I am not living a religious life, but I do believe in the one G*d. I believe that his miracles are there in our every day lives and all we have to do in order to see them, is to actually recognize them when they accure. I would like to tell you about the lates one that happened to me just today.
Yesterday was a big holiday in my country, Yom Kippur, when every body fast. Ever since I've got involved with my religious background I try to do more and more of out traditions. So far I was fasting every Yom Kippur. But this year I've had a hard tme to do so. But things worked out better than any other year before.
It stared with the food. I've had way too much meat in my freezer so I've had to cook some if I didn't want to throw it out. Without realizing I did all the cooking the night before tha last day before the fast, so the actual day I had nothing to do but enjoy the full meals we are to eat before starting the fast.
I knew I had to get some drinks for us, becaus everything will be closed for the followig two days. But I was late and all the stores closed up before I've got there.
The sunset arrived and the fast started.
I was all right untill the next day, about 4pm. But I am adiced to coffeen in the form of cloa and chocolate milk and my that time I could kill to drink any of those.
I kept on opening the fridge to see what could I drink, but there wa nothing but water.
I knew I shouldn't drink even water, but as I've said, I am not extremely religious. But water did not kill my thurst. I had to wait untill sunset (6pm) to eat, and let me tell you - I was out of my mind by than! I've just started a new diet based on eating every two hours, and my body just started to adjust to it, so I WAS HUNGRY.
However, the day went by and I did my yearly fasting. I hope G*d counts each time we do, cause this one was hard.
So here I am today, cleaning my house, doing laundry today. After the good deed of Yom Kippur ( helping a homless cat) I had to clean - almost like paying for being good.
I open the fridge to get something to eat and as I lift up the bread from the bottom of the fridge I see an unopened bag of milk! IT WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME! It was there when I almost cried for a nice chocolate milk, or even a cup of coffee with milk. But it was hidden until the day after the fast.
Isn't that a small miracle?
Of course, it also depends on how people want to see these things. Some might say that it random excident and now I try to talk G*d into it. It might be.
But I don't belive in excidents. i believe in miracles.



