Signs
Sometimes I really appreciate the fact that we worship a God we never get to physically see, hear or talk to. Sometimes I feel like the idea of Him existing inside and around me in a non-material sense, touches me a lot more deeply. It gives me the chance to still see, hear and talk to Him, in ways I’d never get to experience otherwise. Particularly through signs. The ones I don’t really spot unless I pay close attention. I love signs.
I love those phases when I continuously keep getting signs from above about things I would have never known how to go about on my own. They always come on time, yet when I least expect them. When the silence gets too loud, when I get too alone with my chaotic thoughts, when the world‘s unable to acknowledge anything I’m going through because they can’t really see. I happen to come across that one sign that speaks so loudly, only to me. I’d be in a group setting, witnessing something that every other person around me also is, yet I’d so clearly get an answer to a specific question I’d never even voiced out to myself before. Everyone would so obliviously be sitting there while I physically feel Him assuring me this is coming directly from Him, to me. All while someone else sitting right next to me might simultaneously be getting an answer to something entirely different that no one had any idea they‘d been having trouble with either.
He does it in the most heartwarming ways. Through words He happens to inspire on the tongue of a creation of His. Through an online post I randomly come across while aimlessly scrolling through my feed. Through a feeling He unexpectedly provokes inside me. Through a realization that might have been there all along, yet He only chose to open my eyes and mind to right then and there. There’s always a sign. He always has a way. Every single day. And there’s nothing like feeling so taken care of by the One and Only source of comfort in my own little tiny world. 💕
