I am rummaging through my bag when I find a caramel toffee. The chewy ones that I really love. It must have been there for weeks, possibly months, as I haven’t bought any in a while. I am thankful because after 3 hours at my desk I am tired and could do with a sugar boost. The toffee has appeared at the perfect moment.

It’s not the first time that such little miracles happen to me. I found £100 that had been missing for weeks. I had put it aside for a trip but when the time came to travel I couldn’t find it. Then in the middle of ‘Njaanuary’ I find it. In a wallet I had looked through before! I often find currency notes used as bookmarks in books I have read, and ’emergency’ money in the pockets of jackets I haven’t worn for a while. I once found a piece of silk fabric in just the right colour for an outfit I was working on at the time, and a contact number long lost and forgotten, which, when called, opened up the perfect opportunity at that moment in time.

A miracle is an event not explicable by natural laws. How is it that I just happen to find a sweet when I wasn’t looking for or expecting to find one, but I happen to need that energy boost? How is it that even though I was ‘sure’ I had put the money in that wallet, because it’s the one I travel with, and had looked several times, I and didn’t see it? How did it just happen to show up at that exact moment?

I am always praying for miracles, and sometimes I am disappointed because my prayers are seemingly not answered. But many times I have had desires, lodged so deep in my heart that I am not even aware that they exist, filled in such a perfect way that I cannot explain it.

My miracles are little things. So I am not holding my breath waiting for big stuff to happen. I am enjoying the moment and daring to trust that when the time is right my miracle will happen.