I’ve always believed that God works in mysterious ways, but sometimes, I think He can be playfully romantic in the way He guides us. It’s as if He’s always with us, offering subtle hints and messages when we need them most, often in ways we wouldn’t expect.
We tend to imagine divine intervention as something serious, a grand gesture or a dramatic moment, but sometimes it’s just a small, gentle reminder that He’s there, nudging us toward something better. That day, I learned just how true this was.
I was mindlessly scrolling through IG Reels that day while waiting for my coffee at my favorite local café. Almost every Sunday, after my power walk, I like to sit and enjoy my morning with a hot cappuccino. But that day felt different.
I wasn’t in the mood for coffee or anything else. I just wanted to go home and call it a day.
I didn’t feel energized or tired, even after walking more than 8,000 steps. Actually, to be honest, I didn’t feel much of anything. My mind was wandering everywhere, weighed down by the heaviness from the night before, still lingering into the morning. Clearly, the power walk in nature wasn’t doing its usual magic.
