Danielle | Germany

The God who remains sovereign,
even when we don’t understand what He is doing.

Sometimes, God simply asks us to obey… without explaining why.
But what happens when we trust Him despite not understanding?

At first,

that Sunday morning,

seemed like any other Sunday.

I had woken up exhausted,

but grateful to see a new day.

Then a phrase my sister often says came to mind:

“A new day, a new grace,
the same God and Father.”

I smiled

and thanked my Father for this new day.

And I asked Him to give me the strength
to get through that day,

because my friend Ruth was coming over that afternoon.

— The name has been changed
to protect her privacy.

Because of my illness, 

I was no longer able to wash my hair by myself.

So once a month,

she would come to my home after church

with her husband and children.

I went into the kitchen,

wondering what I could prepare
so that they would have something to eat
when they arrived.

I asked the Holy Spirit to show me what to prepare.

I peeled a Charentais melon
and then put it in the refrigerator.

I also thought about adding some potato chips,

because I knew her children liked them.

To my surprise,

the Holy Spirit asked me to take the braised fish
out of the freezer.

So I did.

Then He told me to take out the braised pork,

along with the fried ripe plantains.

I obeyed,

but I didn’t understand.

I asked Him:

“Why do You want me to take all of this out?”

I received no answer.

Instead,

He had me take out even more fried ripe plantains,

as well as breaded fish for the children.

Then He told me to take two bottles of fruit juice,

some water,

and small juice cups for the children,

and put everything in the refrigerator.

I said to Him:

“Papa, I don’t understand what is happening…”

But again,

there was no answer.

I went to pray as I did every morning
and asked Him again in prayer

why He was asking me to take all this food out
of the freezer.

But on that question,

there was complete silence.

I was puzzled,

but I had obeyed.

I said to Him:

“Papa, I don’t understand
what is happening, but I know
that You are still in control.”

After my prayer,

I sent my friend Ruth a message asking her
to let me know when she was leaving church.

I wanted to put all the food in the oven to warm it up
before they arrived.

Around 2:30 p.m.,

I still hadn’t heard from her.

But the Holy Spirit prompted me
to go and put the meal in the oven to warm it up.

Again,

I didn’t understand…

but I obeyed.

About ten minutes later,

Ruth messaged me to say that they had left church
and were coming with Esther, a sister from church.

— The name has been changed
to protect her privacy.

A few minutes later,

she messaged me again:

“By the way, today is Joseph’s birthday.”

Joseph is her husband’s name.

— The name has been changed
to protect his privacy.

And then…

suddenly…

all the confusion of that morning disappeared.

The preparations suddenly made sense.

I was so happy

that I had obeyed.

Then Papa gave me the strength to get up again
and quickly set a festive table for Joseph’s birthday.

When they arrived,

everything was ready and set out on the table.

All I had to do
was take the hot food out of the oven
and put it on the table.

And the most amazing part of the whole story was this:

The Holy Spirit had prompted Emmanuel,

their ten-year-old eldest son,

to invite their friend Esther
to come and celebrate his father’s birthday.

— The son’s name has been changed
to protect his privacy.

It was simply incredible

to see how God had orchestrated all these events.

God had prepared
the surprise celebration

and had even arranged for a surprise guest.

And this surprise celebration deeply touched his wife,
Ruth.

She went into the kitchen
under the pretext of bringing out some food,

so that she could cry.

Later, she told me

that she had not planned
to celebrate her husband’s birthday at all

and was therefore especially moved.

She was so deeply touched by God’s goodness.

I don’t know what Papa said to her,

but she kept repeating:

“Now I know and I see
that God loves me.”

“Now I know and I see
that God loves me.”

“Now I know and I see
that God loves me.”

And I thanked the Lord

for allowing Him to use me

to speak to her

and to show her His love that day.

I was filled with gratitude,

and my heart overflowed with joy
to have been an instrument of my Father

to bless this family on that special day.

Sometimes,

a simple act of obedience
in the little things of everyday life,

even when we don’t understand what God is doing,

can make all the difference and change the way
the people around us see

our God and Father.

Because even when we don’t understand
what is happening,

our God remains sovereign

and is still in control.

He had orchestrated everything.

Even when we don’t understand,
God remains
our greatest conductor!

That day reminded me of these words:

“ It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not. 
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.” 
— Lamentations 3:22–23 (KJV)

Yes,

the goodness of our Lord is renewed every morning.

Sometimes,

all we need to do is open our eyes

to see it.

And sometimes,

we need to trust Him first before we understand

what He is doing.

Because even when we don’t understand,

our Father already sees

the whole picture.

We often see only one small piece of the puzzle.

But He sees the whole picture.

He knows where each piece belongs,

and He can lead us,

step by step,

until everything comes together according to His plan.

So even when we don’t understand what He is doing,

let us choose to trust Him.

Our Father sees what we can’t see.

My prayer for all of us is that

our God and Father would open our eyes every day,

so that we would not miss any of the little signs
He gives us in our everyday lives,

out of His love for us,

and that in everything,

we would give Him all the glory.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts.“
— Isaiah 55:8–9 (KJV)

✦ Danielle | Germany ✦

Danielle | Germany

The God who orchestrates every detail in the unseen — without our knowing.

What if the events that seem to have nothing to do with
one another were actually part of the same plan?
What if God had already orchestrated everything in the unseen?

A little over two years ago,

I had to borrow €1,000 from a very good friend.

His name is Josué
— Name changed to protect his anonymity.

At that time,

I was already very ill and unable to work.

I asked him for a favor:

not to set a deadline for repayment.

I promised him that I would repay the money
no matter what.

And he simply told me not to worry about it.

Over the following two years,

I found myself thinking about that debt several times.

But I was unable to repay it.

And I wasn’t too worried about it,

since no repayment deadline had been set.

Then, about a month before the events
I am about to tell you about,

I began to feel the weight of that debt.

So I prayed:

“Papa, You Yourself know the situation I am in.

I don’t have the means to repay this debt,
and it is becoming more and more of a burden to me.

You tell us in Your Word not to worry about anything,
but in everything, to make our requests known to You
through prayer, supplication, and thanksgiving.

So Papa, I give this situation to You,
and I choose to remain in Your supernatural peace
while You take care of it.”

Then I simply carried on with my life.

