I didn’t think much about God before I was born again. But from the moment of conversion His praise has continually been in my mouth. I think about Him when I hear the birds singing His praises, when I see the sun shine in His strength, or even when I look at my hands. My hands are the work of His hands. So the next time someone demands a miracle from God, tell them that they are surrounded by miracles, but they will be blind to them until they are born again.