He is in a stranger who held a door with a genuine smile. In the unexpected peace that arrives right when I felt I couldn't carry something anymore. In the way beauty keeps showing up uninvited — a sunset I didn't ask for, birdsong I almost missed.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God — Matthew 5:8. I used to read that as something to achieve. Now I read it as an invitation to simply pay attention ✨

Faith isn't only on Sundays. It breathes through Tuesday afternoons and quiet Friday evenings. It asks to be lived, not just observed.