Divinity

To be present, in a way, at my brother/sister/niece’s Thanksgiving, I decided to make a batch of divinity and mail it to them to enjoy during the visit. When my husband heard my plans, he insisted I make two batches, one for him.

So, on a recent morning, I began. The first batch, try as I might, would not harden. Finally, after beating and beating and beating, I gave up and poured it in a buttered Pyrex pan. I set the pan aside and then began the second batch, thinking Harlan would just have to eat his candy with a spoon.

The second batch turned out well, hardened easily. I packed it, addressed the package, and took it to the Post Office. Only after I returned, did I muster the courage to check on the first batch. Unbelievably, it felt firm to my touch. Then I sliced it into cubes of delicious divinity. No spoons required.

Why am I telling you this? Because every now and then something happens to bring home the truth that when I stop beating, let go, and let God, miracles happen.

You write it: When do miracles happen for you?