A Sacred Call
April 12, 2024 The morning was quiet, the kind of silence that feels sacred, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was early, the sun stretching its golden arms across the horizon, when God’s voice came to me with unmistakable clarity: "Go to the park." There was no hesitation, no questioning—I simply obeyed, knowing there was a reason, even if it wasn’t yet clear. When I arrived, the familiar sights and smells of the park greeted me. I let my feet wander the well-worn path, feeling an inexplicable sense of anticipation. As I turned the corner of the trail, my steps faltered. There, in the open field, a flock of geese gathered on the grass. They were still, yet full of presence, their dark forms contrasted sharply against the bright green backdrop of the dew-soaked lawn. My heart stirred as I realized: This was why God had called me here. It wasn’t a random whim—it was a purposeful summons. The geese stood as a symbol, though the meaning was not immedi...