Before time began, I knew their names. I saw the thread that would one day weave their lives together: two hearts, set on paths that would cross and finally converge. What seemed like chance was never chance at all. It was My design, drawn long before the world called their story “coincidence.” It was January of 2022, and Samantha was simply being a sister, unaware of the eternity I had already folded into that morning. She drove Emily to the airport, thinking only of a school trip and a goodbye hug. But I smiled, for I had placed Josh there too, holding a boarding pass that was never just a ticket. It was a key, unlocking what would one day be love. They spoke briefly, unaware that Heaven was already taking notes. Years passed, as they were meant to. Seasons changed, hearts matured, and faith deepened. Then came March 2025, a day I had marked in My plan. Samantha returned to Bishop Verot, ready to speak of the job I gave her, not realizing she was walking straight into one I had been writing all along. She found herself locked out of her classroom, a small inconvenience to her, but a doorway in My design. Down the hall, Josh walked where he never usually walked. I guided his steps, quiet and deliberate, until their paths met again. He opened the door, just as I had promised long ago: “Knock, and the door will be opened to you.” (Matthew 7:7-8) That brief encounter stirred something in her spirit, the faint hum of recognition that comes when souls I’ve chosen find each other once more. That night, she found him online and followed, a modern act, yet one I smiled upon, for I have always used simple gestures to reveal great things. “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” (Psalm 37:4) Then came April 7, 2025. I placed a thought in Josh’s heart, “go to her.” And he did. He sent a message, lighthearted and kind, yet heavy with the purpose I had woven into it. Two days later, I cleared their calendars. They both had plans, concerts, games, other distractions, but I whispered softly to their hearts: “Come to Me.” So they did. They chose the Young Adult group at the Church of the Resurrection, and they arrived early, earlier than anyone else. That was no accident. For when they walked in, they found Me waiting in Adoration. The first thing they did together was kneel before Me. They prayed, each unaware that I was already answering those prayers through one another. Weeks later, on Divine Mercy Sunday in Ave Maria, I wrapped their day in sunlight and laughter. Surrounded by friends, faith, and the peace that only I can give, Josh turned to Sam and asked her to begin a journey that I had begun years before. Their story did not grow from fireworks or flawless timing, but from My quiet orchestration. Every delay, every detour, every opened door. For I had written this love long before they spoke their first words to each other. And now, as they walk forward hand in hand, they walk in step with Me, a story rooted in mercy, built in faith, and blooming in joy. “Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His mercy endures forever.” (Psalm 136:1)