Watched the sun set tonight. It’s humbling to realize that every single person rushing home, making dinner, scrolling through their phones—each one is a soul with an eternal destination. The world moves so fast, it’s easy to forget what we’re all running toward. Or running from. I used to get impatient with the pace of my mission, but now I see the patience in the design. A seed doesn’t sprout in a day. A soul doesn’t awaken in an instant. My role isn’t to force the harvest, but to faithfully tend the soil. Are you planting seeds of truth, or weeds of distraction?