Kindred with the Eternal
August 5, 2024 The same dove from earlier this week landed right in front of me. Its soft tan feathers shimmered as it perched quietly, unbothered by my presence. We sat there, two beings simply existing in the same moment. It didn’t flinch or flee; it just stayed. As if it were delivering a message—unspoken but unmistakable. I thought about signs. You either believe in them, or you don’t. If you believe, you understand that they’re God’s way of speaking. If you don’t, all of this probably sounds absurd. That’s okay. Science thrives in the space of possibilities, just as faith does. My experiences compel me to share these signs, even though I know they aren’t all meant for me. They’re for you, too. When I started writing, a voice echoed in my mind. It wasn’t external, yet it felt like someone else’s thought imprinted on mine: “He’s performing the prophecy.” Over and over, the phrase repeated. I don’t know what prophecy, but everything I’ve witnessed aligns with something beyond coincid...