The face of Christ does not always appear where we expect it. Sometimes it emerges slowly through grief, through mercy, through the breaking of what we thought would hold forever. A glimpse in the darkness, a presence becoming clearer as everything else begins to fade. The closer we draw to Him, the more we begin to recognize that He was never absent. His image was forming quietly within the ruin, revealing itself in every surrender, every wound, every moment we chose faith over what we could see.
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