It happened.

The story of my miracle.

I heard plenty of the stories growing up.

My mom is a praying woman. A trusting woman. A woman of faith. She’s also a business owner. That meant there were plenty of times where I would hear of the odds being stacked against her. Payroll that needed to be run, but not enough money. Business deals that needed to happen, but no one to do them with. Clients that needed to materialize, but no leads to speak of. And with nowhere to turn in the physical world, she would beat down the doors of the spiritual one.

She needed a miracle.

…And it would happen.

Sometimes I marveled at those stories. Sometimes—many times—I snickered. I just didn’t “get” it. In the back of my mind, even if faint, there was always an explanation. “It was going to happen anyway.” Maybe that’s what happens when you’re 12 and the most pressing issue in your mind is if Sarah actually likes you or not.

But the last two years have changed that. When you come to the end of yourself and have nothing to hold on to but Jesus, …