One year I drove to northern California as a single mom w/my 4 boys at the time. because of divorce, I had to get 2 of my boys to meet their dad in Nevada. Long story short, I was struggling really bad financially, and just prior to our trip had bought my oldest son Jase a pair of sneakers. I was so tight on money that I was hoping those shoes would last the entire school year. Anyway, there were a lot of little miracles on that trip, including driving past a couple of deer who were between us and a mountain and they didn’t run out in the road, and a couple of other things that I don’t now recall (shame on me for not writing them down), but the biggest miracle was this:  about halfway into our day long trip I decided to pull over and let the boys get out and run around under the guise of trying to catch a lizard or find a tortoise. Anyway, we randomly pulled over and got out and ran around for a bit, then hopped back in the car. We drove on to our destination and started the return trip with just me and Jase and Taylor. Most of the drive consisted of a road driving between tan sandy desert dotted w/black rocks and occasional cactus. After about an hour of driving (if my memory serves me right) at about 80 mph I thought I spotted a black shoe. I asked jase, “do you have your shoes?” he sd, “yes, I do”. I sd, “get them”. He looked around and held up a shoe. (all the while I was still driving, but had slowed down to abt 60mph). I asked him where the other one was…and he looked realizing he didn’t have it!! I drove back and miraculously found the missing shoe (that we hadn’t known was missing) within a few minutes. It was a miracle bcs I wasn’t looking for it, it was a random fall-out-of-the-car, and it was in the middle of nowhere. Oh, and I was driving super fast and didn’t have the best eyesight. (still don’t).  Had we gotten back w/out the shoes, I don’t know what I would have done. I truly didn’t hae the money to replace them. That was a huge tender mercy for me.