On my walk this morning, I was remembering goodness.  Remembering miracles, really.  And thanking God.  I'm surrounded by miracles.  The truth is, I'm a walking miracle!  (And I bet you are, too!)  On my regular walk I pass by the Open Space at Blodgett Peak.  Only it's not open, hasn't been since the Waldo Canyon fire last summer.  That's the fire that shook our community to the core.  The fire that burned down over 300 homes.  The fire that was stopped fifteen feet from our own.

I am surrounded by miracles.  But here's the one God reminded me of today.

Last Christmas Eve eve, I was driving to the store to buy stocking stuffers for our children. John called.  Nothing unusual yet.  But when his first words to me were "Everyone is fine," I knew they weren't.

Blaine was in an ambulance on his way to the hospital.  A motorcycle accident. (Yes, he was wearing his helmet and that is why he is still with us.)

Christmas Eve...we are all home.  Blaine has a pretty severe concussion but nothing is broken.  The phone rings.  We learn another part of the story.

A couple is driving home from their outing when they come up the hill and see a motorcycle lying in the middle of the road and twenty feet away, a man lying face down. He isn't moving. They pull over and immediately begin to pray. She calls 9-1-1.  He heads for the man.

He knows how to help the injured and unconscious person because he is a chiropractor.  The young person begins to come to and wants his helmet off.  The chiropractor, our chiropractor, helps him.  As he is helping him, he can hear people praying as they slowly drive by.  He removes the helmet and recognizes Blaine.  His heart drops and he continues to pray.  The ambulance comes...

John and I didn't know who found Blaine.  By the time Blaine's friends whom he had been playing football with drove by and stopped, Blaine was in the ambulance and strapped down.  One of his friends called John.  John called me. But we didn't know who had called 9-1-1. Until the phone rang on Christmas Eve.

My son was in a serious motorcycle accident and the first people on the scene were believers who immediately began to pray!  The first person to help Blaine was a chiropractor who knew exactly how to treat him.

Yes, I am grateful this morning.  Grateful again.  Surrounded by miracles. Surrounded by goodness.   It’s good to remember.