This past week my son and I went to my mom’s home (some 550 miles away) and started the process of cleaning it to place it on the market. My mom died last year and we need to do something with the property. Well, I have been putting this off for a couple of months now, because something was always coming up to distract me from it, and I’m sure the fact that it was an unpleasant task (physically and emotionally) didn’t help me to expedite the adventure. But I decided that it must be done, and my sister and brother-in-law kept prodding me along, so we went. I expected to do what was necessary to make it appealing so that we could list it and begin the process of selling it.

The first morning we were there, a young man from the neighborhood saw that we were there and stopped to inquire if it were for sale. I indicated we were considering putting it on the market and he told me that he believed that his father would be interested in the property. I gave him my contact information and soon I received a call from his father who was very interested and told me that his father would be by to see the property. I informed him that we were currently working on the home and it would not be available for viewing until the next day at around 3:00 p.m. Well, the next day, at noon, they were there. An offer was made which was what we were wanting and the terms were what we were looking for. All of this happened as though God were saying, "You don’t need to list this property, you don’t need to put up a sign, you don’t need to fret about it, I will sell it for you. The compounding coincidences are just too amazing and providential to be accidental.

So here I am preparing for Easter, thinking about the greatest miracle of all time. In fact, it is the pivotal moment in history. It is moving and astounding. But I am also aware that God’s work includes such minor miracles as the one I experienced this week, and that is also amazing. He is interested in the major moments of history, but He is also interested in the minor moments of our lives as well. "All things work together for good…" begins Romans 8:28. I am thankful for minor miracles.