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For most of my life, I ignored God. Then something happened that made me question everything.

Naomi suddenly let out a scream. Within an hour later, she was in intensive care.

The doctors told us to leave — but warned she might not survive the journey.

When we finally left the hospital, it felt as though we had been thrust into another reality.

What I found in Naomi’s bag that day made me freeze.

Too many things happened at just the right time to be mere coincidence.

When the usual therapies stopped leading anywhere, I began looking elsewhere.

Just when I thought I had found a way forward, I was pointed in a different direction.

I wanted to trace the message to its source, so I came up with a plan — one that led somewhere far more specific than I expected.

As doubts about the message’s source resurfaced, I looked for reassurance.

The moment came when I realised I had to respond.

Now that I had decided to become Catholic, I was eager to speak with a priest. But that’s not what happened.

Made on the day of her cardiac arrest, Naomi’s drawing showed something I hadn’t noticed.

One retreat, three unexpected encounters.

For weeks, I wondered what “Light from Light” really meant — until one night, it became clear.

Twice, I didn’t feel like going — but I went anyway.

Things happened that we couldn’t explain — and still cannot.

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