Without knowing

that Papa had already begun to orchestrate the events.

A few days later,

I was contacted by Mr. Poirier
— Name changed to protect his anonymity.

He works for a local organization
and helps me with all my social assistance matters.

He sent me an email asking whether my disability
had been properly taken into account,

because he had the impression that my disability
had not been taken into account

when my social security benefit was calculated.

So we checked together.

And we discovered that I had actually only received
this benefit for three months.

So we asked for my case to be reviewed.

After sending that request,

I did a little calculation,
and I thought I would receive around €1,100
in benefits from social security.

I was so happy.

I couldn’t stop thanking God

for what already seemed to me to be
an incredible miracle.

But I didn’t know yet

that this was not all.

In the meantime,

my friend Maria told me about the financial difficulties
her sister Béatrice was facing.

— The first names changed to protect their anonymity.

Maria confided in me that Béatrice was at risk
of becoming homeless with her two daughters.

She didn’t even have the means
to enroll her children in school that year.

I was deeply touched by their situation.

I would have loved so much to be able to help them.

But I didn’t know what to do.

So I prayed for them

and placed them in the hands of my Father.

“Papa,
the situation Béatrice and her daughters
are going through breaks my heart.

I would so much like to help them,
but You Yourself know how limited I am financially.

Papa, I may be limited, but You are not.

Please come to her aid,
and show me how I can be a blessing to her.

Use me to manifest Your glory in her life
and in the lives of her daughters.”

Then I waited.

Two weeks after sending our request for a review,

I opened my banking app to make a transaction.

And then…

total shock.

The balance in my account did not correspond at all
to what I had seen the last time.

I didn’t understand anything.

The numbers made no sense.

Instinctively,

I put my phone down.

I wondered what was happening.

Then I understood.

The social security had just transferred…

€2,299.51!

I was shocked.

I wondered whether it was a mistake.

I wanted to rejoice and give thanks,

but at the same time,

I was afraid it might only be a dream.

The next day,

I received the letter from social security.

It explained the calculations
and confirmed the amount that had just been deposited
into my account.

So I gave thanks to my Father

and praised Him.

He had not only answered my prayer.

He had given me a double portion.

I had expected to receive around €1,100.

But the Lord had given me €2,299.51.

I couldn’t stop repeating these words,

over and over again, through my tears:

“Double portion.”

“Double portion.”

“Double portion.”

And then,

the Holy Spirit reminded me of this passage from the Bible 

where the Lord restored to Job

everything the enemy had taken from him,

and even more:

“And the Lord turned the captivity of Job,
when he prayed for his friends:
also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before.”
— Job 42:10 (KJV)

After giving thanks to Papa,

I transferred the money to my friend Josué

to repay my debt.

A few days later,

my friend Josué called me
and came to visit me.

He told me how shocked he had been

when he opened his banking app the day before.

And I burst out laughing,

because it reminded me of my own shock

when I opened my app.

I simply replied:

“I know that feeling.”

He looked at me and asked:

“Danie, I know your situation and what you are going through.
Where did you get the money to pay me back?”

So I told him about the events of the previous days:

how I had prayed
and asked my Father to help me
so that I could repay this debt.

And that was the miracle that came from it.

Then he said to me:

“You know you didn’t have to repay me, Danie.

For me, when you asked me not to set a repayment deadline,
I had decided to consider this money a gift.

And so, I was no longer expecting you to repay me.”

I replied:

“For me, I never considered this money a gift,
but a loan.

If I had wanted a gift,
I would have asked you for a gift.

But I had asked for a loan,
and therefore I was obligated to repay it,
no matter how long it took.”

He looked at me in silence for a long time.

Then he said:

“I have never seen such integrity in my life.

Someone else would have used their illness
as an excuse not to keep their commitments.
But not you.

And that is what I appreciate most about you.”

Then he asked me:

“How do you do that?”

I laughed
and told him:

“It’s the Lord who teaches and shapes me.”

Then he explained that,
when he opened his account,

and saw the transfer I had made,
he decided to send the money back to me.

And then…

I burst into tears again

at the goodness of my Father.

This time,

He had worked through my friend Josué

to bless me again.

I thanked Him so much for it.

I hugged my friend

and also thanked him warmly

for this unexpected act of generosity.

After that visit,

I asked my Father

what He wanted me to do with this money.

And immediately,

the image of Béatrice came to my mind.

I asked Him how much He wanted me to give her
to help her.

But I received no answer.

So I called Béatrice.

It was only two days later

that I finally managed to reach her by phone.

She told me that she had not wanted to tell me
about the difficulties she was facing,

because she also knew how difficult my health situation was.

As we talked,

I understood that enrolling her children in school
was a burden for her,

but that there was something even more urgent:

she had to leave the apartment
where she was currently living with her daughters
within a few days.

It was Tuesday afternoon,

and they had to have the apartment completely
emptied by Friday.

But she was unable to rent a new apartment,

because three months’ rent had to be paid in advance.

She was also angry with her older sister,

who, in her view, had the means to lend her this money,

but refused to do her this favor.

She was desperate

and completely exhausted.

I asked her how much she would need
to be able to rent an apartment.

She told me the amount.

And then,

in the middle of that conversation,

I clearly heard the Lord speak to me, gently:

“Give it to her.”

Then the call was disconnected.

So I made the transfer,

just as the Lord had asked me to,

and called Béatrice back.

She was in tears

and couldn’t believe what had just happened.

She kept saying:

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand.”

I simply told her

that this was the answer to her prayers.

That this help came from God,

who had chosen to act through me

to bless her.

And even though I could not solve
all the difficulties she was facing,

I would continue to pray

that our Lord would continue to touch
the hearts of the people around her.

The day after that call,

she told me that, by the grace of God,

she had found a new apartment.

The landlord had promised
to have the apartment repainted the next day.

On Saturday,

she sent me a video of her daughters in the apartment,

with their belongings scattered everywhere,

but happy to have a roof over their heads.

Once again,

our Lord had shown us

His goodness and His faithfulness.

As I was praying,

thanking my Father for everything
that had happened over the previous few days,

He showed me this:

He had not allowed the help for Béatrice
to come through her older sister,

because He did not want her to take the glory
for what He was doing.

Furthermore,

that help would have come with a burden for Béatrice,

because she would have had to repay the debt.

