We have confined the divine to the hallowed halls of churches, to the extraordinary acts of healing, to the miraculous and the marvelous. We strive fervently to summon celestial fire in our worship, yearning for a tangible sign of the sacred. Yet, in our earnest pursuit, we often overlook the gentle whispers of grace that surround us daily.

God’s favor is not solely in the grandiose displays of power but in the tender moments that touch our souls. It is in the warmth of the sun that kisses our cheeks, a reminder of the light that guides us. It is in the rhythmic embrace of the sea, its waves caressing our feet, grounding us in the present. It is in the innocent laughter of children, their faces radiant with joy, reflecting the purest form of love.

And sometimes, it is in the simple, heartfelt note from a friend, a testament to the bonds that sustain us. These are the true miracles, the everyday marvels that speak of a love that is constant and unwavering. In these moments, we find the divine, not in the thunderous applause of heaven, but in the quiet, enduring presence of grace in our lives. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer