it was a miracle that you spoke to me again after every wrong I had committed to hurt you; though that was never my intention. but I suppose the truth about miracles is they are meant to fix things regardless of what the initial intention was.
whitney hunt
a beautiful thing that no one realizes can happen to them
it can be a very short or a very long thing, a very wide or very stumpy, lumpy trunky thing but
it
is
beautiful
an overused version
Atlanta
she was a miracle, my miracle. I know it’s cheesy and overused, but it’s the truth. since the day she was conceived she’s been a miracle. She is something that wasn’t supposed to happen, but did. I have been dreaming of holding her in my arms for so long. To have her here now is awe inspiring and almost unbelievable. feeling her tender skin against my own, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own large finger. she is heaven. My nose buried in her light brown hair as she sleeps, she smells sweetly of baby powder and milk. I’ll never forget this moment. The moment that I held my little miracle close and let the beauty of the moment wash over me.
G. Blair
Life is a miracle, it is in everything we see, hear, touch, feel. It is in our very existence and being. It is all around us and within us. We are the miracle we seek. It is in all things and all around us.
D
Life is a miracle in itself. “In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.” “For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son.”
Only now. Looking back can I see it. Blue, orange, green and yellow. Wrapped up for me to keep. Only for me. At the time I walked right by. Did not see it. What a fool. So thankful I can look back and see it now. In its glory.
It will be a mircale if you ever pull your head out of your ass. I get tired of your lack of caring and lack of motivation. I am not your parents, I am your lover and future husband. It will be a miracle if you can ever realize that other people live in this world besides you and that we do love and care about you. Maybe we should find some miracle to bring you back from the dead, because thats what you feel like you are most of the time now adays.
My life since jesus entered, everytime I see people around me change their life because of him.
Marshecaro
magic angels colours high joy happiness content gift God surprise rainbow people love feelings
atq
miracles don’t happen everyday to ordinary people. or do they? miracles don’t have to be amazing things that only happen in the bible. they can just be pure, simple, beautiful things, like a baby being born.
cerys
It seemed at this point that nothing short of a skip in time and reason would save us.
An unusual thing, as soon as it happens and is observed to be unusual, is generally placed behind a glass wall (or some other such structure of protection and display) to preserve its uniqueness and observability. In this way, there can be no doubt that something has happened that cannot be explained–unexplainability being the essential characteristic of a miracle–because it is there and can be seen. A never-aging slice of meat, for example. Do we betray our prejudice for ignorance, then, as we ensure that, by dint of its segregation from the rest of the world, this unusual thing can never be explained? Do we segregate it to insulate it from destruction, or from understanding? Is there even a difference?
Life is a miracle. Humans are actually amazing. Living, breathing, loving machines.
I am a miracle. So are you. So is everyone. Apart from Hitler. He was a bit of a dick.
Ruth
it’s a miracle I tell ya…. I can’t believe I did not die! must have been angels watching over me when that car ran the light and plowed into my car. As I felt the airbag go off I started praying…
Katherine
People always talk about the miracle of life, giving birth to a new human being. But, what’s the miracle to bringing someone to a world that knows more of pain than of hope. The real miracle comes of giving life to someone who lost his soul a long the way.
My nephew is a miracle. It is a simple and as truly wonderful as that. My nephew is beautiful. I am never happier than when I watch him gurgle and writhe happily on his play mat or when he looks at me through his wide, glassy clear eyes- the deep pools. And I wonder what he can really see.
“Are you waiting for a miracle?” she said.
No miracle could help me understand algebra, Johnny thought. He stuck out his tongue.
His girl mentor frowned, opened up his hand and put a pencil inside. Not his stub of a pencil, but her purple mechanical pencil with anime swimming over it.
“You have to make those miracles happen.”
Johnny could tell it was going to be a long afternoon.
You lift your eyes and I’m lost. Yes, just like that, you sent me to this spinning carrousel. And if I inhaled, I almost can taste the caramel and butter filling the air. The warmth of summer and the last of ray in the horizon. A spark, the color of magic. Please take that chance, I promise there will be rainbow at the end of our story.
That word that is misconstrued so easily, giving substance to things that don’t merit substance.
Gruning
As miracles go, they are far and few between, however, they are a welcome surprise when they arrive. Take today for instance, I surely could use a miracle right about now to bring together the opposing forces all around me. I think I will pray for a miracle, for God, being the biggest miracle of all, will surely understand my dilemma.
Robin Buys
mircacle of life, planet earth, do you believe in miracles. It’s a miracle that I am in the outer banks right now for all that it took to get here. tried to sail here, very large adventure. ended up driving a car, way easier!
eyeinthesky
I felt she was the miracle I needed in my life. Not because she caused anything great to happen, but because she made the bad more tolerable. She was miraculous. Special, not in every way, but in her own ways none-the-less. I awaited her arrival for what seemed like forever.
