Searching for a sense of the miraculous in everyday life...

Where does that quote come from? It sprang unbidden to mind last night, and it's bugging me now.
Bennet's taken the kids to walk the temple grounds, just a few blocks away. Reeta is lying down for a nap, trying to fight off a fluish kind of bug - complicated with her allergies. So, the house is quiet and peaceful, as it so rarely is, and as it should be on a Sunday afternoon. Being as it's Sunday, and a good chunk of time gets spent at Church, (About three hours every Sunday), one's thought naturally go to religion, faith, and God. Not necessarily in that order.
This is something I've never told anyone before, but every now and then, driving in the car by myself, I find that I start running through things in my mind as though I was being interviewed for a television spot. Not that I hope to be grilled by Barbara Walters on the subject of religion, but it gives me a framework to throw ideas around, and a way to ask myself questions that doesn't feel like I'm doubting my own faith. While I was tossing ideas around in the back of my head, I came to understand something new - not the first time that's happened, which is one of the reasons I do this exercise. I've never understood the story of Samson and Delilah. I always thought that Samson was at least eighteen different kinds of idiot for telling Delilah how to defeat his strength. I mean, he had already mentioned three or four different things, and they "mysteriously happened" to him. Didn't he realize what was going on? And I came to the realization that Samon had forgotten that the source of his strength was his relationship to God, not the length of his hair. I think that at that point, he believed that his strength came from his own body, not because of any kind of special relationship he had with Deity. So what if he told Delilah? It's not as though he was going to really lose his strength simply because he shaved his head. I mean, the very idea is ludicrous, isn't it. And yet, we all know what happened afterwards.
Like a lot of symbols, the symbol isn't the important thing - the important thing is what the symbol represents. Our flag is a symbol, and how we treat that symbol is a representation of the relationship we have with our country. Not that I'm really trying to sermonize to anyone else - just sort of preaching to myself over here in the corner. And I think I have a better understanding of a particular story, and why it's there for me to read.