The other day we spent some time at the cabin in the mountains. The old dishwasher has been making a terrible grinding sound coming from the motor and we have been wondering how long it will last. We started it yesterday and it went for a while, but then it stopped and just made clicking sounds. I tried everything I knew to get it going again with no luck. I went outside where my dad was doing some work to tell him the bad news. When we came back into the house, I heard the dishwasher running again. My mom said she fixed it. Evidently, she pushed all the buttons a couple of times, turned the knob, locked and unlocked the door a couple of times, and it started. We were impressed with her magical touch. When my mom got up this morning, she turned on the tv in the kitchen. The picture came on but there was no sound. Again I tried everything I knew to try to get the sound to come on, but it did not. After a few minutes I left the room and when I returned, the sound was working. My mom said she fixed it. Evidently, she pushed all the buttons a couple of times and turned it off and back on again and it started working. We were doubly impressed with her magical touch and found it pretty humorous.
I Found God today in the humor of my mom’s “magical touch”.