When we met in 2018, faith was the common thread that first drew us together. Tony was more firmly rooted in his walk with Christ, while I was still finding my way back.

For more than a decade after losing my first husband, Aaron, the father of my two sons, I carried a grief that changed nearly everything I understood about myself, my future, and my faith. I never stopped believing in God, but for a long time, I lost the steadiness of knowing how to walk closely with Him. By the time Tony and I met, my heart had already begun turning homeward to Christ. Together, we began building a marriage centered on seeking Him.

We have always felt closest to God when we step into the world He created and truly pay attention. We are moved by the sweeping majesty of mountains and endless skies, but we are equally captivated by the smallest details: the delicate structure of a flower, the pattern of a feather, and the intricate worlds hidden in places most people pass without noticing.

Creation has a way of quieting the noise within us. It reminds us that God is present not only in what is vast and magnificent, but also in what is small, intimate, and easily overlooked. And then there are the moments we could never have planned.

A baby black bear foraging near a road in the Smoky Mountains. A peacock calmly approaching and eating from our hands. A chipmunk climbing onto a tree stump to enjoy a snack only a few feet away.

Again and again, we have found ourselves standing inside rare, perfectly timed moments; as though God gently drew back the curtain and invited us to look closer. Some might call them coincidences. We have come to recognize them as God Whispers: quiet reminders that He is present, creation is still telling His story, and there is always more to notice when we slow down long enough to see.