Mother's Day, I arrived 45 minutes early.
The smiling young host asked, "How many are in
Your party?"
"Nine," I answered, "How long will the wait be?"
"An hour and a half, unless there's a miracle."
I laughed and said, "Well, I'm a praying woman," and
I settled myself in one of the rocking chairs lined up
On the long porch.
While I waited for my girls and their families to
Arrive, I chatted with the man next to me.
He had already been rocking for an hour.
Before too many minutes had passed I heard my
Name, "Dorothy" announced over the loud speaker.
I quickly walked inside thinking there was a mistake.
But, indeed, our table was ready.
Several parties had cancelled.
One of my daughters had just arrived, and the
Other was on her way.
After our time of fun, food and fellowship had ended and
I was walking to the door I spoke once more to the
Smiling young man faithfully standing at
His post.
It WAS a miracle!" I told him
He agreed.
"Yes, they still happen."
I handed him one of my tracts, and as I departed
I noticed he had begun to read the account of the
Greatest miracle of all:
Jesus dying so we can live.