24/08/2025
I hope you start to see God in everything, in the delay that protects you. In the silence that builds you, in the people who leaves and peace that stay after they do. I hope that next time life feels unfair, you pause before you call it bad luck and ask "God what you try to show me here" because he speaks through in closed doors, as open ones. Through reroutes, through waiting rooms. Through moments that don't make sense until they do. May you start see to God in the way things fall apart, and a quite brilliance of how things come back together. His not just miracle, his in the mess. His not just a blessing, his in the becoming. When your eyes adjust in his grace, you'll never see things the same again.