It’s a miracle that I’ve come this far. Me being in university itself is a miracle. Me having the time of my life in this dorm is another miracle. I’m just so happy to be surrounded by so many fun-loving souls in this place that I can’t believe it’s been a month since I technically moved out.
I think I can stand living on my own. I’m trying to appreciate whatever I have now; because I know it wasn’t easy to come by. I’ve strived so hard to get this far.
It’s a miracle I’m here. Now.
michelle shwe
any time you bring it over here
of course I shudder
and I thought that maybe
you’d have gotten
the fucking hint by now
you think you know about it
but the truth is that
there’s nothing to know
I cannot feel
or see
or hear
it
so I leave it over there
to rot,
I guess.
kassandra
falling in love. seeing the sparkle in someones eyes. baking with no recipe. the sound of the waves. sunshine when it was supposed to rain. seeing someone you haven’t seen in a while. getting exactly what you want for christmas without ever asking for it. birthday wishes. shooting stars.
I don’t believe in miracles. I wish I believed in miracles. I think that life is a miracle, and I know that’s a contradiction. But I don’t believe in angels or God or many gods. I believe that things happen for a reason, but not a reason that’s necessarily good or bad. I believe in cause-and-effect, circumstances that cause other circumstances. The butterfly’s wing in the Amazon that causes a hurricane. I believe that everything comes in a cycle, and that everything operates in a grand circle. History has taught me that much. I guess I believe in luck, in good fortune brought around by some cause that could remain unknown forever. But I don’t believe in miracles. I believe that everything that happens is the result of something else, which is a sort-of miracle in itself. I do wish I believed in random miracles, though. But I guess too much of my life has had some correlation with some past event for me to really believe that anything has been random. I’m not a cynic, though. I love life. I love living. But I don’t believe in miracles. I’ve been such a lucky person in my life. But I don’t believe in miracles.
Taylor
when you fall in love with someone unexpected. when everything goes the way you want it to. seeing someone you haven’t in a very long time. getting exactly what you want for christmas without telling anyone what it is. making new friends. baking with no recipe.
Alyssa
A dream, a glistening tear, a slant of light through a dusty window, a dark closet. The end, no magic.
Amelia
It’s a miracle that I’m still alive after that car wreck.
Zachary Williams
His miracle was her eyes, and her miracle was his laugh. They were both exactly what the other had wished for, and neither of them knew it as they passed each other on the sidewalk. The night was lit by streetlights dimly, and the miracle was missed by preoccupied lovers.
Amelia
I most commonly think of the miracle of creation in human reproduction. Every little element / segment / part of the body is created from ?? nothing! = Love!
David Sinnamon
It was a miracle that she had survived past four months old. Her doctors had always told her parents she didn’t have long to live. They had already picked out the tiny coffin she would have been laid to rest in, they’d found her a nice plot near her grandparents, and arranged services. They had prepared themselves for her death. But she lived. She thrived. With each day, she grew stronger and healthier. Somehow, though, the doctors were right. On the six-month anniversary of her birth, she died in her sleep.
Miracle. I watched as misshapen head appeared, then the shoulders.
ariel4thou
The miracle, the overwhelming miracle, of Joanna Bethany Collins. She is clearly GOD’S GIFT to our world. IF only we can ALL UNDERSTAND her wonderful contributions to society, such as what is not acceptable to wear on a THURSDAY.
everyday, they happen…. some people act as if miracles don’t happen any more… but life is a miracle… when you wake up and breathe…. when your heart continues to beat… when you can think and learn… when you grow… babies being born… seasons changing… the sun coming up… rain falling to water the earth…. all of these things are miracles… miracles of life…. miracles of living…. God is GREAT…. and Loving and Kind… He is so giving and caring… Thank you Lord for the the miracle of life! c:
Michael
It’s a wonder that anything can be considered a miracle. A miracle is simply something you can’t explain, so why not find out a better way to explain it? Death to miracles.
John Komarek
i seriously need a miracle to get out of this situation. i have heard about many miracles. it reminds me of my Mother. ganeshji appearing, my dad, my brother , my sister’s vision,etc.
A miracle is something impossible. It is a stupid occurence that will never and has never happened. I do not believe in miracles, and anyone who does is simply putting faith into vestigial beliefs that no longer have relevance to anyone anywhere. Miracles are all false, and anyone who believes otherwise is an idiot.
Ryan
Do I believe in miracles?
I’m not sure if I do.
A bundle of impossibilities, making itself known to the human eye.
It doesn’t seem right.
But anything’s possible.
And we’ve been taught to expected the unexpected.
But if we expect the unexpected, doesn’t that make the unexpected expected?
Anything could be a miracle.
