I don't consider myself a superstitious person. I am, contrary to what you may presume, skeptical of all things supernatural. I credit a small chunk of it on my own religious beliefs. My beliefs about Jesus, my understanding of the miracles and providence in the bible, all indicate to me that miracles occur in the turning-points of history. Certainly, God's providence is involved in every dull moment, churning the events forward. But to need to see his fingerprint in everything, it's sorta like our wanting to catch all the pupeteers and stage directors from below the stage. The reminder that life is a play is needed sometimes. It creates distance between the audience and the actors ruining everything before them. "Well, at least there's Act II, an opportunity to do-over." But to expect to be told, at every moment of the play, the meaning of the hero's death and the widow's miscarriage, to be told how they'll all be remedied in Act III with the son's return, that's just awful. Sometimes, we don't need to know the answers to all the questions ringing out of our hurt. Sometimes, we shouldn't get those answers, because those answers alter the whole teaching experience. It makes the play, makes life, meaningless. It's sometimes better to be kept in the dark, to endure the questions to the end and see what became of all of it. You'll have your answers when the Playwright's word expressed by the characters finally shows the good intentions of the Director.
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It's weird how I began this post intending to talk about hopeless romantics, and instead talked about God.