We love signs — miracles, coincidences, divine hints.
But what if the signs were never hiding? What if we just weren’t paying attention?
This post will bridge faith and awareness — showing readers that meditation sharpened your sensitivity to life itself. You’ll talk about learning to “see God” in the ordinary: a breeze, a child’s laughter, a random act of kindness.
For most of my life, I prayed for signs. “God, if this is what You want, show me something.” A light. A voice. A verse that jumps off the page. I wanted proof before I trusted. And I got good at mistaking silence for absence. But one day, I caught myself asking for a sign while standing in the middle of everything I once prayed for — breath in my lungs, a roof over my head, peace in my chest. That’s when it hit me: maybe the signs were never missing. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention.
We’re trained to look for fireworks — big, loud, supernatural gestures. But what if the divine prefers whispers? What if the miracle is the sunrise you keep ignoring? What if the voice of God sounds like your own intuition, steady and soft, saying “You already know”? When I started meditating, I stopped waiting for the sky to crack open. Instead, I started noticing the rhythm of my breath, the patterns in my thoughts, the small coincidences that stitched my days together.
Now, I see signs everywhere. Not because I asked harder, but because I learned to look softer. The person who crossed my path at the right time. The message I needed showing up in a stranger’s words. The peace that arrives without explanation. These moments used to pass me by, buried under my hunger for something grander. But awareness turned my whole life into scripture — every moment, a verse.
So no, I don’t pray for signs anymore. I pray for sight — for the clarity to recognize what’s already in front of me. God isn’t hiding. Life isn’t withholding. The sacred doesn’t shout; it simply waits for you to notice.