God’s love has a funny way of showing up—quiet, steady, and often when we least expect it. For me, it’s been a constant hand guiding me through life’s storms, a warm embrace when the world feels cold and heavy. It’s in the everyday moments, the little victories, and even the struggles that seem insurmountable. It’s what keeps me going, reminding me that I am never alone.

Last week, I had the humbling opportunity to share my love for baking with people who are deprived of their liberty. Teaching them how to make quick bread might seem small, but the experience was anything but ordinary. Watching their eyes light up as they learned a new skill, seeing the pride and joy in their smiles, reminded me that hope can thrive even in the darkest corners. It’s amazing how flour, water, and a little patience can become a bridge—connecting hearts and inspiring courage.

In that moment, I realized something profound: God sometimes works through ordinary people, like me, to remind others—and ourselves—that we are not forgotten, and growth is always possible. These individuals, despite the circumstances, displayed resilience and curiosity, proving that the human spirit can shine even when life feels dim.

This experience reaffirmed a truth I hold dear: trials don’t negate God’s presence—they highlight it. His love guides, protects, and inspires us to extend that same love to others. Baking quick bread became more than a lesson; it became a reminder that we can create something beautiful, even in unlikely places.

As an instructor at New Lucena Polytechnic College, I see God’s love in classrooms, in workshops, and in everyday interactions. But last week, it was made tangible in flour-dusted hands, smiles, and shared laughter. That’s the magic of hope, resilience, and faith combined—a reminder that no matter how challenging life gets, we can be instruments of love, light, and inspiration for those around us.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not just about teaching a skill—it’s about sharing a piece of God’s heart, and letting that love ripple outward in ways we may never fully see, but that matter all the same.