that doesn’t seem right . . . I’m searching for the Spanish word for “tiny miracles.” As in coming home and having a refund check from your (ironically!) car insurance company. (I just switched back, and my multi-policy discount kicked in again . . . )

God seems to continually remind me that, while it may not be His will (though I can continue to hope?!) to “bail me out” in huge and flashy ways, He will still show me tiny glimpses of His unfailing provision in every situation . . .

        I still have this pit in my stomach, “but this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope . . . ” He’s always been faithful to me . . .