A friend said something last weekend
That hit home and made a good deal of sense.
“I don’t believe in miracles. I depend on them”. I like that, I like it a lot. I have co-opted it. I have had a couple, personally, over the last several years. I stand in awe and wonder each time one occurs. I hear whispering of more coming my way.

Miracles are good things. And they are not always parting the red sea.