it that time again

I have this sign that hangs in my house, "expect a miracle" it says, often it sits there with no meaning behind it, just a decoration that often goes unnoticed, but today I look at it, and it's looking back at me. asking me so many questions, do you believe, do you trust, do you think I can deliver, you hang me for a reason, a reminder that miracles happen everyday, whether you see or whether you believe. Obviously I don't think this sign does miracle, but it's a reminder of my Miracle Maker. and today, though I don't see how, or why He would, I still expect, because I know with out a doubt, He will take care, He will provide, maybe it's not a miracle to Him, it's just God being who He is, standing on His promises, but to me it would be, because I don't see how unless His Hands have touched, moved, and directed things to place perfectly. I'm not going to speak, I'm not even going to worry, I'll see HIm work, I'll see Him provide, He's good, and I know that He has already started, before I even had to ask, because through the unknown, there is a peace I've never had before. It's that time again, where I place my everything into His hands, It's that time again, when I will see Him get us through.