Doesn’t necessarily have to be impossible,
But just so unbelievable, our minds cannot figure out how it was done.
I guess it’s a beautiful thing, really.
it was a miracle that you spoke to me again after every wrong I had committed to hurt you; though that was never my intention. but I suppose the truth about miracles is they are meant to fix things regardless of what the initial intention was.
a beautiful thing that no one realizes can happen to them
it can be a very short or a very long thing, a very wide or very stumpy, lumpy trunky thing but
it
is
beautiful
an overused version
she was a miracle, my miracle. I know it’s cheesy and overused, but it’s the truth. since the day she was conceived she’s been a miracle. She is something that wasn’t supposed to happen, but did. I have been dreaming of holding her in my arms for so long. To have her here now is awe inspiring and almost unbelievable. feeling her tender skin against my own, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own large finger. she is heaven. My nose buried in her light brown hair as she sleeps, she smells sweetly of baby powder and milk. I’ll never forget this moment. The moment that I held my little miracle close and let the beauty of the moment wash over me.
Life is a miracle, it is in everything we see, hear, touch, feel. It is in our very existence and being. It is all around us and within us. We are the miracle we seek. It is in all things and all around us.
Life is a miracle in itself. “In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.” “For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son.”
Only now. Looking back can I see it. Blue, orange, green and yellow. Wrapped up for me to keep. Only for me. At the time I walked right by. Did not see it. What a fool. So thankful I can look back and see it now. In its glory.
It will be a mircale if you ever pull your head out of your ass. I get tired of your lack of caring and lack of motivation. I am not your parents, I am your lover and future husband. It will be a miracle if you can ever realize that other people live in this world besides you and that we do love and care about you. Maybe we should find some miracle to bring you back from the dead, because thats what you feel like you are most of the time now adays.
My life since jesus entered, everytime I see people around me change their life because of him.
magic angels colours high joy happiness content gift God surprise rainbow people love feelings
miracles don’t happen everyday to ordinary people. or do they? miracles don’t have to be amazing things that only happen in the bible. they can just be pure, simple, beautiful things, like a baby being born.
It seemed at this point that nothing short of a skip in time and reason would save us.
An unusual thing, as soon as it happens and is observed to be unusual, is generally placed behind a glass wall (or some other such structure of protection and display) to preserve its uniqueness and observability. In this way, there can be no doubt that something has happened that cannot be explained–unexplainability being the essential characteristic of a miracle–because it is there and can be seen. A never-aging slice of meat, for example. Do we betray our prejudice for ignorance, then, as we ensure that, by dint of its segregation from the rest of the world, this unusual thing can never be explained? Do we segregate it to insulate it from destruction, or from understanding? Is there even a difference?
Life is a miracle. Humans are actually amazing. Living, breathing, loving machines.
I am a miracle. So are you. So is everyone. Apart from Hitler. He was a bit of a dick.
it’s a miracle I tell ya…. I can’t believe I did not die! must have been angels watching over me when that car ran the light and plowed into my car. As I felt the airbag go off I started praying…
People always talk about the miracle of life, giving birth to a new human being. But, what’s the miracle to bringing someone to a world that knows more of pain than of hope. The real miracle comes of giving life to someone who lost his soul a long the way.
My nephew is a miracle. It is a simple and as truly wonderful as that. My nephew is beautiful. I am never happier than when I watch him gurgle and writhe happily on his play mat or when he looks at me through his wide, glassy clear eyes- the deep pools. And I wonder what he can really see.
“Are you waiting for a miracle?” she said.
No miracle could help me understand algebra, Johnny thought. He stuck out his tongue.
His girl mentor frowned, opened up his hand and put a pencil inside. Not his stub of a pencil, but her purple mechanical pencil with anime swimming over it.
“You have to make those miracles happen.”
Johnny could tell it was going to be a long afternoon.
You lift your eyes and I’m lost. Yes, just like that, you sent me to this spinning carrousel. And if I inhaled, I almost can taste the caramel and butter filling the air. The warmth of summer and the last of ray in the horizon. A spark, the color of magic. Please take that chance, I promise there will be rainbow at the end of our story.
That word that is misconstrued so easily, giving substance to things that don’t merit substance.
As miracles go, they are far and few between, however, they are a welcome surprise when they arrive. Take today for instance, I surely could use a miracle right about now to bring together the opposing forces all around me. I think I will pray for a miracle, for God, being the biggest miracle of all, will surely understand my dilemma.
mircacle of life, planet earth, do you believe in miracles. It’s a miracle that I am in the outer banks right now for all that it took to get here. tried to sail here, very large adventure. ended up driving a car, way easier!
I felt she was the miracle I needed in my life. Not because she caused anything great to happen, but because she made the bad more tolerable. She was miraculous. Special, not in every way, but in her own ways none-the-less. I awaited her arrival for what seemed like forever.
