Many of us didn’t find God in a cathedral or under a choir robe.
We found Him in the wreckage.
In the sleepless nights, in the hospital corridors, in the places where no human dares to go nor stay.
We found Him in the middle of the storm—
and discovered that He was already there.
💔 God in the Hard Places
Some people meet God through songs and sunshine.
Others meet Him in the ash, the ruin, the dark night of the soul.
Crisis strips away everything false.
It leaves only what is real.
And what remains—what always remains—is God.
He sits with the brokenhearted.
He doesn’t rush your healing.
He waits, quietly, in the very places others abandon.
That’s how many of us come to faith:
Not through sermons, but through survival.
Not through ritual, but through rescue.
🌿 Adoption into Grace
For most of us, how we found Him matters none.
We are like children who were adopted—not born into this family by blood, but gathered by mercy.
Love doesn’t ask for proof of where you came from.
It simply says, “You’re home now.”
God’s heart has room for every story, every path that led you here.
Even if your first steps toward Him were trembling, confused, or angry—it’s okay.
The Father who welcomes prodigals doesn’t check for clean shoes at the door.
🕊️ Healing That Stays
Crisis may have been the doorway,
but healing is the home.
God remains for the long work—
the slow mending of memory, the restoration of hope.
He walks with us through what others turn away from.
He stays where the pain lives, until the peace returns.
💬 Reflection
Where did you first really meet God—not by tradition, but by experience?
How has He stayed with you through healing?
What would it mean to rest in being “adopted” by love rather than trying to earn belonging?
💖 Affirmation
I am found, not by chance, but by grace.
God met me where no one else could stay—
and He remains.
