A million little miracles

A Million Little Miracles 

“All my life I have been carried by grace 
Don't ask me how 'cause I can't explain 
It's nothing short of a miracle I'm here...” 

These words from Elevation Worship's Million Little Miracles popped into my head on the morning of September 24, 2026. 

I could not shake them off. 

The impression was so strong that I searched for the song and played it through my short commute to work. Later that morning, I shared it with my sisters because it energized my spirit in a way I could not quite explain. 

Little did I know that God was preparing me for later that day. 

September 24 happened to be the deadline for a project I had invested a great deal of effort in. I was hopeful about the outcome, but an unexpected snag meant we missed the deadline. 

What surprised me most was not the setback itself. It was discovering how much of my heart I had unknowingly tied to the project. I only realized the depth of my investment when my emotions began to spiral. 

By the end of that day, however, I could see what I had missed in the moment: the Precious Holy Spirit had sent comfort ahead of the disappointment. Before the discouragement came, He had already placed a reminder in my spirit that every good thing in my life has been sustained by grace. He has carried me this far, and He has never left anyone halfway through their journey. 

Three days later, on Sunday, September 27, the same lyrics surfaced again as I prepared for church. 

I had picked up a tub of shampoo to wash my hair, I suddenly remembered my father, during the time he spent in my house, asking me for shampoo for his hair.

The memory seemed insignificant at first, but it lingered. I soon found myself smiling broadly as I realized that I do not know many African men who shampoo their hair with such consistency, especially men who visit the barber every few weeks and rarely have much hair to wash in the first place. Yet my father always did. 

It was such an ordinary memory but it reminded me of some of my greatest blessings.

And perhaps that is exactly the point. 

As I step into the final quarter of the year, I am becoming increasingly aware that while my prayers are often occupied with the things I am waiting for, there are countless gifts I never prayed for, never earned, and certainly do not deserve but I have them and also the fact that today, I am living in the answers to the prayers I made yesterday.

Some miracles arrive with trumpets. 

Others come dressed as ordinary hair washing Sunday mornings, faithful parents, unexpected encouragement, closed doors, preserved health, lifelong friendships, timely provision, and lessons learned through painful seasons. 

Over the next 7 part series, I want to share some of the backstage stories of God's faithfulness in my life. Not the headline moments, but the quiet mercies, invisible protections, unexpected provisions, and seemingly ordinary details that, woven together, tell the story of a God who has been present every step of the way.