I had lost my faith and just found it again recently. I told the story of my pregnancy many times but it wasn't until today that I realized the miracles that were in it.
I had a REALLY bad pregnancy. I was 6 months pregnant, my ex had left me and I was living in a motel. I had been violently ill the whole time. My mother finally let me come live with her (nice, considering that I was giving her all of my money). One day I heard a voice telling me to go to the hospital immediately, something was wrong with my baby. That was odd since I didn't feel bad or sick. The minute my mother got home I told her we needed to go to the hospital. She was in a bad mood, but I told her I'd walk if she wouldn't drive me (the hospital was right up the street). We go to the hospital and I got out of the car. As I reached the door to the emergency entrance, I passed out (someone caught me). They carried me inside and started to work on me. Long story short, I had an UTI. The doctor said if I had come in even an hour later I would have lost my son. I had to stay inthe hospital for a week then go on bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy. MIRACLE #1
I needed medication and my mother refused to use the money I have her for it. I had to go to work (even though I was supposed to be on bedrest) at a job that involved me being on my feet all day to make the money. Not only did they let me come in without being on the schedule, a client came in and tipped me all the money I needed plus some and I was able to go home an hour after I got there. MIRACLE #2
Then when I went into labor, my son's heart would stop beating every time I contracted. On top of it, I was hemmoraging. I didn't know this until later, but the paper my mother thrust in my face while I was being wheeled into surgery for me to sign gave her the right to choose who lived or died. It didn't look like either one of us would make it, but both of us did. MIRACLES 3 & 4
Call them saving us and the money what you want. But I was home ALONE when God told me to go to the hospital, that something was wrong. No matter what definition you use for the word miracle, my son's life is a miracle in that God spoke to me and told me to go to the hospital and we got there just in time or I would have lost him.
I was never one to really put too much stock in miracles. But God makes a way where there isn't one. I don't know what else to call it.
I hope my story helps.
Oh, and an answer about all the bad things? There is no right without left. No up without down. No good without bad. It stinks, but it's also the way it has to be. We are human and we make mistakes. For us to get to where we need to be, we have to keep working until we get it right.