In His goodness and His love for Béatrice,

He had decided to close that door.

And what she had considered to be wickedness
on the part of her sister

was actually protection that God had allowed.

After closing that door,

He opened another:

the one He had prepared for her through me.

But it required time

and for every element to fall into place at the right moment,

so that He could reveal to her

the miracle He had been preparing for her for a long time.

It had to happen that the debt I had taken on
would become a concern so that I would pray about it.

It had to happen that God, after my prayer,
would speak to Mr. Poirier and put it on his heart
to have my case reviewed by social security.

It had to happen that Mr. Poirier would contact me
and that together we would request a review.

It had to happen that social security would review my case
and pay me the benefits that were owed to me.

It had to happen that I would repay the debt
I had to my friend Josué.

It had to happen that my integrity would deeply touch Josué
and that he would decide to return the money to me.

It had to happen that I would ask Papa
what He wanted me to do with this money.

It had to happen that Maria would tell me about Béatrice,
because Béatrice herself would never have told me.

It had to happen that I would call Béatrice
so that she herself could tell me how much money she needed.

It had to happen that I would transfer the money to her.

It had to happen that all of this would happen
at the precise moment when Béatrice needed it.

Each of these events had to happen
in a specific order
and at the right moment.

Each one of these events shows us the

Sovereignty,
Majesty,
Power

of our God.

Yes,

truly,

our God is sovereign

and He is in control of everything.

Our God is the greatest conductor!

He orchestrated every event,

from beginning to end,

so that His blessing would reach Béatrice

at the precise moment

He had appointed beforehand.

She received the help she needed
on Tuesday afternoon,

even though she had to have the apartment emptied by Friday.

On Wednesday evening,
she found an apartment.

On Thursday,
the new landlord had the apartment repainted.

On Saturday,
she moved into her new apartment with her daughters,

her heart filled with joy and praise

for the goodness and faithfulness of our God.

Sometimes,
we pray and feel as though God does not see us
or that He does not hear our prayers.

This is a lie from the enemy,

designed to make us doubt

the goodness and faithfulness

of our God and Father.

If God seems to be taking too long

from your perspective,

I simply want to remind you

that He is already at work, 

without you even realizing it,

and that He is orchestrating everything

for His greater glory.

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart,
so that no man can find out the work
that God maketh from the beginning to the end.“
— Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV)

✦ Danielle | Germany ✦

Daniel Didier | Germany

While I thought I was searching for my way,
God had already prepared my path.

← Read Part 1

For a long time, I could not understand why God seemed silent.
Today, I look back and see that He was already preparing
what I could not yet see.

I thought God was taking too Long —
but He was already preparing

Today, when I look back,

I realize how mistaken I was when I thought
God was not paying attention to my situation.

I was impatient.

I wanted the embassy to respond.

I wanted my plans to move forward.

I thought I knew what was best for my future.

But God could see farther than I could.

I wanted Portugal.

God had prepared Germany.

I was looking for a way to leave.

God was preparing a way for me to leave
at exactly the right time.

I thought the delay with my visa was an obstacle.

God was turning it into an instrument.

I thought the war had disrupted my plans.

But God already had a plan
in the middle of that chaos.

And I want to say this with the utmost respect:

Of course, I do not rejoice over the war
or the suffering it caused. Lives were shattered.
Families were separated.
People lost their homes and their loved ones.

But my testimony is simply that of a man
who discovered that God can continue

to accomplish His purposes even in circumstances
we cannot understand.

“And we know that all things work together
for good to them that love God,
to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
— Romans 8:28 (KJV)

I do not claim to understand everything God does.

I do not claim to know all His ways.

But I have learned to trust Him.

Because sometimes
God does not immediately give us what we ask for

because He is preparing something better
than what we asked for.

His plan was already written

Since that time, 

blessings have continued to unfold in my life.

And even today, 

I discover new expressions of His grace.

This testimony could never contain everything

God has done for me since then.

Nor could it tell the story of every person

He has placed along my path,

every door He has opened,

every danger He has protected me from,

and every situation in which I have seen

His hand at work.

When I look back on this story,

one passage from Psalm 37 has taken on
a very special meaning for me:

“Commit thy way unto the Lord;
trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.”
— Psalm 37:5 (KJV)

This is what I have learned:

Trust God,
even when you do not understand His silence.

Trust God,
even when the doors seem closed.

Trust God,
even when the road seems dangerous.

Trust God,
even when your timeline does not match His.

Because God is never late.

He acts at the right time.

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV)

Today, I can look back on that period of my life

and say with certainty:

I thought
I was searching for my way.

In reality, God was already preparing my path.

I thought
I was waiting for an answer.

God was already preparing the next chapter of my story.

I thought
my plan was failing.

But God was simply closing one door
so that I would not miss the one
He had prepared for me.

Do not despair

So, if you are going through a season
of waiting,
doubt,
uncertainty,
or silence,

there is one thing I would like to tell you:

Do not despair.

You may not yet see
what God is doing.

You may not understand
why certain doors remain closed.

You may wonder why
your prayers seem to go unanswered.

But God’s silence is not
His absence.

Keep believing.

Keep praying.

Keep moving forward.

And above all,

commit your way to Him.

Because the One who knows the end from the beginning
knows exactly when, how, and why
everything must happen.

And when His plan unfolds,

we often realize only in hindsight:

What we once called a delay

was actually preparation.

To God alone be all the glory. 

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV)

✦ Daniel Didier | Germany ✦

Danielle | Germany

Imagination or Reality?

There are moments when God comforts us in ways we could never have imagined. For me, that comfort came in a form that was both simple and unexpected: through a little bee named Joy.

A year ago…

almost to the very day,

I experienced the comfort of my Father
in such a supernatural way

that even today I sometimes wonder

whether it was real

or simply the product of my imagination.

But I know that what I experienced was real.

My sister had come to spend a few days with me.

It was a magical stay.

Completely simple,

yet so filled with the presence of our heavenly Father.

During the five days we spent together,

practically all our conversations revolved around Him.

We talked about what God was doing in our lives.

About His creation.

About His wonders.

My heart was filled with joy.

And with gratitude
for those moments spent with my sister.

Because even though we speak to each other
almost every day,

we do not always have the opportunity to see
each other regularly,

since we do not live in the same country.

