Miracles Happen all the Time

Miracles happen all the time, but we only recognize the big ones. The little ones we usually dismiss as coincidences.

During WWII, in a little Wisconsin town a two boys contracted to dig a ditch for a new water main.

It was a hot day, and they had been digging all morning lengthening six foot deep ditch, when the local druggist walk over and peered into the trench.

“You boys have been working pretty hard,” he told them, “why don’t you take a little break and I will treat you each to a milk shake.”

He did not have to ask twice, two sweaty tired boys scrambled out and followed the druggist across the street to the soda fountain and the promised milk shakes.

They had just crossed the threshold of the drugstore when there was a loud “WHUMP!” that shook the ground. Stunned the three of them looked back at the to see that the ditch had collapsed.

If the druggist had not heeded his instincts and invited them to take a break, the two boys would have been be buried in a grave they had dug themselves.

I am thankful to my Heavenly Father for protecting the boys from peril that day and to the druggist for not hesitating in following the promptings he was given.

You see, one of those boys would become my father, and had things gone differently, the world would be short by at least the 16 souls that are descended from him.

Happy Fathers Day Dad and thank you for being you.


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