Divine Dinner

There’s something oddly comforting about dreaming that I was handed a plate of food by God Himself.
Like even in sleeping, there's hope that somehow, some divine grace will show up and fill me up — not just physically but emotionally too.
That fleeting moment where I woke up feeling almost full, both in belly and heart, made me wish life was wrapped in those divine gestures every day.
Just a tiny reminder that maybe someday, the universe might just send a little blessing my way again.