Reverend Virginia McIntyre

03/15/2026

The monkey who never leaves Punch’s side has a name.

Go-chan.

Before meeting Punch, Go-chan had already endured a difficult life. He grew up in a circus filled with noise, bright lights, and monkeys who never truly accepted him. He was bullied and often left out, and the stress eventually took a toll on him. Later, he was moved to a zoo.

That’s where he met Punch — the little monkey who once clung to a toy because he had no one else, often sitting alone even in a crowded troop.

And somehow, Go-chan was the first to approach him.
The first to sit beside him.
The first to hug him.

No fear. No hesitation. Just understanding.

Maybe it’s because those who know loneliness can recognize it in others. Go-chan didn’t see a stranger — he saw someone who needed a friend.

Since that moment, they’ve stayed close, quietly supporting each other.

Punch isn’t alone anymore.

Go-chan made sure of that. 🤍🐒

03/13/2026

03/13/2026

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through... But one thing is certain: when you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.”
Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore,
2002.

Renato Muccillo - Valley Thunderhead, 2013.

03/13/2026

03/12/2026

03/12/2026

looking back at all the wins and answered prayers, it was really God. It was never luck, it’s always been God.

That promotion you thought you stumbled into.
The relationship that found you when you’d given up.
The door that opened just when another one slammed shut.
Those moments when everything aligned perfectly.
The breath you didn’t think you’d catch.

You’ve been calling it coincidence, haven’t you? Luck. Good timing. Being in the right place at the right moment. But when you really look back — when you trace the thread through all those scattered pieces — there’s something else there. Something intentional. Something that knew your name before you even whispered the prayer.

It’s humbling to realize how held you’ve been. How every stumble forward, every unexpected turn that felt like chaos, was actually being woven into something beautiful. Those weren’t random acts of fortune. They were love letters written in the language of providence, signed with grace you’re only now learning to recognize.

Maybe you’ve been afraid to believe it was really Him. Maybe it felt safer to credit chance than to trust you’re actually seen, actually known, actually cared for in ways that go deeper than you dared hope. But your story — all those wins, all those prayers that got answered in ways you couldn’t have scripted — it’s been Him all along.

You may see a series of lucky breaks
He sees a daughter being guided home

You may see perfect timing
He sees a father who’s never stopped watching

You may see coincidence
He sees a love story He’s been writing since the beginning

looking back at all the wins and answered prayers, it was really God. It was never luck, it’s always been God.

You are so much more held than you know.
You always have been.