I used to think miracles only happened in Bible stories. When I heard about the Red Sea parting or people being healed instantly, I thought, “That was then — not now.” But over the past few years, my perspective has completely changed.

It started with my grandmother. She had been unwell for a long time — unable to walk without support, constantly in pain. Doctors gave up, saying she’d have to manage with medications. We prayed for her every night as a family, but honestly, I didn’t expect much.

"Since then, I’ve noticed miracles don’t always have to be huge or dramatic. Sometimes, they’re quiet."

Since then, I’ve noticed miracles don’t always have to be huge or dramatic. Sometimes, they’re quiet. Like the time my friend nearly failed the year but ended up passing because a re-evaluation gave him exactly the marks he needed. Or when we prayed for our school’s financial needs during a crisis, and support came unexpectedly from someone we hadn’t even contacted.

"Believing in miracles doesn’t mean I expect life to be perfect."

Believing in miracles doesn’t mean I expect life to be perfect. It means I believe God still moves in ways we don’t fully understand. And that when we trust Him, even a small act — like hope, healing, or help arriving at just the right time — can become a miracle.

So yes, I believe in miracles. Not just because I’ve read about them, but because I’ve seen them. Felt them. Lived them.