The country road I grew up on has exactly 3 tracks. Simple math will tell you you cannot have two vehicles meet on that road and have each stay in the tracks.
If the road were just flat,packed dirt with tiny ditches it would be a cake walk, but no. This road has hills a mountain goat would enjoy climbing, with deep ditches reminiscent of Ozark cliffs. Oh! And did I mention lots of loose gravel? I won’t even go into the white knuckle driving when it gets icy.
So what’s miraculous about this road? In the 30-something years my folks have lived on it there have been no head-on collisions and very few vehicles in any ditch.
You might think it’s because there’s very little traffic, but it’s been a teenager party time freeway since before we lived there. Houses have been cropping up more frequently, too, which means increased traffic.
Any way you look at it, I think that road is an everyday testament to God’s care. Luck only goes so far, but God is always watching, caring for our most basic needs whether we ask or not.
When have you noticed little everyday miracles?