We didn't always know how to live this way.
For most of our lives, we were taught a version of God built on authority, rules, punishment and fear. One who was watching and counting every mistake, and measuring every fall. And a deeply rooted belief that love had to be earned.
We grew up in different religions. Different temples. Different beliefs. But the wound underneath it all was the same.
And when we chose each other — when we chose love over everything those religions, those communities, that world demanded of us — we began to question everything we had ever been taught to believe. Something in us had always felt it. That this wasn't what love was and there is something more. Something truer.
So we started seeking. Praying. Surrendering. Not to a religion. Not to a doctrine. But to something greater — to truth, to love, to the God who was more real than anything we had ever been taught to believe in.
And through that surrender, Jesus answered in the way He always does — faithfully, precisely, at exactly the right moment. He led us to our spiritual teacher. An answered prayer in every sense of the word. Through Her teachings and Her embodiment of unconditional love, our souls recognized His truth for the very first time — not a religion, not a doctrine, but a living presence that had been within us all along.
And everything shifted.
When we look back now, we can see what we couldn't see then. His hand was woven into every single thread of our life's tapestry long before we knew His name. And when we finally let go of everything we had been taught — when the weight of what religion and that world had cost us broke open the truth we could no longer ignore — His presence, which had never once left us, finally became visible.
And once our eyes were open, He began to show up in ways we could not explain.