Happy Tuesday, friends! It's Tuesday, so it means I'm going a little deeper with writing today. I was wracking my brain for an idea on what to post today, so I consulted my favorite gal (Chat GPT) and she gave me the idea to write about quiet miracles in the midst of ordinary days. I loved this idea enough to see it through. I hope you enjoy this!
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Most days don't arrive with trumpet blasts or fireworks. They show up quietly—the same way the sun rises, almost unnoticed, until suddenly there's light everywhere. And something between pouring the first cup of coffee, wrangling schedules, and showing up for the people who need us, God sprinkles quiet miracles right into the folds of an ordinary day.
They're easy to miss, if I move too fast.
Sometimes it's the way the morning light slips through the blinds just right, warming the room before I've even had time to think. Sometimes it's a student at school offering a smile that feels like a full-blown sunrise, or a simple "thank you" whispered by a child who doesn't even know how deeply their words land. Sometimes it's laughter with someone I love—the kind that bubbles up out of nowhere and reminds me that joy is a gift, not an achievement.
And then there are the moments that no one else sees:
the prayer I didn't have the words for, but somehow God heard.
the worry that lifted without explanation.
the peace that settled in like a soft blanket after a long day.
the gentle reminder that I am held, guided, and loved—right in the middle of everyday life.
That's the thing about God's miracles: they're not always parted seas and burning bushes. Sometimes they are small, almost whisper-soft. But they are no less holy. They show up in conversations, in quiet thoughts, in a Scripture that suddenly feels alive. They show up in love—the kind that I share with my sons, my family, my friends, my sweet man, and the precious students that I'm blessed to walk beside.
Everyday, God is weaving grace into the ordinary.
Everyday, He's teaching me to look closer.
Everyday, He's reminding me that miracles don't only happen in the extraordinary—they happen wherever He is. Which, wonderfully, is everywhere.
So today, I'm choosing to slow down.
To open my eyes.
To pay attention.
Because when I do, I see it:
the sacred tucked quietly inside the ordinary.
The miracle hiding in plain sight.
The God who is always, always near.
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Here are some moments that have happened lately that have felt like quiet miracles:
- in deep conversations with Jonah
- in a phone call with one of my sons
- in sharing laughter with them over a shared lunch on Sunday
- sharing dinner with Chris and cooking together
- squeezing him so tightly when I saw him after work yesterday
- seeing the love in someone's eyes
- making someone feel heard and valued
- being able to encourage a friend
- catching up with my best friend
- being able to rest when my body and mind need it









