|My Sunday shoes, Kevin the teenager’s|
In a daring act of bravery, in my humble opinion, he decided to not let that stop him from doing what he loved–singing and playing guitar.
I kept thinking, ‘Hey, he’s not stuttering anymore… That’s a bit of a small miracle.”
|I have never been to Africa.
I have been to Yosemite.
My sister in law is on safari in Africa, the culmination of a lifelong dream many years in the making. She is in the sixth decade of her life, so this is no small accomplishment. This morning my niece informed me she communicated with her mom just yesterday via Viber, some new voice app that allows you to talk to anyone anywhere in the world.
But I think being 9,280 miles from home and being able to speak to your daughter on the phone is a miracle.
How does God DO that?
Three small miracles, ones you could see, hear and feel. The God-made kind, right in front of me.
What kind of miracles will you see today?