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We have a golf cart. 
It’s Coleman’s life.
And why shouldn’t it be? He earned $1000 to help pay for it.
He carefully charges it each night. 
I wish I could say that he carefully cleans it often - but that’s not true. Cleaning sometimes happens. Sometimes not.

Coleman parks in the garage - my old spot. He can back it in expertly. I park in Jason’s spot now.
The garage door opener sits in the cup holder of the golf cart.
He and his friends underwent their usual shenanigans on the golf course and headed home one day.
He reached for the opener. It was no longer in the cup holder.🤦🏻‍♀️

This is definitely a first-world unfortunate event.
But it’s still sort of a pain to have to use the code to open the my garage door then go click the button for the other garage and pull the golf cart in.

So we went to look for the opener.
On the golf course.
In the grass.
With lots of space to cover.

He thought maybe it popped out in a certain area (going too quickly over the hills, perhaps???)
I was on the side of the road while he wandered up and down Hole One.
I thought, “There’s no way he’s going to find it. This will take a miracle.”

And then he was running back to the car.
Waving the garage door opener in his had. 
How he spotted it hiding in the grass, I have no idea.

I asked him if he said a prayer to help him.
No. No prayer.
I certainly didn’t help with my lack of belief.
But I still think there was divine help.
Because that’s how it works.
Our Heavenly Parents want to help us.
Jesus wants to help us.
And so they do.

Sometimes even when we don’t think to ask. 
Sometimes even when we decide not to believe.

Help can happen in spite of us. That’s a miracle.💙✊🏻