When the Magic Finds You Anyway
DD048 Report: Presence, People, and the Gifts That Circle Back
Sometimes when life feels uncertain,
when you’ve pulled every trick from your hat,
and you’re left sitting with the question—what’s left to do?
That’s when the magic sneaks in.
Not loud. Not showy.
But soft, quiet—sure.
Like missed opportunities that return dressed in more radiant, abundant form.
The kinds of blessings you forgot you prayed for.
The ones that whisper: You didn’t miss a thing. You were just being prepared for more.
And while I’m grateful for those bigger returns,
what really cracks my heart open
are the ones you can’t see on paper.
It’s the conversations—the small ones—that land days, weeks, months later.
The people who say:
“I remembered something you asked me… and it changed everything.”
Or
“I finally found the answer. And I did the damn thing.”
Those are the real gifts.
The ones that refill my spirit and remind me: this work is never in vain.
Even when it’s quiet. Even when I wonder if it’s hitting at all.
Because yes—there are days I ask myself,
What’s the point of all this?
But then someone reflects something back to me that I almost forgot I gave.
And I remember:
This is the point.
To live. To feel. To create. To care.
To support each other through the storm and the stillness.
Creating isn’t just my job.
It’s my joy.
My way home to myself.
And when I pour from that place, what overflows always finds its way to someone who needs it too.
So as I sit here, watching the creek behind my house,
the sun dancing on the water like it knows a secret,
I take it in.
A deep inhale...
A soft exhale...
And a reminder that in this moment,
you are exactly where you’re meant to be.
No more. No less.
Welcome home.
-Devotion Diaries