The miracles are often birthed in the quiet moments.
The determination to keep going when you’ve failed again.
The times you decide to love again even though your heart has scars.
The way you show up dutifully to help those you love.
The early mornings when you work on your dreams while the world sleeps.
The moment you decide to strive for more.
The not so glamorous times where you show up again and again…regardless of the odds and bet on it all working out.
That’s the miracle.