During her stay,

we spent most of our time in the kitchen.

As my health was declining a little more each day,

I had become unable to prepare meals.

So we were in the kitchen.

She prepared meals to fill my freezer

with dishes that I would only have to reheat later.

And I kept her company.

I talked to her about God.

About the way I was discovering Him

through the books by Dr. Rebecca Brown
that I was reading at that time.

I told her how, through her books,

God was becoming more and more real to me.

As if I were discovering Him in a different way.

As if His presence

were becoming almost tangible.

As our conversations continued,

we eventually began talking about angels.

I also told her about a passage from Dr. Rebecca Brown’s book,
Les Merveilles de Dieu, Volume 1.

in which she recounts a period of her life
when the Lord had allowed her to encounter angels.

During that season,
she describes having several encounters with angels,

including her guardian angel and the archangel Michael.

She says that one of the angels had told her

that angels can ask God

to become the protector of a child from birth,

according to the mission God has intended

for that child in His kingdom.

One day,
while she was talking with the archangel Michael,

a childhood memory came back to her.

When she was five years old,

she had to leave school early because she had chickenpox.

The school was about one kilometre from her home.

At that time,
she had never walked that route home alone,
without being accompanied by her older brother.

So she remained outside the school,
in tears and worried at the thought of having to walk
home alone.

That was when a large black dog,
resembling a Labrador, approached her.

Because she loved animals,
she quickly felt safe and took the dog into her arms.

She remained cuddled up against him for a while,
until she had calmed down.

The dog stayed beside her
and then quietly accompanied her along the way home.

He walked beside her until they reached her house.

Once she arrived, the dog was gone.

Her mother, surprised to see her come home alone

at that time of the afternoon,
asked her what had happened.

She told her about meeting the dog

and about how he had accompanied her all the way home.

Her mother then went outside to try to find the animal,

but she could not find him.

She then told her that she wondered
whether the dog might have been an angel

sent to protect her.

When Rebecca remembered this experience,
she told the archangel Michael about it
and asked him what he thought.

He replied that the dog she had encountered that day
had been him.

And he went on to explain that God knew
that she loved animals
and that she would not be afraid of a dog.

That way, he had been able to accompany
her on the way home

and protect her at that moment.

Rebecca concludes this account by emphasizing
that angels can manifest themselves in a way

that we might never have expected.

That is why the Scriptures say:

“Let brotherly love continue.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
— Hebrews 13:1– 2 (KJV)

I talked to my sister about angels

on the first day we were in the kitchen.

The next day,

we were back in the kitchen,

continuing to cook

and talk about God.

Then…

a bee came into the kitchen.

We tried to get her out.

Without success.

She kept flying back and forth

between the kitchen and the garden.

She came and went as she pleased,

without bothering us.

So we simply left her alone.

On the third day,

the bee came back.

We assumed she was attracted

to the same bottle as the day before.

Because she went straight

to the same place where she had landed the previous day.

I told my sister that it was just too strange.

And she replied jokingly:

“Who knows…
maybe she’s your guardian angel.”

And we burst out laughing.

Because we remembered

the conversation we had had two days earlier

about angels.

The bee came back on the fourth day.

And this time,

my sister said to me seriously:

“She’s your guardian angel!”

I laughed.

And replied:

“That would be so wonderful
if that were really the case.”

On the fifth day…

my sister was leaving that morning.

So we had not opened the windows to air the house,

because I wanted to lie back down after she left.

When she went out of the house,

I went to the window of my bedroom.

I watched her leave.

And suddenly…

a wave of sadness overwhelmed me.

I found myself in a flood of tears.

I closed my window.

And left my room to go to the bathroom.

Still crying,

I told the Lord
how much I wished I could leave my house

to accompany my sister,

at least as far as the train station.

I told Him how much I already missed her,

even though she had only just left my home.

At the same time,

I spoke the Lord’s words of joy,

to fight against this sadness,

so that I would not allow it to swallow me up.

And in the middle of that distress,

as I cried out to my Father,

I heard it.

A buzzing sound.

That familiar buzzing.

I exclaimed:

“My guardian angel!”

And I burst out laughing

in the middle of my tears.

A pure laugh.

I had the feeling

that God was using her to tell me:

“You are not alone.”

I went into the kitchen.

And the bee was there.

That familiar buzzing echoed through the house.

It was the same buzzing

I had heard during the previous four days.

And seeing and hearing that bee

comforted me and reassured me so much.

I stayed sitting in the kitchen for a long time.

Just watching the bee.

And smiling like a fool.

I had such a blissful smile on my face

that it completely contrasted

with the sadness and loneliness

I had felt only moments earlier.

So I decided to call her:

“Joy”

because of the joy

that her simple presence brought me.

Eventually, I opened the door leading onto the balcony

to let her leave,

because I could not keep her
locked inside with me indefinitely.

But after she left,

a question came to my mind:

How had she gotten inside?

All the windows were closed.

The door was too.

Perhaps she simply had not gone outside
the night before?

I did not know.

But the question remained somewhere in the back of my mind.

A few hours later,

after I had prayed and watched my online church service,

since it was Sunday,

I went back into the kitchen.

I opened the windows

and the door leading onto the balcony again.

Then I sat down.

And I prayed.

I asked the Lord

to send Joy to me again,

because I found the house too quiet

and felt lonely.

A few minutes later…

she came.

Buzzing.

And that joy.

That happiness.

That comfort…

Everything I felt when I saw her

was simply extraordinary.

She stayed with me for quite some time.

And we talked.

Lol. 

I talked,

but I do not know whether she answered me,

because I do not understand her language.

When she left,

I did not stop giving thanks to the Lord,

and praising Him.

And I said to Him:

“If I tell people this story,
they will probably think I am crazy.

But I have a particular sensitivity toward Your creation
ever since I started reading Rebecca Brown’s books,

especially Les Merveilles de Dieu, Volumes 1 & 2.

I feel a connection with her,
because I know that You love all Your creation
and all Your creatures.”

Then I asked Him:

“Papa,
did I imagine what I felt?

Was it really You who sent Joy to me?”

I continued by telling Him

that I know He loves to glorify Himself in the little things.

Moreover,
in many places, His Word shows us

how He cares for His creation

and how He interacts with us through it.

