Once I stopped chasing miracles, I started noticing them.
Not in the thunder. Not in the lightning. But in the little things.
In my son’s laughter.
In my mother’s prayers that still cover me even when she doesn’t understand my journey.
In the sunlight that shows up every morning, faithfully, without being asked.
That’s the sacred ordinary — where divinity hides in plain sight.
I used to think God only showed up in holy moments.
Now I know He’s in every moment — if I’m present enough to see Him there.
You don’t have to chase miracles.
You just have to notice them.