Lov Ya!

They come quiet as breath, or loud as thunder’s cry, miracles wrapped in morning light or hidden in a tearful sigh.

A child’s laugh, a stranger’s hand, a door that opens when all seemed shut, grace doesn’t always shout, sometimes it whispers, “Hold on, trust.”

Embrace it, even when weary, even when the road feels long. Miracles walk beside you, like a shadow singing strong.

They bloom in broken places, in ashes, in the ache, proof that heaven still moves for every soul it wakes.

So, Lov Ya, dear one, for the faith you carry through, your heart is a lantern, and miracles dance in you. Embrace it!
© Susan Ruth Robertson 92561/1028/2025

Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”