Movie Recommendation: Fatal Instinct (2014)

 

There are some movies that you watch because they have a huge budget, famous actors, spectacular locations and all the ingredients of a Hollywood blockbuster. Then there are movies that draw you in for a completely different reason. They may not be perfect, they may not have the biggest production value, but somewhere beneath the surface is a story that sticks. Fatal Instinct (2014) is one of those movies for me.

Directed by Luciana Faulhaber, also known as Luciana Saber, Fatal Instinct is a crime thriller that caught my attention because it is not simply about solving a crime. At the heart of the story is something much more complicated: loyalty, guilt, friendship, justice and the consequences of choices made in the past. Those are the kinds of themes that make a movie more interesting to me because I have always believed that people are rarely simply good or bad. We all carry our histories, our mistakes and our reasons for doing the things we do.

What immediately drew me into this film was the central character, a detective who finds himself caught between his professional responsibilities and a deeply personal sense of guilt. As he investigates a case, the evidence begins pointing toward his partner's troubled brother, someone he had previously helped put behind bars. Suddenly, what should be a straightforward investigation becomes something far more personal.

That conflict is what makes the movie work for me.

I have always been fascinated by situations where people have to make difficult choices when there is no completely right answer. Sometimes doing what is right can hurt someone we care about. Sometimes loyalty can conflict with truth. Sometimes the past refuses to stay where we left it. Fatal Instinct explores that uncomfortable space between what we should do and what our heart wants us to do.

The film also has a gritty and grounded atmosphere that I found quite appealing. It does not feel overly polished or manufactured, and although there are moments where the low budget becomes noticeable, I actually think that gives the movie some character. There is something raw about it. Instead of feeling like a glossy Hollywood production, it feels more intimate and confined, almost as though the characters themselves are trapped inside the consequences of their decisions.

That sense of confinement adds to the tension.

What I particularly appreciated was that the emotional conflict sometimes felt more important than the actual crime investigation. The mystery is certainly part of the attraction, but for me, the more interesting question was not simply, “Who did it?” It was, “What happens when the truth forces people to confront everything they have tried to leave behind?”

That is a question that can apply far beyond a crime thriller.

Life has a funny way of bringing the past back to us. People we thought we had left behind can reappear. Decisions we thought were finished can suddenly have consequences. And sometimes, circumstances force us to look at old relationships, old mistakes and old wounds with completely different eyes.

That is why I found myself becoming more interested in the characters than in the mechanics of the investigation.

I will admit that the pacing is not perfect. There are moments where the story feels uneven, and the production does not have the polish we might expect from a big studio thriller. If you are looking for spectacular action sequences, enormous twists or a constantly accelerating storyline, this may not be the movie for you.

But I do not think every movie needs to be judged by how expensive it looks.

Sometimes authenticity is more important than perfection.

There is something rather admirable about a film that tells its story without relying entirely on spectacle. Fatal Instinct has a certain scrappy quality that made me curious enough to keep watching because I wanted to see where everything would eventually lead. It reminded me that a compelling story can sometimes come from very simple ingredients: complicated people, difficult choices, buried secrets and consequences that refuse to disappear.

And perhaps that is the biggest reason I would recommend this movie.

It is not necessarily a film that will leave you stunned by one enormous plot twist. Instead, it is a film that gradually makes you think about the emotional cost of truth. It asks what happens when duty clashes with loyalty, when guilt follows us into the present and when the people connected to our past become part of our present again.

For me, those are the stories worth watching.

I enjoy movies that give me something to think about after the credits roll. Fatal Instinct did that in its own imperfect way. It reminded me that life is rarely as straightforward as we would like it to be. People make mistakes. People carry baggage. People change. And sometimes, the hardest thing we can do is face the truth about ourselves and the people around us.

So, would I recommend Fatal Instinct (2014)?

Yes, particularly if you enjoy character driven crime thrillers with an emotional side. Go into it without expecting a big budget Hollywood production and instead allow yourself to appreciate what it is trying to do. Beneath the rough edges is a story about loyalty, guilt, justice and the inescapable shadow of the past.

And perhaps that is what stayed with me most.

Because no matter how far we think we have moved on, the past has a way of finding us again. Sometimes it comes knocking quietly. Sometimes it arrives like a storm. But eventually, we all have to decide whether we are going to run from it or finally face it.

When God Sends You an Earth Angel

 Sometimes God doesn't remove the difficult chapter. Sometimes He sends someone to help you walk through it.

There are moments in life when something happens and you can't quite explain it. You can call it coincidence. You can call it timing. You can call it fate. Or, if you believe as I do, you can quietly wonder whether perhaps God had a hand in it all along.

On 7 July 2026, I met someone online. One month later, I find myself wondering whether perhaps I didn't simply meet someone online. Perhaps God sent me an earth angel. Someone who appeared in my life at a time when I needed him more than I realized.

