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I had a truly awesome experience with divine intervention yesterday* and wanted to share it.

After a day that seemed to feel like it would never end, my husband and I got into an argument.  Not an argument that was uncalled for...but we never really get heated, so it felt huge.  

Afterwards, he brought my daughter to soccer practice leaving me alone with all my angry thoughts that lingered after our discussion.  I walked to the kitchen to clean like I always do when I'm upset.  I got to the sink and started washing the dishes.  Halfway through the first pan, I glanced up to see that it was raining.  This was peculiar because it really didn't look at all like it was supposed to rain out there.  

The rain called to me and I walked outside.  The first thing I noticed was my favorite smell in the universe: rain hitting hot pavement.  

This smell always reminds me of happiness.  Of being a child playing in a sudden sun shower on a summer day.  Of eating watermelon on a beach towel in the driveway afterwards.  It has stuck with me my whole life and has always made me smile.

But last night, that wonderful happy smell took a back seat to my emotions.  I couldn't help but think about the argument my husband and I had only an hour before.  He was wrong.  I was right.  He was out of line.  I was perfectly stating my points and he wasn't hearing me.  

But then all of a sudden, I realized I couldn't smell my favorite smell anymore.  It was gone.  If I took a big sniff in, I could get a tiny whiff of it.  But that was it.  

And then I heard God.

He said to me, "Notice that you can not smell even your favorite smell in the universe right now?  It is because you have gotten used to it.  Even your favorite things can become commonplace if you experience them too long.  It can happen with ALL things in your life.  Think about it."

So I did.

And it clicked.  

God was trying to get me to see that my husband WAS right.  I was wrong.  And I have been for a long time now.

I became so comfortable in my actions over time that I didn't see that I may be upsetting someone - my most important someone-  in the process.  I had been treating him a certain way and not even realizing it because I was used to it.  Being used to it does NOT make it right.  And I felt sorry.

When my husband came home, I told him about my talk with God and apologized for our argument.  We hugged and talked and smiled and became fine again.  

Then I went upstairs to put my son to bed and prayed thanks to God for letting me see. 

*For the record, this didn't actually happen yesterday.  It happened many yesterdays ago, but I never hit Publish on it for some reason.  After re-reading it today, I thought maybe now was a good time.