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A Miracle Remembered

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A miracle happened in my life about a month ago, and I completely forgot to record it.

We were driving home from Interlochen in two separate cars.  I was driving the Honda Element with the bikes strapped to the back (on a bike rack), and Ethan and the girls were driving behind me in the Volvo.  For the entire trip, I had been able to see them in my rear view mirror.

Somewhere on the Ohio Turnpike, I was on the phone with John.  When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see anyone behind me.  In fact, I had a horrible feeling that something had gone wrong with the bikes.  I wondered if I hadn't seen it, and if Ethan had stopped to pick up a bike from the rack.  When I looked closer at the bike wheels in my rear view mirror, I noticed that they didn't look at all like they had for the past four hours.  As I was telling John that I had a bad feeling about this, and that I needed to get off the phone, one of the bikes fell off the car.

I was driving 84 mph in crazy, summertime traffic.  This is the kind of traffic where it's pretty much bumper to bumper, and people are driving fast.  In the split second that I saw it fall, three thoughts went through my head:

1.  If someone switched over to my lane, they would hit the bike and the bike could cause an accident.

2.  The bike could skiddadle over into another lane and again, another accident could happen.

3.  Had it already happened, and had somebody already been in an accident?

Because I was in the passing lane, I quickly veered over on the shoulder to the left.  And to my disbelief, the bike skid over onto the shoulder also.

And that, my friends, is a miracle.

As I got out of the car, and felt the wind rush through my hair at 80+ mph as cars flew by me, I was so thankful that nobody had been hurt.  Only seconds later, Ethan saw me pulled over and pulled up behind me.  For that one moment, Ethan hadn't been driving only feet behind me.  For that one moment, nobody had been driving behind me.

We picked up the destroyed bike (Hannah was crying about losing her bike), strapped it back on (only I took control of the process this time), and we drove on.

When I think of what could have happened, and the lives and/or cars that could have been destroyed, I knew that God's hand had been in my life at that moment.

I am so thankful for miracles.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2012 at 11:36 PM

    Me too! Now you can retell that miracle at Hannuka time. Or at least can I? Glad you recognized the miracle of God and shared it with us.

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  2. John KennedySeptember 18, 2012 at 10:04 AM

    It could have been a disaster and Heavenly Father helped you Mommy Aris because you are a boss!

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