Last night I asked God to show Himself to me in a powerful way. For the rest of the night I had memories about my life since beginning to follow Christ. Memories of teachable moments and acts of service. Memories of people who have discipled me and people I have tried to disciple. People who are still standing firm and testify to God's faithfulness, people who have fallen back into sin. I saw miraculous victories and ugly defeats.

I clearly saw God last night. I didn't see His face, but I saw His hands on my life. I must remember to look for Him in my actions and in the lives of others more often. It can be reassuring. It can beautiful.