The story of Rebecca from her childhood
also came back to my mind.

God had protected her through a dog.

So I thought:

Why would it be impossible
for Him to bring me comfort through a bee?

And so,

bringing comfort through such a small and ordinary bee

may seem so unusual.

And yet…

it is possible.

Supernatural, certainly.

But just as real.

The next day,

after my morning prayer

in which I had asked my Father
to send Joy to me again,

I settled myself in the kitchen

with a cup of tea,

with the windows and door open.

A few minutes later…

Joy arrived.

She continued to bring me

that joy

and that comfort.

The following day,

the same thing happened again.

It had become clear to me

that it was not a coincidence.

And that Joy came every morning

in response to my prayer.

I believed that it was my heavenly Father

who was sending Joy to me every day.

But there was this voice inside me telling me

that it was only my imagination,

that I was making things up,

and so on.

Then that night…

Papa gave me a striking dream.

A dream that left me amazed

and speechless before Him.

His greatness.

His majesty.

His sovereignty.

In that dream,
I saw the Lord Jesus connected

to all of creation

and to every creature.

There were countless luminous threads

extending from Him

and connected to every element

of creation.

His power flowed continuously

from Him into His creation,

into every being He had created.

It was so beautiful.

And breathtaking.

The light surrounding Him

and the luminous radiance entering creation
through the points of connection

had something pure about it.

Something magical.

Something supernatural.

For me,
this dream was simply a confirmation of the conviction

I had been feeling in my heart.

Joy was sent by my Father.

Joy was my guardian angel.

Joy was the answer to my prayer.

Joy was the means my Father
had chosen to bring me comfort.

Joy kept me company every day of that week.

We had our routine.

Every morning,

in my prayer,

I asked my Father to send me Joy.

And after praying,

I would settle myself in my kitchen,

with the windows and door open,

and a cup of tea.

Then,
a few minutes later…

Joy would arrive.

With her familiar buzzing.

And that same joy,

that same comfort

I had felt on the first morning

flooded over me again.

We would talk for a long time.

Even though I did not understand what she was saying. 

But we spent wonderful moments together.

Moments during which

I never stopped thanking God

for this miracle.

Such an incredible,

supernatural miracle. 

“For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth,
visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities,
or powers: all things were created by him, and for him:
And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.“
— Colossians 1:16–17 (KJV)

✦ Danielle | Germany ✦

Daniel Didier | Germany

While I thought I was searching for my way,
God had already prepared my path.

I thought my future depended on an answer that seemed
to take forever. I did not yet know that God was already preparing
every step of my journey.

There are moments in life when we think
God is taking too long to act.

We pray.
We wait.
We become impatient.

And sometimes, 
we even wonder whether He still sees
what we are going through.

I experienced that myself.

At the time, I was living in Ukraine, 
with very few prospects for my future.

I was seriously considering moving to Western Europe.

So I had applied for a tourist visa to Portugal,

intending to remain there after my arrival, 

even if that meant living there without legal status.

I submitted my application in September 2021.

Normally,
the process should have taken no more than three months.

But the weeks went by.

Then the months.

And I still had no answer from the embassy.

I was becoming impatient.

I could not understand why nothing was moving forward.

I thought my future depended on that answer.

And because I did not yet know
what God had already planned for me,

I became frustrated with the situation.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.”
— Isaiah 55:8 (KJV)

I did not know it yet.

But the embassy’s silence did not mean
that God had abandoned me.

Perhaps God was simply making me wait
on a path He had never chosen for me.

When war changed my plans

At the beginning of February 2022,

tensions between Russia and Ukraine intensified.

Then, on February 24, 2022,

war broke out.

Within a few hours, everything changed.

Fear spread through the cities.

People began to flee.

The roads filled with families, women, children,
and people simply trying to save their lives.

Yet I still could not leave.

My passport was still being held
at the Portuguese embassy

in Kyiv.

I knew I absolutely had to get it back.

Without it, crossing a border and seeking refuge

in a neighboring country could have become
extremely difficult.

But traveling to Kyiv under those circumstances
seemed reckless.

The capital was being heavily affected by the war.

Everyone advised me not to go.

The people who could have made the journey
no longer wanted to go there.

And yet, something inside me was different.

I did not feel the fear that these circumstances
should normally have caused.

Instead,
I felt an inexplicable peace and calm.

While searching online for a way to reach Kyiv,

I came across an advertisement from a man
who needed to go there to collect his family.

I contacted him.

And we made the journey together.

Looking back,
I understand that God had already begun preparing my path.

“When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee;
and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee:
when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned;
neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.”
— Isaiah 43:2 (KJV)

I was not out of danger.

But I was not alone.

A Passport Retrieved Under the Air-Raid Sirens

When I arrived in Kyiv, 
I went to the Portuguese embassy.

And that was when I realized just how perfectly
everything had been orchestrated.

The embassy was in the process of closing
for an indefinite period.

It was going to be evacuated because of the war.

But just before it closed,
I was able to retrieve my passport.

Only moments later,
the sirens warning of air attacks began to sound.

Like so many others, 
I found myself seeking refuge in a metro station.

I was holding my passport in my hands.

This document that I had waited months for,

and which I had believed would simply give me
the opportunity to go to Portugal, 

had now become the key
that would allow me to leave war-torn Ukraine.

That day, I understood something:

What I had considered a delay
may have actually been protection.

If my passport had arrived earlier, 

I would probably have left Ukraine for Portugal

and continued with the plan I had made for myself.

But God had another path.

On the Train, Among Tears and Prayers

After spending a short time taking shelter in the metro,
I made my way to the train station.

My goal was simple:

I needed to find a train to Lviv, a city in the west,

near the Polish border.

But the station was packed.

Thousands of people were trying to leave.

Women and children were given priority.

The sound of crying, shouting, prayers, and fear
filled the place.

And yet,
I still do not know how,
but I found myself on a train.

I had no guarantee that I would reach my destination.

The train sometimes had to stop
because of fighting and the military situation.

Many people around me were afraid.

But deep inside,

I had a profound conviction:

Everything will be alright.

I did not know how.

I did not know when.

I did not know what was waiting for me in Lviv.

But I knew that God was with me.

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed;
for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee;
yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”
— Isaiah 41:10 (KJV)

Faith does not mean that we know what is going to happen.

