We often think of miracles as the parting of the Red Sea. We often do not recognize a miracle when we see one. It is easier to see miracles in our rear view mirror.
When I was three I was a very curious tot. My brother was playing baseball in our yard with his friends. I decided the best view of the game was behind the batter. My brother (who was five at the time) had moved me from behind the batter several times did not realize I had snuck back into my place with a view, swung the bat to hit the pitch thrown. Of course his bat slammed neatly into my forehead. I was knocked unconscious. My face was swollen so much I could not open my eyes for awhile. Where is the miracle in this? How is it that I would thank God for this. The miracle in this is I did not suffer permanent brain damage. The miracle is that I did not die.
The Miraculous Life of Brenda Lee 