MIRACLES

Do You Have to Believe in God to Believe in Miracles?

I was recently presented with this question: If you believe in miracles, does that automatically mean you believe in God, divine forces, or some other realm? Or can miracles exist on their own, without needing a cosmic signature?

Because when I look at the universe—its age, its timeline, its vastness—I can’t help but laugh a little at how tiny and young we humans really are. The universe is billions of years old. Humans? Just a blink. And yet we are the ones who use the word “miracle.”

No lion writes scriptures.
No dolphin builds temples.
No elephant sits around wondering if an unexpected moment was a sign from the heavens, not from the hell obviously right?

Only humans do that.

Why? Because our brains are complicated, messy, emotional, imaginative. We create scenarios, meaning, connections, stories—sometimes out of thin air, sometimes out of genuine need. That ability is what makes us human. And maybe that’s where miracles begin.

So What Is the Connection Between Miracles and God?

Throughout history, humans have tied miracles to God or gods simply because we needed an explanation for things beyond our understanding. A sudden healing/happiness. Rain after drought. A near-miss disaster. A coincidence that feels too perfect.

Before science, before psychology, before we even had language for these things, we only had faith or fear. And humans—being humans—filled the gaps with stories, beliefs, and divine characters.

But here’s the honest question: Did God create the idea of miracles, or did humans create God to explain what felt miraculous?

No animal wrote a holy book/text or did they?
No animal tried to explain thunder or healing or dreams.

Only we did.
Because only we have minds that crave meaning.

What Miracles Look Like to Me: Not Magic, But Momentum

In my own life, I do believe in miracles—but not in the dramatic, lightning-strikes-the-earth kind of way. The miracles I’ve known don’t just “happen” to people sitting around waiting for them. I’ve never met anyone like that; may be you might have.

The miracles I’ve experienced came from obsession, desire, hard work, alignment—wanting something so deeply that you almost pull it toward you. People love to call that “attracting” something or manifesting it.

But then the doubters ask:

“Well, if you’re ‘attracting’ something, who makes that happen? Isn’t that just another word for God?”

Maybe.
Maybe not.

What if some things were going to happen anyway?
What if our choices, timing, effort, environment—everything—played a role?
What if we’re not summoning miracles but simply meeting them at the right moment?

We can’t predict the future. And thank God—figuratively or literally—that we can’t.
But humans want to predict, control, make sense of things. So, when something unexpected happens, something emotionally sharp or comforting or impossible to ignore, we call it a “miracle.” Do you believe in science? Then I feel like miracle is a formula of Newton’s Third law.

Are There Other Kinds of Miracles?

Of course. And some make people uncomfortable.

A person dying and coming back to life.
A near-death experience.
A medical “impossibility.”

These are the stories people run to religion with. They hand it over to God because the human mind needs an anchor when reality becomes too strange.

But I like to ask:
If something extraordinary happens, does that mean a divine hand touched it? Or does it simply mean we still don’t understand everything about life, the body, or the universe?

Maybe both can be true.
Or neither.

Do We Need God to Believe in Miracles?

I don’t think so.

I think humans made God—across every religion—as a way to explain things we couldn’t grasp. As a way to feel safe. As a way to feel guided. As a way to understand miracles when they appeared out of nowhere.

Does that make God invalid? No.
Does it mean miracles are fake? Also no.

It just means that miracles and God have always lived in the same space because we put them there. Humans tied those threads together, not nature.

Miracles aren’t reserved for the holy. Miracles happen to many who don’t believe in anything either, and I am a living example of that.
They aren’t proof of the supernatural.
They’re moments that rise above our expectations, our logic, our emotional ceilings.

And maybe that alone makes them miraculous enough.

As a woman who has lived, struggled, hoped, broken, rebuilt, and kept going—I don’t need a grand explanation. I don’t need to subscribe to a realm or a god for something to feel extraordinary.

Sometimes a miracle is just life surprising you in a moment you didn’t see coming.
Sometimes a miracle is realizing you’re stronger than you thought.
Sometimes a miracle is the quiet shift inside you that nobody else can see.

And for me, that’s more than enough.