Traveling to Great Britain in 1974, I was part of an exchange program from the Episcopal Diocese of Central Florida to the Diocese of Coventry. The year before, a group from Great Britain visited my church and I became friends with several of the young people.

Without funds for the trip, God miraculously provided what was needed when my husband received an unexpected bonus.

The purpose of the exchange program was to share our faith, speaking at various churches and also at a Christian coffee shop. I was only 19, and except for Rev. Auggie and his wife Shirley, I was the only married person in the group. We met a few times prior to our departure to get to know one other as we developed a sense of community.

We left from Orlando heading south to Miami, then on to Heathrow Airport in London. Traveling by bus to the church in Leamington Spa, we met our hosts who were waiting to greet us. I was blessed to stay with my friend Geoff who I’d met the previous year.

Not only did we attend services at churches, speaking and sharing our testimonies, we also had time for sightseeing. We saw the Cotswold’s, met with the Bishop at Coventry Cathedral, visited Stratford Upon Avon, Warwick Castle, and took the train to London spending an entire day seeing the sights. Fond memories include seeing sheep grazing in the lush green pastures, learning to do brass rubbings at Stratford, enjoying lunch on a riverboat on the Thames River, and viewing the bishop’s private chapel with a stunning crown of thorns placed on the marble altar.

The British people were warm, welcoming us with open arms. One afternoon tea we experienced had a profound impact on me. A small group of us gathered at the home of a sweet family from church. As I helped the hostess organize the spread of food on the table I wondered aloud if there was enough. Mel’s mother said we would pray over the food and ask God to multiply the sparse amount.

The assortment of food included biscuits, bread, butter and jam, a can of tuna, sardines, tomatoes, fruit, and cookies. Eyeing the food, I tried to imagine how we could possibly feed everyone. Miraculously, there was enough. Everyone ate their fill and left full. The fellowship that day was the icing on the cake, a rich time with other Christians some 4300 miles from our home. The best part was seeing God’s handiwork and how he showed up in a big way.

It may not have been five loaves of bread and two fish as described in Luke 9:12-17, but what we had, met the needs for all who gathered around the table.

What miracle do you need today? A new job. Deliverance from some sort of addiction. The courage to step out and try something different. Direction to help develop a business. A close Christian friend. Healing from illness. Wisdom to make the decision you know you need to make. Encouragement to take that first step. Boldness to witness to others.

Just like with the loaves and fishes that Jesus multiplied that day, you too have the opportunity to pray, asking for a miracle. You don’t have to travel to Great Britain, go to a certain church, or recite a lengthy prayer. Just have a conversation with Jesus.

I can already hear some of you saying, “I don’t know how”, or “where do I start”. I assure you there is no right or wrong way to pray. He already knows you and your struggles. He especially knows the desires of your heart. He knows the miracle you need. It truly is as simple as just asking for his help. Because he is the Lord, and he loves you. He has a plan for your life, and nothing makes him happier than when you take the time to talk to him.

Today at church my pastor preached on the loaves and fishes, and that memory from my trip to Great Britain popped in my mind. It was a real-life example of prayers offered and food being multiplied to meet a need. There are all sorts of miracles. Don’t miss out because you are afraid to ask.

God even cares about everyday things like having enough food. He cares about your needs and desires too. Take time to talk to Him.