An intuition: I worried terribly about the forthcoming affliction of a beloved. I worried and worried as I walked. When the thought, “have faith that God will work miracles,” realized in my mind, a small, yellow butterfly crossed in front of me and fluttered by to my left. I, then, looked to my right and saw another. At no other point on my hour-long walk did I see another butterfly.
We must always trust that, in God’s time, our longings will be met, our worries released. Miracles happen.
No matter how certain our worries feel, even when reason confirms their truth, we must have faith. Miracles happen.
