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I see God everyday

I see God everyday. Today, I saw him when my warden, got chicken briyani for everyone on the occasion of Easter, I saw him when my UG college professor said to me "Text when you are feeling low. You are still in my class". I saw him last night at church, when a man offered to buy us candles because the store didn't have google pay and we didn't have cash. I saw him whenever my roommate woke me up to ensure I got my food. I saw him when my friend and roommate who went home for holidays called me to check if I had my food. I saw him when a man stopped his car to let me cross, I saw him when my friends won't allow me to walk back to the hostel by myself after college. I saw him when my siblings randomly called me and said, I am ordering something for you, pick it up. I saw him when my friend's mother said, you are always in my prayers.


The funny part is, he kept showing up all along; ever since my existence and even before. I can trace his presence back to as long as I have memory. Uptil now, I was aware of him working every tiny bit and detail in my life. But I felt his true presence (the one that gives you goosebumps) in the church, during adoration, or when I was praying the rosary. I believed that I could see him only in those big moments. What I forgot is that the very existence of Jesus in the world happened in the most ordinary way, in a small stable amongst animals.


I forgot the very first thing my parents had taught me about God, "God is everywhere". I believed it as a kid, and somehow forgot to look for God in other places. In other people.


Wishing everyone a blessed Easter ✨



- Alloysha Dias 



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