Each time I open Instagram, I receive a message.
Not just any message — one for me.
I don’t go searching. I don’t scroll endlessly. I just open the app, and there it is.
Someone crying. Someone trembling. Someone boldly declaring that my breakthrough is near.
That I must hang in there. That God has not forgotten me.
And you know what? I believe them.
Because the consistency of these messages is no longer coincidence.
It’s choreography — divine choreography.
A Spirit-fed stream, not an algorithm. Not a fluke. A pattern. A promise.
Just this morning, I stood holding mushrooms in the store. The price said R379.
And something in me whispered: What is R370 to God?
Jehovah El Shaddai-The Lord Almighty. The One who made oceans, galaxies, and time itself —
You think money is going to limit Him?
No. Not when Isaiah 41:10 says: “Do not be afraid, for I am with you… I will strengthen you and help you.”
And verse 13: “For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand…”
That’s not poetic. That’s personal, I thought, and added the bottle of powdered Reishi mushrooms to my trolley.
Yesterday, I went to pick loquats from my tree in my back yard.
Some were ripened to a deep, honey-yellow glow.
As I turned to leave, a single green leaf fluttered from the tree and landed gently on my shoulder.
I took it. I smiled. I tucked it into my Bible.
Because I knew — this is my reminder whenever I feel lack or inadequate: I am surrounded by abundance.
After returning from Harties (where I purchase honey), I saw a municipal bill on the ground. The injustice one. The one which used to irritate me.
After I’d settled down, I opened IG — and once more, the message met me: “That thing you’re going through — that very thing — God is dealing with it.” I smiled and pondered; how can this not be Spirit speaking directly to me, to my situation?
Over and over, Spirit has shown me:
I Am seen.
I Am held.
I Am not alone.
And it’s not just Instagram.
It’s everywhere.
I’ve been finding coins in random places.
Little white feathers waiting by my kitchen door.
Butterflies dancing into view — one greeted me as I drove into my yard after Harties. Another — a bright green one — circled around me just yesterday.
And every night, I dream.
The dreams are still cryptic at times, but they are telling, directional, pointing.
Not chaos. Guidance.
Something in me has shifted.
I no longer need fire from the sky or a booming voice to prove God is with me.
I already know it.
I live in the knowing now.
I live in Certainty. I’m still a work in progress, but I’m listening. I’m seeing. I’m hearing. I’m being led.
This is my reminder:
Even in the waiting, God is working.
My spirit is being taught.
My life is unfolding.
I am guided, provided for, and protected — by the One who commands the winds and catches leaves mid-air.
REFLECTION:
Look around you. What have you been overlooking?
Is there a feather at your door? A coin underfoot? A whisper in your heart?
Sometimes, the sign isn’t the miracle.
Sometimes, the sign is that you’re already in it.
🌸Coming Soon: My Vow of Silence – A Spiritual Journal
I’m humbled to share that a journal is on the way.
It’s called My Vow of Silence — a 40-day journey of spiritual stillness, healing, and holy reconnection.
It’s designed to help you sit with God, hear more clearly, and return home to yourself.
Stay close. It’s nearly ready. 🕊️✨
💌 Need someone to talk to?
If this post spoke to your heart or echoed your own walk with God, I warmly invite you to reach out.
You can leave a comment below or email me directly at books@eugenemarillier.com
I’d be honoured to listen, pray with you, or simply hold space for you.
Please note: I respond personally when I can, but even if I can’t reply immediately, I’m holding space and praying for those who reach out. 🕊️
With love always,
Eugene Marillier 🕊️🌿