Faith means that we trust
the One who does.

The Miracle at the Border

After reaching Lviv,

I found a sister as well as a few friends.

We rented a vehicle
and headed toward the Polish border.

At that time,
thousands of people were waiting for days
to be able to leave Ukraine.

The border was overwhelmed.

Humanly speaking,
we could have expected a long wait.

But once again,
something happened that we could not explain.

Our small group was able to cross the border

on the very same day,

in its entirety.

Not after several days.

Not after a long wait.

The same day.

To me, this was not simply luck.

It was another manifestation of God’s grace.

“Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh:
is there any thing too hard for me?”
— Jeremiah 32:27 (KJV)

There are doors that we cannot open
by our own strength.

And then, suddenly, they open.

Not because we were stronger than the others,

but because God had already prepared the passage.

Germany — Where God Had Prepared a Family

After crossing the border,

each of us went our own way

toward a European Union country

that was welcoming people fleeing the conflict.

As for me, I chose to go to Germany.

I had a kind family waiting for me,
ready to welcome me, support me, and guide me.

And it was through them
that God continued to write my story.

They accompanied me.

They advised me.

They supported me.

Thanks to their support,

I was able to regularize my situation,

obtain my documents quickly,

find a job,

and make a new start in my life.

I thought I was looking for a future in Europe.

But God had prepared much more than
a simple journey.

He had prepared people.

He had prepared a welcome.

He had prepared a family.

“Two are better than one; because they have a good reward
for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow:
but woe to him that is alone when he falleth;
for he hath not another to help him up.”
— Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 (KJV)

Some people enter our lives
as encounters.

Others enter them
as answers to our prayers.

And some are literally
instruments in the hands of God.

✦ Daniel Didier | Germany ✦

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Danielle | Germany

God was closer than I thought.

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And yet…
in the midst of this inner battle…

the Lord gave me a dream.

A dream so real
that when I woke up,
I struggled to accept
that it had not truly happened.

I saw my mother again.

She was beautiful.

Radiant.
Peaceful.
Filled with joy.

She was dressed in white.

And she seemed to carry a light
that did not belong to this world.

Something pure.
Alive.
Heavenly.

We walked together.

For a long time.

We talked about everything and nothing.
We laughed.

Like before.

As if nothing had ever happened.

As if she had never left.

And for a few moments…

everything felt complete again.

I felt safe.

At home.

As though my heart had finally found again
what it had been missing for so long.

But then…

I woke up.

And the moment I realized
it had only been a dream…

something inside me collapsed all over again.

Reality hit me with brutal force.

She was gone.

And that emptiness…

felt even greater than before.

I cried.

Deeply.

Like someone
exhausted down to the soul.

Like someone
who no longer knew how to carry
such unbearable pain.

But without even realizing it…

something had begun to change inside me.

Not suddenly.

Not dramatically.

Gently.

Very gently.

As if God had begun rebuilding,
in silence,
the broken pieces of my heart.

The anger that had lived inside me
for so long
slowly began to lose its strength.

And underneath that anger…

there was still something else.

An immense sadness.
A deep ache.
A loneliness difficult to explain.

But also…

the first signs
of inner healing.

One day,
in the middle of my distress,

the Holy Spirit reminded me
of a phrase my mother used to repeat to me:

“In loneliness,
you are never truly alone.”

And while I reflected on those words…

I heard deep within my heart
a gentle voice.

A voice filled with peace.

“I am here.”

Only three words.

But those three words
touched something inside me
that had been closed for a very long time.

And for the first time…

I understood what my mother
had been trying to teach me
all those years.

That even when I cannot feel Him…

God is there.

That His presence does not depend
on what I feel or see.

And that day…

I cried differently.

Not only because of pain.

But because in the middle of my tears…

something inside me
was finally beginning to heal.

A year later,
the Lord allowed us
to finally organize
an official funeral for my mother.

Because of the lockdown,
it had not been possible sooner.

I returned there
for several days.

And honestly…

even today,
I still do not know
how we managed to organize everything.

The Lord opened doors for us
in incredible ways.

The resources.
The organization.
The paperwork.

He provided for everything.

And while I was there,
I was running everywhere.

I wanted everything to be perfect
to honor my mother
one last time.

But despite all the chaos…

God continued His work inside me.

Gently.

Silently.

And during that season…

I managed to write a message
for my mother.

One final tribute.

A few lines
that came from the deepest part of my heart.

“Dear Mom,

I always believed
you left far too soon.

But with time,
I came to understand
that our perception of time is so limited.

There is no measure capable
of truly grasping its value.

All we can do
is live the life the Lord has given us
in a way that pleases Him,
and find favor in His eyes.

And I am convinced, my precious mother,
that YOU found favor
in our Lord Jesus Christ’s eyes.

And for that reason,
He called you back to Him
so that you would remain with Him forever.

We miss you deeply, Mom.

But as Saint Augustine once said so beautifully:

“You are not far away…
just on the other side of the road.”

Your loving daughter,
Danielle.”

But after the funeral…

something collapsed inside me again.

All that time,
I had been busy.

Organizing.
Managing.
Serving others.

I had never truly taken the time
to feel.

And when everything stopped…

the pain came rushing back all at once.

Like a wave impossible to hold back.

I cried every day.

Sometimes for hours.

A deep pain.

Burning.

As if I had only just learned
that my mother was gone.

And despite all the comfort
God had already begun pouring into me…

a part of me
was still fighting.

I remembered everything He had shown me.

His goodness.
His love.
His presence.

But sometimes…

nothing seemed able to calm the pain.

And one morning, during prayer…

God brought back a memory.

With overwhelming clarity.

As though I were reliving the entire scene.

I was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

We were all gathered in the living room
when my father told us
that my mother needed to be hospitalized.

He tried to reassure us.

He said it was only for tests.

But something inside me
was already afraid.

The next day,
I went to the clinic.

And the farther I walked through the hallways…

the more a strange fear
rose inside me.

Then I saw my family.

My aunts.
My grandmothers.

And I understood
that something was wrong.

I started running
toward my mother’s room.

The door was slightly open.

And there…

I saw my father crying.

Before that day,
I had almost never seen him cry.

And in that instant…

something inside me completely collapsed.

Because his tears
could only mean one thing:

I was losing my mother.

