I lost the crucifix necklace that my husband gave me for my birthday, right after we started dating. It told me a great deal about the man and his faith that he chose a gift with spiritual significance. We had been married about 15 years, when one day as I got in my car to go to work, I realized that my necklace was missing. I sat there in the driver’s seat and sent a heart-felt plea to the lord that I didn’t care about the necklace but the cross had special meaning to me. My husband was a true gift from God so the gift from my husband was important. The next day when I went to get in the car, there was the crucifix, like someone laid it for me to find on the driver’s seat. The chain was no where to be seen but I didn’t care. I thanked him profusely and and doing it again now as I relive that moment! Thanks, Father, for all your great gifts!
What if we dared to believe that Jesus is still tending to broken hearts and lives? What if we dared to believe that miracles still happen in our day?