(I’m writing this post after the fact to recount a miracle I forgot to write about on Tuesday May 31st)
During night games on BYU campus, I did an awesome swinging jump over a railing to avoid being tagged. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to escape the pursuer, and to add insult to injury, I realized about 10 minutes later that my keys were missing. I didn’t yet know where at the time, but it turns out they had flown out of my pocket during my jump, and into the killer spike bush near the railing.
My friends volunteered to help, and we said a prayer to begin the search. After about 30 minutes, I wanted to give up (partly due to the painful scratches from searching in said bush). But my friends weren’t! I’m so glad, because a few minutes later, Mikayla had enough with devil bush and started kicking it! We heard something metallic jingling and then fall to the ground, and lo and behold, there they were! Our prayers were answered :)
My HWN was the tenacity and sacrifices of my friends to find my keys :)