Somewhere behind you, there is a version of yourself who desperately wanted what you now take for granted. The ordinary Sunday. The people still here. The chance to begin again. We spend so much of life reaching forward that we forget to receive what has already arrived. And what has arrived is not nothing. It is everything you once asked for, dressed in the ordinary clothes of a regular day. Look around today with honest eyes. You are already living inside someone's answered prayer. Yours.