When I entered the room…

she was lying there,
connected to several machines.

So pale.

I took her hand.

It was ice cold.

I wanted to believe
everything would still be okay.

Then suddenly…

the machines began to sound alarms.

The doctors rushed in.

And we were forced out of the room.

That night…

I cried out to God.

I begged Him to save my mother.

To heal her.

I prayed with everything I had inside me.

And a few hours later…

a friend of my mother came to get me.

She brought me back to see her.

And this time…

my mother was doing better.

She looked at me.

She squeezed my hand.

And she simply said:

“It’s going to be okay.”

Those words calmed me.

And through all those years…

I had never fully realized
what had truly happened that night.

Then one day in prayer…

while I was telling the Lord
how much I missed her…

that gentle voice returned.

And He said to me:

“I know.
I gave you twenty years.”

When I heard those words…

something inside me stopped.

All those years,
I had only looked
at what I had lost.

But God…

showed me everything
He had given me.

He could have called her home
twenty years earlier.

But in answer to the prayer
of a teenage girl…

He had given me
twenty more years with my mother.

And suddenly…

my tears changed.

They were still there.

The pain too.

The absence too.

But in the middle of that pain…

a deep gratitude
began to grow inside me.

I was no longer looking only
at her departure.

I was finally looking
at everything God had allowed me
to live with her.

Every laugh.
Every conversation.
Every piece of advice.
Every simple moment of everyday life.

All of it…

was grace.

And little by little…

God changed the way I saw everything.

Even today,
I still miss my mother.

Some days are harder than others.

Moments when I still wish
I could call her.
Talk to her.
Share something with her.

And sometimes…

the ache still hurts deeply.

But now…

I no longer walk through this pain alone.

Because in the middle of this valley…

God revealed Himself to me
in a way I never would have known otherwise.

He taught me
that He is close
to the brokenhearted.

And even today…

in moments of loneliness…

I still softly hear these words:

“In loneliness,
you are never truly alone.”

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart;
and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.“
— Psalm 34:18 (KJV)

✦ Danielle | Germany ✦

Mauricette | Spain

A simple act. An answered prayer. God’s perfect timing.

Sometimes, what we consider a simple gesture…
is actually the answer to someone else’s prayer.

That day,
I was driving home.

It was late in the morning.

I was tired.

I was looking forward
to finally getting home.

Outside, the heat was overwhelming.

Even with the air conditioning on,
I could still feel the 40-degree heat.

I simply wanted to get home.

But suddenly,
I noticed a woman from my neighborhood.

She was walking along the side of the road,
heading in the same direction as me.

And at that exact moment…

I heard this gentle voice in my heart:

“Stop.
Offer her a ride.”

But immediately,
other thoughts came:

She will probably refuse…

You are tired…

You are in a hurry…

Just keep driving…

For a few seconds,
a real battle took place within me.

Then I made a decision.

I would obey.

I stopped.

I called out to her.

And I offered her
to get into the car.

To my surprise,
she accepted immediately.

As soon as she sat down in the car,
she began praising God.

Again.

And again.

She said:

“God exists!
God hears prayers!
God still performs miracles today!”

Throughout the entire drive,
she did not stop thanking the Lord.

I still did not understand why.

Then she told me her story.

Before leaving her house,
she had entrusted her situation to the Lord.

She had told Him
that she was exhausted.

That she did not know
how she would manage
to walk such a long distance in that heat…

or climb the steep hill
that led back to her home.

So she simply placed the situation
into God’s hands.

She prayed.

And she waited.

Then God answered her…

by sending someone across her path.

As I listened to her,
my heart was deeply touched.

What was only a small stop for me…

was a direct answer
to a prayer for her.

I thought
I was simply helping someone.

But God was doing something
much greater.

When I arrived back home,
the Holy Spirit reminded me of a truth:

“Our obedience, even in the smallest things,
opens the door for God to move.”

And I asked myself:

How many blessings do we miss
because we ignore that gentle voice?

How many miracles could be born…

from one simple act of obedience?

God is alive.

He is still working today.

He hears the prayers of His children.

And sometimes,
He simply chooses ordinary people…

who are willing to say to Him:

“Yes Lord, I am listening.”

Even today,
I thank God
for allowing me to be an instrument in His hands.

My prayer is
that He always keeps my heart sensitive
to His voice.

So that whenever He desires,
He can use me
to bless someone.

Let us never forget:

God’s miracles do not only happen
in the big moments.

Sometimes…
they begin with a simple decision.

A small gesture.

A moment of obedience.

Because a heart
that listens to God…

can become the answer to someone’s prayer.

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying,
Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Then said I, Here am I; send me.“
— Isaiah 6:8  (KJV)

✦ Mauricette | Spain ✦

Danielle | Germany

When God’s protection is stronger than death.

That day, we should have died.
And yet…
God was already there before the very first impact.

This story happened about twenty years ago.

At that time,
I was studying medicine in Madagascar.

During that season of my life,
I met a young woman who lived in a Christian community
in the city of Antsirabe.

One day,
she invited me to spend a few days with her community.

After our stay there,
we planned to return together to Antananarivo,
where I was living at the time.

She needed to pick up several sisters from the airport.

So we set off in a minibus.

A driver from the community was at the wheel.

My friend and I were sitting in the back,
talking peacefully together.

It was a rainy day.

The sky was gray,
and the road was wet and slippery.

But suddenly,
a strange feeling came over me.

Like a strange déjà vu.

Like a warning.

For a moment,
I felt as if I already knew what was about to happen.

Everything inside me became restless.

Then I suddenly said to my friend:

“Be careful…
we are going to have an accident.”

At that exact moment,
instinctively,
I pulled her down between the seats.

Only seconds later, it happened.

The driver lost control.

The minibus began to skid,
rolled over several times,
and finally crashed down a ravine beside the road.

Everything happened so fast.

The noise.
The chaos.
The shattered glass.
The screams.

Then silence.

Still in shock,
we tried to understand what had just happened.

People came running to help us out of the vehicle.

We were trembling.

Everyone was trying to see
whether anyone had been seriously injured.

But to our complete astonishment,
we had only minor injuries.

A few scratches.
A sore arm here and there.
I myself had lightly hit my head.

Nothing more.

Later,
when we saw the vehicle,
we stood there speechless.

