This is a piece of a project I am working on. Somewhat ambiguous and incomplete, but I share anyway to generate movement: Looking back I see that God planned for moments.  It must mean He cares.  He designs with intentionality, for me.  I see Him in the names of my children. I can see how names are powerful, carving, etching unique life into the story.  They leave an impact. They pave a new road in my mind.  They change the scenery and teach me how to think, even how to see.  Somehow when I look back I can realize in a new way what was Him and what was me.  Why is it so easy to recall the ‘me’ of the story?  How did I miss all that was Him?   The Bible invites me to seek, but where do I look?  What does He look like?   What does it even mean to find God?  Is this a game of hide and seek, meant to be tricky? I still can’t see Him.  Unfortunately, it isn’t a one and done search.   My story makes God visible so I’ve learned to find Him there. Every detail reveals ways to find Him. I ponde