Miracles happen everyday. You just need to see them for what they are. On one occasion, I was part of someone else’s “miracle.” A neighbor I didn’t know had said a prayer for a singer to take part in her Church recital. She needed a soprano. I knocked on her door to get a reference for a “homeless” man who was looking for work. We got to talking and she told me about her prayer. I majored in voice in college. I sang two solos in her program. It was a wonderful experience.
All those “serendipitous” moments are really miracles. They may be small ones, but they are gifts from God none the less.
people always look for big’miracles. sometimes the miracles are small ones. meeting the right person at the right time. being the person something critical hinges on and doing it -’whatever it is - flawlessly. your beloved pet who’s very sick, getting well with your care and prayers and a good vet. a small gift to someone that comes at a really needed moment. a word of encouragement, a card or note or call, that uplifts a person who is going through a rough patch of stuff not going their way. your car continuing to work reliably every day. that we wake up together and have another day together with family and friends. that we all go to sleep together at the end of the day. that we have a normal, non-shtf day with problems other people elsewhere would love to have.