We have such an infatuation with miracles. We pray for them, buy books about them, search far and near for one of our own. At times we even manipulate our spirituality to make the experience of one more likely.
I imagine we think a miracle will solidify our faith, provide proof that what we believe isn't unfounded. Besides, there is certainly nothing wrong with praying for a miracle, believing in a miracle and then celebrating them if/when they come. Our God is the God of the impossible.
The Bible is filled with examples of these kinds of praying-believing-receiving miracles. And I've experienced a few inexplicable moments myself. And although His deliverance rarely happens like I expect, His goodness and nearness always take my breath away.
But we mustn't forget: The disciples saw three years of miracles. And three of those closest to Jesus even saw him transfigured on a mountain, shining "like the sun." But, when the bottom fell out, every single one of those miracle-witnesses deserted him. Bowed knees and worship turned to running feet and doubt.
Miracles don't make faith. Suffering, loss, difficulty, questions, wrestling, and the oceanic grace and unflinching presence of God do. And, perhaps, the fact that Grace and Nearness show up in those kinds of places is, in spite of us, the Real Miracle.