Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.
When we do the best we can, we never know what miracles await.
Anyone who does not believe in miracles is not a realist.
I've seen a jillion miracles. They're all around. Every green leaf is a miracle.
That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny; but I have no confidence on those which are fathered on the dead.
From the sense of being an ambassador for Jesus Christ, hopefully, through my story and through all the improbables and the miracles that happened in my life, people are inspired or at least a little bit warmer to the idea of exploring who Jesus is.
Here is the difference between hope with Jesus and hope without Jesus. Hope without Jesus is waiting for your position or circumstance to change. To be waiting and hoping that someday things aren't how they are now. There is nothing wrong with waiting for a miracle, but some miracles don't always come. Life without Jesus is a life without purpose.
I do not believe in miracles, I rely on them.
Enter any moment devoid of agenda, with an absence of posturing, and with your only intention being to send love to everyone you meet or even think of. . . Happiness, miracles and inner peace will follow.
But the age of miracles hadn't passed.
There are many miracles in the world to be celebrated and, for me, garlic is the most deserving.
Miracles are God's coups d'etat.
Only two miracles are worth seeing: The miracle of loving And The miracle of forgiving.
Love works miracles in stillness.
Coincidence is God's way of performing miracles anonymously.
The only good life is one in which there is no need for miracles.
You can understand why I'm a believer. I have seen miracles.
LSD wanted to tell me something. . . . It gave me an inner joy, an open mindedness, a gratefulness, open eyes and an internal sensitivity for the miracles of creation.
Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
In the real world, you can make your own miracles.