It’s a miracle that I’ve come this far. Me being in university itself is a miracle. Me having the time of my life in this dorm is another miracle. I’m just so happy to be surrounded by so many fun-loving souls in this place that I can’t believe it’s been a month since I technically moved out.
I think I can stand living on my own. I’m trying to appreciate whatever I have now; because I know it wasn’t easy to come by. I’ve strived so hard to get this far.
It’s a miracle I’m here. Now.
any time you bring it over here
of course I shudder
and I thought that maybe
you’d have gotten
the fucking hint by now
you think you know about it
but the truth is that
there’s nothing to know
I cannot feel
or see
or hear
it
so I leave it over there
to rot,
I guess.
falling in love. seeing the sparkle in someones eyes. baking with no recipe. the sound of the waves. sunshine when it was supposed to rain. seeing someone you haven’t seen in a while. getting exactly what you want for christmas without ever asking for it. birthday wishes. shooting stars.
I don’t believe in miracles. I wish I believed in miracles. I think that life is a miracle, and I know that’s a contradiction. But I don’t believe in angels or God or many gods. I believe that things happen for a reason, but not a reason that’s necessarily good or bad. I believe in cause-and-effect, circumstances that cause other circumstances. The butterfly’s wing in the Amazon that causes a hurricane. I believe that everything comes in a cycle, and that everything operates in a grand circle. History has taught me that much. I guess I believe in luck, in good fortune brought around by some cause that could remain unknown forever. But I don’t believe in miracles. I believe that everything that happens is the result of something else, which is a sort-of miracle in itself. I do wish I believed in random miracles, though. But I guess too much of my life has had some correlation with some past event for me to really believe that anything has been random. I’m not a cynic, though. I love life. I love living. But I don’t believe in miracles. I’ve been such a lucky person in my life. But I don’t believe in miracles.
when you fall in love with someone unexpected. when everything goes the way you want it to. seeing someone you haven’t in a very long time. getting exactly what you want for christmas without telling anyone what it is. making new friends. baking with no recipe.
A dream, a glistening tear, a slant of light through a dusty window, a dark closet. The end, no magic.
It’s a miracle that I’m still alive after that car wreck.
His miracle was her eyes, and her miracle was his laugh. They were both exactly what the other had wished for, and neither of them knew it as they passed each other on the sidewalk. The night was lit by streetlights dimly, and the miracle was missed by preoccupied lovers.
I most commonly think of the miracle of creation in human reproduction. Every little element / segment / part of the body is created from ?? nothing! = Love!
It was a miracle that she had survived past four months old. Her doctors had always told her parents she didn’t have long to live. They had already picked out the tiny coffin she would have been laid to rest in, they’d found her a nice plot near her grandparents, and arranged services. They had prepared themselves for her death. But she lived. She thrived. With each day, she grew stronger and healthier. Somehow, though, the doctors were right. On the six-month anniversary of her birth, she died in her sleep.
Miracle. I watched as misshapen head appeared, then the shoulders.
The miracle, the overwhelming miracle, of Joanna Bethany Collins. She is clearly GOD’S GIFT to our world. IF only we can ALL UNDERSTAND her wonderful contributions to society, such as what is not acceptable to wear on a THURSDAY.
everyday, they happen…. some people act as if miracles don’t happen any more… but life is a miracle… when you wake up and breathe…. when your heart continues to beat… when you can think and learn… when you grow… babies being born… seasons changing… the sun coming up… rain falling to water the earth…. all of these things are miracles… miracles of life…. miracles of living…. God is GREAT…. and Loving and Kind… He is so giving and caring… Thank you Lord for the the miracle of life! c:
It’s a wonder that anything can be considered a miracle. A miracle is simply something you can’t explain, so why not find out a better way to explain it? Death to miracles.
i seriously need a miracle to get out of this situation. i have heard about many miracles. it reminds me of my Mother. ganeshji appearing, my dad, my brother , my sister’s vision,etc.
A miracle is something impossible. It is a stupid occurence that will never and has never happened. I do not believe in miracles, and anyone who does is simply putting faith into vestigial beliefs that no longer have relevance to anyone anywhere. Miracles are all false, and anyone who believes otherwise is an idiot.
Do I believe in miracles?
I’m not sure if I do.
A bundle of impossibilities, making itself known to the human eye.
It doesn’t seem right.
But anything’s possible.
And we’ve been taught to expected the unexpected.
But if we expect the unexpected, doesn’t that make the unexpected expected?
Anything could be a miracle.
Doesn’t necessarily have to be impossible,
But just so unbelievable, our minds cannot figure out how it was done.
I guess it’s a beautiful thing, really.
beauty. an occurrence that is inexplicable and brings grace and beauty into your life. something unexpected that comes to you when you need it most.