“I turned another year older today… and spent it holding a stranger’s hand while they took their last breath.”

Because somewhere along the way, I learned that real love isn’t loud or celebrated—it’s quiet, steady, and given even when no one sees.

So on my birthday, I’m not asking for anything for myself. I’m asking the Lord to bless every person reading this right now… to wrap you in His peace, strengthen your weary places, and remind you that you are deeply loved.

If you’re hurting tonight, know this: God sees you. And so do I.

Happy birthday to me, I guess… but mostly, may God bless you.