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The first time I came across this phrase was two weeks after my triplets have gone to heaven. It was printed-engraved, in a picture frame. I bought it and decided placed it on their grave. Where it stayed for the next few weeks. Later on, we took it with us, and now it hangs in the middle of our kitchen and family room, in a high place, easy to see, to remind us that God gives us the gift of miracles every day of our lives. There is no exception, they are given to us during good days and bad days.
Yes, everyday holds the possibility of a miracle. Even those days that seems completely surrounded by darkness, brokenness and the feeling of no hope, no future, and no more miracles left to live. For me, it includes those days that we lost our babies.
