband to tell him my wallet was missing but I had to go to this youth event and couldn't go back to Mansfield...could he?
The rest is the story he told me once I got home from the events of the evening. Apparently he decided to call the Kroger store first before driving out there. Indeed, they had my wallet. So he drove there to get it. When he arrived the woman in the office told him this story...
The cashier saw a woman in line take the wallet from the little counter top provided to sign checks. The woman who picked up the wallet just seemed to have a strange look on her face as if deciding something, so the cashier asked her if that was her wallet. The woman admitted that it was not.
To me the miracle God provided was the cashier's boldness to ask. How many times have I let something get past me because I felt it was none of my business, or because I feared a bad reaction, or because I assumed the best in a person? The cashier prevented someone from making a poor choice...it was two miracles in one. I got my wallet back without incident, and a woman was saved from taking the wrong road at that crossroad.
I admire bold people...I hope when or if a time presents itself to me that I can be so bold as to help someone make a better choice.