Miracles Do Happen

On Sunday, we heard my favorite Gospel story. It’s the miracle of Jesus turning the water into wine at the wedding feast at Cana. His first public miracle, done at the request of his mother. Ever time I hear the story, I glean something new from it. This year, I thought it was fitting that Kendra opened her miracles link-up on the same day and it caused me to reflect on miracles, ¬†a topic with definite highs and lows for me.

Growing up, I believed miracles only happened in the bible. The parting of the Red Sea, the healing of the lepers, making the lame to walk: all those things were reserved for a time long, long ago. I didn’t hear stories of those things happening any more, and I just assumed miracles only happened at the hands of Jesus and the 12 apostles. Us modern folk were left to pray, and hope for the best. Certainly, I knew people who’d had their prayers answered, but the word miracle was never mentioned.

It was not until I started down the road to Catholicism that I read about miracles outside the first century. I was completely amazed. We have a small tri-fold pamphlet that lists the official miracles from Lourdes; tons and tons of miracles just from Lourdes. Do only Catholics receive miracles? I don’t think so, but I think we seem to see miracles where others see luck, chance or perfect timing. And because we see them, ¬†and we know they’re happening today around us, miracles give us hope.

For four years I have been praying for a pretty big miracle. I’ve touched relics, oils, and statues to Fulton, and then Teddy and prayed as hard and deeply as any mother can. I’ve done pilgrimages, had Masses said, asked for prayers and got my sons blessed by bishops, and had our intentions taken to Rome and farther. And yet, not all prayers for a miracle happen, or at least not in the way we want. That is hard and it hurts. It’s easy to lose hope; to say, why them and not us? When years of effort still yield hardship and suffering for a loved on, it’s easy to want to stop praying. I’ve been there.

I’ve had to start appreciating the small miracles. In keeping my eye on the very dramatic “making the lame to walk and the blind to see”, I was overlooking the ways in which our prayers were being answered. Maybe it’s not as amazing as watching Lazarus¬†stroll out of the tomb, but once I started thanking God for the little things I started regaining hope that He could and would help us through the big things.

Probably the best example I can give is of Teddy’s first year. We received his diagnosis ¬†while he was still in the NICU after being born six weeks early due to my problems with hypertension. He had been so active in the womb and such a fighter in the NICU (he never needed breathing support) we were convinced he was SMA free. Once we had the diagnosis, our minds couldn’t help but go to Fulton’s first year. Fulton never sat for more than 30 seconds unassisted. He never crawled, stood or walked. He rolled for a bit, but lost some of that ability by his first birthday. The doctors said Teddy would present SMA the same as Fulton; maybe a little better, maybe a little worse. We mentally prepared ourselves for a year of missed milestones.

However, that’s not what happened. Teddy was a plump baby, where as Fulton always struggled to gain weight. Teddy rolled, scooted, crawled and stood when placed against the sofa. He could even pull himself up on a low stool or step. When adjusted for his prematurity, Teddy met all his milestones that first year. People told me maybe the doctors were wrong, and while I never doubted his diagnosis would finally catch up with him, I didn’t realize how that one normal year would be such a balm for my soul.

Teddy Standing
Teddy standing at around 12 months.

Our neuromuscular doctor couldn’t explain the discrepancy. SMA can manifest in so many ways, but amongst siblings there were very few cases he could think of in which one sibling was so much stronger than the other. I believe it was a miracle. Not the big miracle I wanted, but a miracle none the less, small and still pretty amazing and unexplainable. I started recognizing the small miracles more easily.

  • While my husband was unemployed, our children were uninsured for three months. Fulton developed pneumonia and was admitted to the hospital on April 1, the day the kids state insurance coverage kicked in.
  • With our limited budget, we found a used handicap van with tie downs for two wheelchairs and an undermount lift within a reasonable drive of our house.
  • We just learned we can refinance our home. After years of trying and being denied due to our specific loan and the fact that we are so underwater, a special program was created that we qualify for that will save us hundreds of dollars a month and make it possible for us to pay for the new roof we so desperately need.

Luck? Chance? Hell no. Answers to prayer? Most definitely. Miraculous?

Miraculous, adjective: 1.occurring through divine or supernatural intervention, or manifesting such power. 2.highly improbable and extraordinary and bringing very welcome consequences.

Yes, I believe so.

Don’t discount the little miracles. Pray for whatever great things you desire, but don’t ignore the answers you get just because they’re not what you expected.

“The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen.” – G.K. Chesterton

Can these three, or four, miracles count as three reasons I love Catholicism? I hope so. Linking up with Micaela and Kendra. Be sure to visit them both for more reasons to love what our awesome Church teaches. 


  1. Miracles DO happen in our very time. And they’re happening all around us, and to us. … so beautiful.

  2. This made me a little weepy. So beautiful and so true. We can find them when we look. Love it.

  3. Daniel was supposed to be put on ECMO three years ago on March 1st. While they were waiting for the surgeon to arrive, they did a couple ventilator tweaks to hold him over… and said tweaks stabilized him. Not sure I’ve cried so much since.

  4. Hell to the yeah, they count. I love these stories. I know I’m always so busy looking for God to do the big stuff (wiping away all our debt, some big inheritance falls out of the sky), that I ignore the little stuff (unexpected money, in small amounts, arrives exactly when we need it.) too.

    I say: praise God for the little stuff, but don’t stop praying for the big stuff. What’s that quote? We honor God’s greatness by asking great things of Him. (Or something like that.)

  5. Kelly- so glad I found your blog! Thank you so much for sharing. Having dealt with my husband’s OCD our entire marriage, sometimes it’s hard to realize God’s hand in little stuff. What a great reminder for me that He is there loving us in whatever we are going through.

  6. This may or may not have made me bawl. Ok. It did. Is. I’m sitting in the dark, soft kid snores surrounding me. Because, manohman, those little miracles keep us alive and sane. I guess they are bigger than we ever realize.

  7. Sometimes the little miracles are the biggies. They keep us going and provide a balm for our shoulder as we carry our crosses for love of God. You are such an inspiration, Kelly!

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