Two little miracles

Before I begin my entry I need to explain how important it is for our children to catch the school buses in the mornings. We live 12kms from the Primary school and 35kms from the High school where our children attend. (NB:the schools are in the opposite direction to each other). We are very blessed to have free school buses that take our children to and from school. If one of our children misses the bus, then they either miss school or I have to take them. My car is not the most economical car – ok she is a thirsty girl- and on a budget, so driving for an hour and a half all up to get all my children to school is the absolute last resort. We drive 5 minutes north to ‘the old fire station’ where both buses turn around. This Year also, we have a family goal to have 100% attendance for school. My children are loving school, especially my Big Boy Teancum. So in simple terms catching the bus could be described as “imperative”. Now for the story…..

I am sure everyone is used to the morning rushes for school and buses. Our home is no different. This morning it was one of those days. However this time the kids were ready and Mum couldn’t find her keys to the car!! As you can imagine frustrations increased as time went on, then at 7:45am I had exhausted what I though all options.  The 3 backups I called were also unable to accommodate. Foreseeing that now ALL my children would not be able to make it to school because I couldn’t find the Keys. I began to lose it… I stormed into my room with a door slamming behind me with the intention to do what I do best in these times…. Have a good cry. Instead I was reminded to pray. After my not so Christ like behavior earlier, for a moment I thought how could I ask for my Heavenly Fathers help. But I did. I began by telling him what the problem was, I can’t find the keys, the kids are going to miss school (remember, we have a goal for 100% attendance). Then I took a deep breath and asked specifically for his help. “Please help me to know where to find my keys”. No sooner had I finished my prayer I had the thought to check in the petrol container I had unloaded the night before. I had completely forgotten about it. There they were.  Answers to prayers do not always come this way for me, but it was a humble reminder of the importance of praying and being specific. If the intentions of your heart are pure, you will receive an answer. The other part too was that after running around like a crazy woman, I humbled myself enough to be able to ask, and listen for the answer.

I was so very grateful for the help to find the car keys. As the order came “you’ve got 3 seconds to get in the car” I prepared myself for what to do now. We have a 10 minute window pocket between buses for primary and High school. This had already lapsed. As we drove down our hill I caught a glimpse of the primary school bus heading south to school. If I chased that bus Teancum would most definitely miss his then we face the 1 hour journey to get him to school….late. So, we headed north to see if we could catch up with the high school bus going North East. You can imagine the gratitude and amazement when I saw the bus still sitting there about to leave. What a blessing, well to me a small miracle. Thinking about it now, I am sure that my son was giving up silent prayers too.  I am so grateful that I have a knowledge that I can pray and be answered. I am so grateful for a kind bus driver who felt to wait just a little bit longer today. I am also grateful for the quiet example my son set me today.

2 little miracles that blessed my family today.