Have you ever had your whole day planned—like, color-coded calendar, to-do list on point, outfit matching the vibe—and then God just... interrupts it? Not with a whisper, not with a gentle nudge, but with a holy plot twist that leaves you blinking at the ceiling like, "Wait... what just happened?"
Yeah. Me too.
I used to think divine interruptions were punishments. Like maybe I didn’t pray enough, or plan well enough, or drink enough water (I mean, hydration is biblical, right?). But somewhere between my perfectly laid plans and God’s sovereign detours, I learned something: interruption is often the invitation.
