Believe in Miracles

While on assignment for the Church magazines in Taiwan, I was traveling with an interpreter and a driver.  Though I still had hours of work to do, my interpreter needed to leave me alone with the driver, who didn’t speak any English.  There was no way I could finish my work without being able to communicate with the driver.  As they discussed options, my interpreter began to laugh.  He explained that the driver spoke Spanish, which he knew I had learned on my mission.  The driver and I had a great time together, and I finished my work without any problem.

This was no dramatic healing or moving of a mountain, but it was divine intervention that my driver was one of the relatively few people in Taiwan who spoke Spanish.