Miracles

Miracles: A Brief Story About a Change in Understanding
          
                As long as I can remember, I've had an extremely skeptical cynicism about the existence of modern day miracles. I mean, don't get me wrong, I haven't doubted what Jesus did, or God did through Peter/Phillip/Paul/etc., but when it comes to the miraculous happening in our present day, I've always been very doubtful. I'm not sure exactly why this is; there is no shortage of mysterious/unexplained occurrences in they lives of my family members, and our family as a whole. My parents journey to New York from California contains some unexplained events of notability (you can ask them about those). My mom's unexplained healing of her back one year before a trip to California is another, but for some reason I can't explain, I've had a very negative attitude toward "modern day miracles" for quite a long time. Now. This was before the night of December 20th, 2010. So here is my story:
          In preparing for my extended South African stay, I've been trying to spend time with various friends who I won't see for a long time. On Monday night I went to a friends house who lives about 20 minutes south of me in the town of Cold Spring New York. It was about 7:30 when I made my ascent up the steep mountain road that leads to his house. It had been very cold, and there was black ice at various places along my journey. I was about half way up the mountain going about 25 MPH, when I hit a large patch of black ice. My car swerved all over the narrow road (thank God it didn't go over the side of the mountain). The steep hill on the right side of the road was at roughly a 60-45 degree incline with respect to the road. My car swerved back across the road and started to go up the incline. At that point I remember thinking in my mind that I wouldn't be able to control the car, and I braced for the imminent flip/crash. I was probably going up the incline for about two seconds, when all of a sudden I was back on the road driving straight up the road. I keep going over it in my mind, trying to remember when I moved the steering wheel back on track, but I can recall no such memory. My only explanation is that there was divine intervention in the form of either my car being moved, or someone taking control of it.
       Now, all that to say is I am now faced with facts I can't deny. I haven't had a radical theological movement, but I've realized several things:
                  1. God MUST intervene in the everyday affairs of men.
                  2. There MUST be some sort of plan for my life that has not yet been realized, because I was spared and did not meet my end when left to myself I would have.
                  3. God IS sovereign, and I can trust him instead of just leaving everything up to myself.