Little Miracles: What happened to me last Sunday

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Down an isolated highway
through fallow wheat and cotton fields
past dairy farms
and herds of grazing cattle
I drove aimlessly
under an overcast sky
with no destination in mind
a tank half full of gas
I was driving
just to be driving

I would rather be home
sitting at my desk, writing
but my writing seems to be
going nowhere
and I am deeply discouraged

Why am I here? I wonder
What is my purpose in life
if not to write?

I come to a crossroads
now I’m not sure which way to go
maybe I should turn around
and head back home

Then I feel an urge
to take the road on the right
so I do…
traveling down a highway
I’ve never driven on before

“Oh God!” I pray aloud
“Do I even matter to You
after all my sins?
Do You care about me
after all my failures?”

Suddenly
a flock of quail
flies directly in front of and over my truck
under the cloudy sky
I have never seen quail
do that before

“Dear God,” I continue praying
“Is my dream of writing a book
too big?
Am I foolish for thinking
that my story even matters
when there are 7 or 8 billion other stories
currently living on this planet?
Am I foolish for thinking that You
will hear and answer my prayers
with all that You have to do?
I only want to do Your will, Lord
I only want to write a book
If You want me to
But I don’t know
If You even hear me
or if You really care.”

As I finish praying
I notice that I’m driving past
the ruin of an abandoned house
The exterior walls are decorated with graffiti
FaiTh has been painted
in big bold calligraphy letters
alongside a colorful bird
painted with a rainbow of colors

I drive past the ruin
and soon come to a small town
I feel the urge to turn right again
but I drive past the turn
Then I feel the urge to double back
and make the turn
so I do…

I drive straight for several blocks
down an unfamiliar street
to a church I’ve never seen before
People are parking and walking inside
the service will start in six minutes
according to the marquee

I park my truck
and go inside

The title of the sermon is
“Forecast: Cloudy with a Chance of Quail”
A very strange title, I think

The minister preaches
about the goodness of God
and how we need Faith
to see us through
the dark and cloudy times
Faith to believe
that God loves us enough
to always hear our prayers
despite our sins and failings
Faith to believe
that God is never too busy
Faith to believe
that no dream is too big
Faith to trust
that our Creator
will answer our prayers
and bring our dreams to fruition
Even as He heard
and answered
the grumbling prayers
of the Israelites
as they wandered in the wilderness
when they grew tired of eating manna
They craved meat
so God sent them
flocks of quail
enough to feed the entire nation
for one full month

Have Faith in God our Creator
Faith enough to dream big
Faith enough to pray big
Regardless of who you are
Regardless of where you have been
Regardless of how many times you have failed
Regardless of how grievously you have sinned
No one is too far gone
No sin is too great
No one is too insignificant
No dream is too big
For our Creator God
If we will have Faith
And turn to Him!

The service ended
and I drove back
the way I had come
I stopped and took pictures
of the graffiti house
with the colorful bird
the old windmill
(for the “Lady Quixote” in me)
and the word: FaiTh.

As I drove away
from the abandoned house
I wondered
if God led me down this road
to drive past the ruin
and go to that church
so I could hear the sermon
with the strange title
as an answer to my despairing prayer –
or was it all
just a coincidence?

In that moment
as I wondered these things
a flock of quail
flew directly in front of and over my truck
under the cloudy sky.

~Lynda Lee, aka @LadyQuixote, November 2015

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I searched online for an image I could use of a flock of quail in flight, but in all of the images I found — with one exception — the quail are on the ground. The single image I did find of a quail covey in flight is copyrighted and not for public use.

The photographer made this comment under his picture of the flying quail: “Not something you see every day.” Indeed!

The flock of flying quail by photographer Hockey.Lover (Gail) on Flickr.com can be seen HERE.

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About Lynda Lee

Lynda Lee is my pen name. I am a former nurse, a Mensa member, and a writer, diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by extreme trauma and narcissistic abuse. Formerly agnostic, I am now a Christian. My husband, a USMC Vietnam War Veteran and a Chaplain, has PTSD caused by combat. We've come a long way on our healing journey and we still have a ways to go. We put the FUN in dysfunctional. :-)
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