“God often shows up dressed as dust, dishes, and delays.”
You prayed for a sign — and then ignored the stranger who smiled at you on the train.
You asked for peace — and then rushed through your coffee, your morning, your breath.
It’s not that the sacred isn’t answering. It’s that it arrives in disguise.
It looks like inconvenience. Like pause. Like the long line that gave you a moment to breathe.
Divinity is not hiding. It’s just unrecognizable to the ego. It doesn’t shout. It whispers.
Today, look again. That delay might be a doorway. That stranger might be a mirror. That task might be an altar in plain clothes.
The divine wears everything.
Think of something ordinary — even frustrating — from your day. Close your eyes. Ask: 'What sacredness might this contain?' Wait in silence. Let the answer come gently.
Take one moment today that feels annoying or mundane. Whisper to it: 'I see you, disguised divine.' Then engage it with reverence. See what happens.
Mara C. “I started blessing every delay. Every red light. Every sink full of dishes. Suddenly, I wasn’t annoyed anymore — I was grateful.”
Heaven isn’t elsewhere — it’s hidden in plain sight.