I always used to wonder why athletes would thank God when they accomplished something miraculous.
Honestly I thought it was corny.
But as I look back on the last few years of my life it’d be naive to neglect the likelihood of spiritual or divine guidance.
Anyone that takes a route off the beaten path knows this.
Things just happen too perfectly. And there seems to always be a subtle voice in your head or hand on your back that just knows.
It knows right and wrong, where to go, and it provides you with a certainty that everything’s gonna be okay — somehow someway.