Miracles happen, my friends.

I am bursting with excitement.

BURSTING.

But before I tell you exactly why, there is a little back story that served as inspiration for this experience.
Upon return from my mission, I went back to school and found a certain art class that I really wanted to take. And I do mean really. The only problem was that the class was full, and at this particular school you couldn't add classes with approval- you simply had to wait for an open spot electronically.
So minute after minute, day after day- I tried unsuccessfully to get in. I kept attending, and to my dismay everyone else did too. I made it a matter of urgent prayer- and somewhere inside I had a real expectation that I was going to get in.
A few days later on one of my routine calls to try again- it happened. I got in, just like that!

I was so ecstatic. But here was the real kicker: at the beginning of the next class, the instructor puzzled over the roll sheet for a few moments before he quietly murmured, "That's funny, there is one more student registered than this class is supposed to allow."

Surprised and happy, I told him my story. At this he smiled and remarked(in that thoughtful artists way), "I like miracles."

Fast forward now many years. Last week I learned that my gym needs new spin instructors. If you know me, you know I love spinning. And all of the benefits of such an opportunity are just right for us right now. So I got online to register for certification, only to find that the only training program in Texas was full, and there would not be another until the fall.
Those same feelings of determination and hope welled up and brought that old miracle to the forefront of my mind, and I decided that again I would weary the Lord with my pleadings until the very last second.
Every day I both called and checked repetitively online, each time learning that the waiting list was growing and that the chances of someone dropping out were smaller and smaller. So, a few minutes ago, for the millionth time (and close to the last)- I checked online again- this time to find to my delighted shock and amazement that a spot had indeed opened up and was now MINE.

Shrieking ensued, friends, like a little high school girl.

After securing the spot, I immediately fell onto my knees in gratitude for the reality of miracles.

There is nothing abstract in the promise that 'whatsoever thing [we] shall ask, in [Christ's name], that is good, will be given unto [us].'

Miracles are alive and well, available to us when we seek with faithful expectations of their fulfillment. I believe the Lord wants nothing more than to work in our lives in this way.

I would say that I'm sorry this post might sound preachy, but I think that would smack a bit of ingratitude. So I hope instead you will will revel with me in His mercy and love- even for such seemingly insignificant details!