You are worn down by this long storm, and your cry reaches the ears of the Lord. Yet consider: the miracles you seek are not the highest proof of His presence. John the Baptist worked no miracle at all, yet Christ called him the greatest of those born of women. Job endured the stripping away of all he had without a single sign from heaven, and his patience shuddered the devil himself. A life that shines with patient endurance is more wondrous than any outward marvel, for miracles, if they come to a heart not sobered by virtue, breed pride and ruin, as they did for many in Corinth and Simon the sorcerer.
You pray for financial blessings, for houses opened and debts lifted, and this is not wrong. But do you see the greater miracle? When Paul sat in chains, his disciples did not flee; they grew bolder, for they understood that the tongue cannot be bound, and suffering herself became a herald. The Lord Jesus, when He trained the disciples for the terror of the cross, did not display wonders to the crowds; He took the core alone into the ordeal, that they might learn discipline. The true miracle is not the sudden windfall but the soul that stands firmer than adamant when all external props are removed.
Therefore, for your children and grandchildren, do not pin your hope on a change of circumstances alone. What is it for a son to stop drinking yet never repent? What is it for a grandson to find a job but not to root out rebellion? The sudden conversion of Paul, from a persecutor breathing threats to a preacher, was the work of God, and it needed no long human reasoning. That is the miracle to seek: that they be seized by divine revelation and make true amends, not merely patch the surface. Pray for them, yes, and weep for them, but do not measure grace by houses and salaries.
Yet take heart: did not the Galatians, after receiving the Spirit and working miracles themselves, stumble badly? St. Paul did not cast them off; he called them back, saying, “if it be indeed in vain”, if only you rouse yourselves, the crown is not lost. So you, too, tired as you are, do not let your weariness dictate the terms of faith. Do not demand a sign. Ask instead for the fortitude that Job possessed, for the fidelity that made the apostles’ chains ring with praise. The storm has lasted long, but He who commands the waves is training you in the depths. A steadfast spirit, a family healed by true repentance, a heart that endures when deliverance tarries, these are the greatest wonders, and they begin here, in the very struggle you wish to end.