The Quiet Way Stories Find Us

(On faith, kindness, and the moments that stay Sometimes they slip in quietly)

through a comment left at just the right moment,

a message from someone you’ve never met,

or a pause in your day when you didn’t realize you needed one.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately.

About how stories seem to find us when we’re ready—

not when everything is perfect,

but when our hearts are open enough to receive them.

As a writer, I often sit with the idea that stories aren’t really ours to control.

We tend them.

We listen.

We share them when they’re ready.

And then, somehow, they go on to meet someone else

exactly where they are.

What continues to humble me is how often readers tell me

that a story met them during a hard season,

or brought comfort when words were hard to find,

or reminded them that they were not alone.

Those moments feel sacred to me.

They remind me that kindness doesn’t have to be grand.

That faith often shows up quietly.

That God works through small offerings—

a story, a song, a shared reflection—

and uses them in ways we may never fully see.

I believe stories are one of the gentle ways God reaches us.

They soften the noise.

They invite us to pause.

They remind us of what matters.

And maybe that’s why they stay.

Not because they demand attention,

but because they whisper truth,

and truth has a way of settling deep in the heart.

A Closing Prayer

Lord,

Thank You for the quiet ways You speak to us.

Through stories, through kindness, through moments we almost miss.

Thank You for every reader, every listener,

and every heart that takes time to pause and receive.

May the words shared here bring comfort,

gentle encouragement,

and a reminder of Your constant presence.

Help us to notice the small things—

the stories that find us,

the grace that meets us,

and the love that carries us through.

Amen. 🤍