The minibus was completely destroyed.

Crushed.
Twisted.
Almost unrecognizable.

We looked at one another,
unable to grasp

how anyone could possibly have survived such an accident.

And even less,

how we had come out of it almost unharmed.

Deep in my heart, I knew:

This was not mere chance.

After everything had been taken care of,
we continued our journey by public bus.

My friend insisted that I should have my head examined.

But I reassured her and explained
that my roommates were doctors
and could check on me later.

Only once I was alone again in my room did the full weight
of what had happened fall upon me.

I sank to the floor.

Curled up in the corner of my room,
I began to tremble and cry.

Not out of fear.

But because I suddenly realized
what had just happened.

God had protected us.

In the middle of the chaos.
In the face of death.
In the accident itself.

His hand had been over us.

No one should have walked away alive
from a vehicle in such a condition.

And yet,
by the grace of God,
we were still alive.

At that moment,
there was only one thing left for me to do:

To thank God with all my heart.

For I now knew:
God had been our refuge and our fortress.

“For he shall give his angels charge over thee,
to keep thee in all thy ways.“
— Psalm 91:11 (KJV)

✦ Danielle | Germany ✦

Brenda | Germany

As everything around me seemed to fall apart,
the Lord gently wiped away my tears.

In 2022, my mother —
may she rest in peace —
suffered an ischemic stroke.

For nearly a month,
our lives revolved around hospital corridors,
medical examinations,
and endless bills that seemed impossible to pay.

Day after day,
my strength began to fade.

Physically.

Emotionally.

Financially.

Every night before falling asleep,
I kept repeating the words of Psalm 27:14:

“Wait on the Lord:
be of good courage,
and He shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord.”
— Psalm 27:14 (KJV)

That prayer became my refuge.

Deep inside,
I could feel my strength slowly slipping away.

Then came the day
when we thought my mother’s condition was finally improving.

But to my horror,
I noticed that her legs had become swollen
and bluish in color.

After examining her,
the doctor suspected thrombosis.

A Doppler ultrasound examination had to be done urgently
to confirm the diagnosis.

But when I arrived at the cashier
and heard the cost of the examination,
something inside me collapsed.

I barely had any money left.

I stood there
in front of the cashier,
unable to hold back my tears.

I cried uncontrollably.

I felt overwhelmed by everything.

By the pain.

By the fear.

By this burden
that had become too heavy
for my young shoulders to carry.

In that moment of distress,
I cried out to the Lord.

I said:

“Lord…
do You not see
that I am too young
to carry such a burden?”

Then I simply asked Him
to calm my heart
and give me the strength to keep going.

And at that very moment,

God intervened.

The cashier —
a woman in her fifties —
gently called me over and said:

“My daughter,
I do not know the trials you are going through…
but seeing you cry
touched the heart of the mother in me.

My sister is the head doctor in radiology.
I will call her for you.”

A few moments later,
thanks to this woman
whom God had placed on our path,
we were able to do the examination at almost no cost.

That day,
in the middle of my weakness,
the Lord reminded me of a truth:

God never abandons His children.

In my distress,
I lifted my eyes to the Lord,
and He sent me help.

As written in Psalm 121:

“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.”
— Psalm 121:1–2 (KJV)

A few months later,
I lost my mother.

The pain of that loss
still remains in my heart today.

But despite this trial,
I will never forget that moment.

That moment
when God once again

showed Himself faithful.

That moment
when He cared for me
through the love and compassion of a stranger —

a woman whom I still consider an angel to this day.

Even today,
I can still testify to this truth:

The Lord never abandons His children.

“Wait on the Lord: be of good courage,
and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.”
— Psalm 27:14 (KJV)

✦ Brenda | Germany ✦

Mauricette | Spain

When God closes one door to open a greater blessing.

II believed everything depended on our own efforts.
But God wanted to show me that
it was He who had been taking care of us from the very beginning.

When I arrived in Toledo, Spain,
I carried a deep desire in my heart:

To work the land.

To grow organic vegetables
to feed my community.

Soon afterward, God allowed someone
to lend us a piece of land.

My heart was filled with joy.

With excitement,
we sowed, planted, watered,
and worked the soil day after day.

And little by little,

life began to grow.

Tomatoes.
Lettuce.
Zucchinis.

The harvests became abundant.

I looked at that garden with pride.

Deep inside,

I believed those results came mostly
from our own efforts.

From our hard work.

From what we had built ourselves.

Then one day,

completely out of nowhere,

the owner took the land back.

Everything stopped suddenly.

My heart broke.

I did not understand.

Why had God allowed us
to experience such joy,
only to take it away again?

For a long time,

my heart remained trapped

in sadness,

in confusion,

and in complaint.

But without me realizing it,

God was already at work.

Every weekend,

a fruit and vegetable seller
generously gave us
his unsold produce,

still fresh and in good condition.

And every single time,

we received exactly
what we needed.

Sometimes even more.

Yet my thoughts remained fixed
on the garden we had lost.

I still could not see

that God was taking care of us
in a far greater way

than anything we could have produced
through our own strength.

Then one day,
in the middle of a conversation,

the Word of God
deeply touched my heart:

“Look at the birds of the air;
they do not sow or reap…
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.”
— Matthew 6:26

At that moment,

something opened inside me.

I suddenly understood

that from the very beginning,

it had been God Himself
providing for our needs.

Not because of our efforts.

Not because of our merits.

But only because of His grace
and His faithfulness.

That revelation shook my heart deeply.

I began to cry.

Tears of gratitude.

Tears of joy.

Where I saw loss,

God was already preparing
a greater blessing.

Where I thought we had been abandoned,

He was already caring for us
with love.

And the Lord did not stop there.

Some time later,

another owner
offered us a new garden.

An even better one.

The soil had already been prepared.

The garden was already ready.

And someone was even taking care
of watering the garden
and watching over the crops.

As I look back on this journey today,

I can testify to one thing:

God is faithful.

He knows exactly
what we need

even before we ask Him.

Sometimes,

He closes one door
to lead us toward an even greater blessing.

Today, I give thanks to the Lord,

because He never stops
providing for our needs —

far beyond

anything we could hope
or imagine.

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not,
neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?“
— Matthew 6:26 (KJV)

✦ Mauricette | Spain ✦