Miracles do happen

I usually don't post (or lately...I usually don't post at all!) really personal stuff, but I had a miracle happen to me this week that I just had to share.

On Saturday, I had my first yard sale. Oh my. What a lot of work. Some friends and neighbors joined me in the endeavor, but...it was still a lot of work.

Sunday morning I woke up with immense back pain. I could hardly move. DH had to give LD a bath for me since I couldn't even kneel down to wash his hair. It was bad. DH thought that for sure I wouldn't be able to go to church. He is a chiropractor and sees many cases of back pain and recovery a day. He told me that I was going to be in pain for a few days, even with treatment, as this is the typical pattern of my type of back pain.

Since church doesn't begin until 1:30, we were planning on going to the clinic for me to get therapy and a chiropractic adjustment. I wanted to go to church so bad. It is the highlight of the week. I love feeling the strength of the spirit, partaking the sacrament, and also socializing with the ward members. I was so bummed that I wasn't going to be able to go to church.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt better. I could move. I could bend. I could walk without hunching over. It was a miracle. I thought to myself, "Too bad we haven't gone to the clinic yet...then DH could claim this as his miracle!" Immediately, however, the answer came to me..."If you'd gone to the clinic already, you wouldn't see that it was MY miracle." It was definitely an answer to an unuttered prayer and the righteous desires of my heart.

And, I was worried that once I got to go to church that the pain would return, but it hasn't. What a blessing and a witness to me that God knows me and is ready and willing to help me at all times. Miracles do happen.