I said yes to a tiny spark of courage and formed a small group—a circle of unwritten, unpublished writers. We came together not to impress, but to be honest. To show up. To speak. To write. What began as a support group became an ignition point. A fire was kindled. Stories started to rise. Not perfect. Not polished. But alive. Our pens moved, and each time we met our voices grew stronger. This book is born from that leap. I write now because I realized my stories, my encounters, my sacred wrestlings with God—they have a voice. A voice that changed my life. And maybe, just maybe, these words will change someone else’s too. Because our lives are not random. They’re sacred jouneys. His-stories written in us. We are meant to share them. Taste them. Witness them.