300th post

They told us, “You must play the game.”

We asked, “With whom?”

They said, “With the world.”

Just as we were about to ask, “What game?”

The whistle blew. The match had already begun.

We looked around, confused, trying to understand the rules, but there were none written anywhere.

The world moved fast—sharp, calculated, relentless. It scored one goal after another, while we stood there, breathless, trying to find our footing.

But then we glanced at the scoreboard. To our surprise, the points were always equal. No matter how many times life struck, somehow, the balance remained.

We were still lost in thought when we felt a gentle tap on our backs. We turned around, and there He was—God—smiling with a calmness that silenced every storm inside us.

“Don’t worry,” He said softly. “You’ll win in extra time. Just keep playing.”

We said, “But… how? We’re tired, we don’t even know the strategy.”

He laughed—a laugh that carried warmth, power, and endless reassurance.

“It’s simple,” He said. “Just pass the ball to me. I’ll handle the rest.”

And in that moment, we understood: the game wasn’t about outsmarting the world. It was about trusting the One who was always on our team, even when we forgot the rules.