There Are Miracles Happening Every Day

Miracles happen every day. I experienced four of them just over the past two weeks in the form of surviving four trips to OKC on the interstates. I consider it a smaller miracle every time I successfully merge onto a highway, glancing over my shoulder around the car’s center post, while simultaneously speeding up to 60 or 70 mph and praying no one is in my lane. I’m overcome with ...