When God Knocks: Recognizing the Miracles in Your Life

What miracles has God worked in your life?

This question makes me pause and truly reflect on the ways God has shown up in my life—both in the quiet, everyday moments and in the undeniable, miraculous ones. 

One of the biggest miracles I’ve ever experienced was the healing of my eyes. I was born partially blind, and for years, I endured teasing—not just from schoolmates but even from my own family. I was known as the “ugly duckling,” the one with the ever-thickening glasses, the one who spent night after night praying that God would heal my vision.

I still remember that eye appointment like it was yesterday. I walked in, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, my prescription wouldn’t get worse. And then the doctor came back with a puzzled look and said, “I don’t know how to explain this, but… you have 20/20 vision. You don’t need glasses anymore.” Just like that.

I knew, without a doubt, that God had heard me. It wasn’t just coincidence, and it wasn’t something science could explain. It was a miracle.

And yet, isn’t it interesting how miracles—real, undeniable, life-changing miracles—are often met with doubt? I was reading Acts 12 yesterday, and there’s a story I missed — this incredible moment where Peter has been miraculously freed from prison. He literally walks out, knocks on the door of the people who had been praying for him, and what do they do? They dismiss it. Rhoda, the girl who hears his voice first, is so excited she runs to tell everyone, but instead of rejoicing, they say, “You’re crazy. That can’t be Peter.” And even when she insists, they rationalize it—“Maybe it’s his ghost.”

Meanwhile, Peter is still knocking.

That story hits me hard because how often do we do the same thing? How often do we pray for something, and when God actually delivers, we struggle to believe it? We explain it away, we doubt, we rationalize.

But eventually, someone opens the door. They see Peter standing there, free. And they are astonished.

That’s exactly how I felt that day at the eye doctor—astonished. I had prayed, I had pleaded, and when the miracle came, it was undeniable.

So now, when I find myself doubting whether God is still working miracles, I remember my own story. And I remember Peter’s. Because sometimes, the thing that truly changes us is when we finally see for ourselves.