August 27, 2024 The house was quiet, the world asleep, but something within me stirred. Hours earlier, I had seen a message — “A blessing will find you.” Those words clung to my mind like mist, impossible to shake. So I stepped outside, drawn by a force I couldn’t quite name.


The cool night air wrapped around me as I opened the door. The sky stretched endlessly above, painted in velvet black, freckled with stars that always seemed to whisper if you paid close enough attention. I do this often—star gazing by night, sun gazing by day. Both speak, if you’re willing to listen. But this night—the stars didn’t just whisper—they spoke clearly.


I tilted my head upward, eyes scanning the horizon, when I noticed the moon glowing softly against the ink of space. But something was different. As my gaze adjusted, I saw them—three stars arranged perfectly beneath the moon. Their formation stopped me cold.


They sat in flawless alignment: the moon crowned the top, beneath it a solitary star glowing faintly. Between them, two stars mirrored each other, spread precisely opposite, the same distance apart—a geometric signature etched across the heavens. From one angle, it resembled a cross—the moon, like the head watching over the structure. From another, it appeared as a diamond, perfectly proportioned, carved by light itself.


August 28, 2024 The morning greeted me with heaviness pressing against my chest. It wasn’t physical—it was that ache, that quiet alarm from within—the uneasy sense that something loomed nearby. I tried to dismiss it, tucked it beneath routine as I went about my day.


Returning from visiting my children, I felt light—hopeful even, music pouring from the car speakers, my spirit riding the rhythm. Then, out of nowhere, it happened—the crash. Metal twisted, tires screamed, glass fractured. And yet, when the chaos settled, I stood—shaken, but alive.


The image from the night before flashed in my mind—the cross of stars beneath the moon. Was this connected? A warning? A blessing in disguise? Or both? God knows long before we do. Walking away from the wreckage felt like a blessing wrapped in divine mystery.


God speaks, in stars, in signs, in quiet urgings. The real question is… are you listening?

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