This morning was a beautiful start to my Sayanku's birthday, filled with joy, love, and divine confirmation that left my heart overflowing with gratitude. As the sun rose, I woke up with a deep sense of celebration for her life. We began the day in our cozy little hotel room by the harbor, where I prayed over her, declaring God’s promises and anointing her with love and faith. It was a sacred moment, one that set the tone for a day I knew would be special…
Today, I've been pondering the story of Abraham from the Bible – that ancient tale of faith, promise, and wandering. God appears to Abraham (then Abram), in Genesis 13:14-17, lifting his eyes to the horizon and declaring, "All the land that you see I will give to you and your offspring forever." It's a sweeping promise as far as the eye can see, a vast inheritance for generations. Yet, what strikes me most isn't the acquisition, but what happens next. Abraham doesn't build a palace or settle into a life of ease…
Yesterday, I felt the pulse of creation beneath the waves, diving into the ocean’s embrace on my partner’s parents’ catamaran. The underwater world unfolded like a sacred gallery of fish darting in vibrant schools, their scales catching light like living jewels, and the intricate, otherworldly patterns of brain coral, a testament to nature’s artistry. Each moment felt like a gift, a glimpse into the vast imagination of God the Creator, who sculpted this underwater cathedral with such care and wonder…