There is no such thing as coincidence.
One of the sayings I quote most is: “Eventually, everything connects.”
It’s indescribable—the moment you realize that. When the why’ s and the ways of the world finally collide. Confusion evaporates, and understanding settles in. It’s clear that prayer was answered, that you’re in the middle of a cannon event.
I’ve found myself in that space. A space I prayed for that I didn’t even know I was entering at the time. Honestly, a space that took me a minute to recognize for what it is—and to allow myself to flow into.
I genuinely believe that human connection is what makes our world go round. All connection doesn’t have to be romantic, doesn’t have to last forever. It’s not always grand. Sometimes it comes in calm. Sometimes it just flows with you.
I’m not a full believer in love at first sight. It definitely wasn’t that. However, it was connection at first conversation.
A conversation I was oblivious to, I might say—no intention, just being in it. A meeting that you can’t deny was God’s way.
It’s funny how He does things. How we’re at the beginning of something great—meeting our prayers and not even realizing it.
Don’t get me wrong—this is not about love, or lust, or feelings. This is about how I’ve been writing articles for weeks, spilling poetry, daydreaming for this very thing I now have. A connection that aligns with my belifs, we have conversations about all the things I talk about on here.
I have felt a genuineness I haven’t in a long time. A security that does not waver. A mirror of myself. A reminder of my light. A glimpse at my dark.
A connection that ebbs and flows naturally through talking, learning, and growing.
It is a special thing to have in 2025.
The intellect that flows. How much knowledge I absorb—we absorb.
Some things are just too divine to be anything else but Him.
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I’ve come to realize that timing isn’t random—it’s deeply intentional. Every moment, every crossing of paths, feels orchestrated in a way that only makes sense in hindsight. We don’t meet people by accident. Even the quietest connection, the briefest encounter, can carry a weight that shifts something in us. It might not be about forever. It might not be about staying. But it’s always about seeing. About learning. About being reminded of who we are, or even who we’re becoming.
Connection is one of God’s most mysterious languages. It doesn’t always come dressed in fireworks or clear direction—sometimes it’s soft, barely noticeable at first. But it sticks. It teaches. Whether it’s end game or just a chapter, there’s purpose in it. There’s always a message woven in the experience if you’re willing to listen. And I’m listening. I’m seeing how even the people we least expect are placed in our path for a reason: to reflect something back to us, to stir growth, to light up something we thought had dimmed.
These connections leave prints on our lives. Whether they stay for a season or a lifetime, they shape how we show up today, how we grow into tomorrow, and what we carry with us forever. That’s the beauty of it all—nothing is wasted. Everything matters. Every moment echoes.