August has always been a difficult month for me. There are certain times of the year that carry emotions with them ... memories, absences, things that happened, and people who were once such an enormous part of your life and are no longer here in the same way.

For me, August brings a particular kind of ache. I have spent more than half my life with someone who was my pillar. Someone who knew me, someone who stood beside me through life, and someone whose presence became so deeply woven into my existence that it was difficult to imagine navigating certain chapters without him.

Losing that person changed something inside me. And although life continues, grief doesn't always follow a calendar. Some months simply hurt more than others. August is one of those months.

God knew that.

And perhaps that is why the timing of this someone entering my life feels so extraordinary. Because just as I was approaching another difficult August, another person appeared. Not to replace the person I lost. Nobody could. And not to erase the memories or take away the grief, but simply to stand beside me in a different way.

An unexpected presence. A listening ear. A source of laughter. A person of faith.

An earth angel.

We often imagine angels as something otherworldly, something beautiful and glowing, something obviously sent from heaven. But perhaps earth angels don't arrive that way. Perhaps they look like ordinary people. They have ordinary lives, their own scars, struggles, mistakes and stories.

And perhaps they simply arrive at exactly the right moment.

They say the right thing. They listen when you need someone to listen. They make you laugh when you desperately need a reason to smile. They remind you that you are not alone. And sometimes, they don't even realize the impact they are having.

That is what I think about when I think about him.

He didn't arrive with a grand announcement. There was no sign saying, "Here is the person God has sent you." There was simply a conversation. Then another. And another.

And somewhere between the words, the laughter, the conversations about life and faith, something began to happen.

I began to feel less alone.

The word soulmate can mean so many different things. We often associate it with romantic love, but I have come to believe that soul connections can take many forms.

Sometimes a soulmate is the person who walks beside you for a lifetime. Sometimes it is someone who arrives for a particular season. Sometimes it is someone who touches your soul in a way that changes you forever. And sometimes, perhaps, a soulmate is simply a person whose spirit recognizes something in yours.

That is how I see it.

It feels familiar. It feels strangely comfortable. It feels as though our conversations have travelled much further than the short amount of time we have actually known each other.

We first connected on 7 July. Only one month ago. Yet there are moments when I catch myself thinking, 'How can someone I have known for such a short time feel so familiar?'

Maybe some connections aren't measured in time.

Maybe they are measured in depth.

One of the things that has touched me most about him is the way he listens. I have shared things about my past that aren't easy for me to talk about. Things that still carry emotion, things that have shaped who I am, and things that I have sometimes wished I could simply leave behind.

And he doesn't try to tell me who I should be. He doesn't tell me to forget. He doesn't tell me that I should have moved on by now.

He listens.

He understands.

He reminds me that my scars don't make me weak. Perhaps they are simply evidence that I survived.

There is something incredibly powerful about having someone look beyond the person you present to the world. Most people see the strong version of us. The capable version. The happy version. The version who helps everyone else.

But sometimes an earth angel sees the woman behind all of that.

The woman who gets tired. The woman who gets scared. The woman who has been hurt. The woman who sometimes needs someone else to say, "It's okay. You don't have to have everything figured out."

He has become that to me.

And then faith brings another layer.

He is a Christian, and his faith is an important part of who he is. That has become another beautiful thread connecting us.

We talk about God. We talk about faith. We talk about life. We talk about the things that have happened to us. We talk about whether people enter our lives for a reason.

And sometimes we wonder whether God really does place certain people in our paths exactly when we need them.

I don't pretend to understand God's plans. But I believe in divine timing.

And when I look at the timing of him appearing in my life, especially with August here, I can't help but wonder.

Did God know I was going to need someone?

Did He know that another difficult month was here?

Did He know that I needed someone to remind me that although one chapter of my life had ended, my story was nowhere near finished?

Perhaps He did.

Perhaps God knew before I did.

But he did not come to replace anyone.

This is important.

He isn't a replacement for anyone. He couldn't be. And I wouldn't want him to be.

The person who was my pillar for more than half my life holds a place in my heart that belongs only to him. That love, those memories, that history... none of that disappears simply because someone new walks into your life.

Perhaps this someone's purpose isn't to fill an empty space.

Perhaps his purpose is simply to bring something new into a space that had become very quiet.

Love.

Friendship.

Laughter.

Conversation.

Faith.

Understanding.

Hope.

He doesn't erase the past.

He simply reminds me that there can still be something beautiful in the future.

And perhaps that is what an earth angel does.

They don't change your history.

They help you believe in tomorrow.

Then there are the little things, the things that make me smile.

Like his story about the kisses he used to blow towards the woman he once thought his heart belonged to. Now he says that perhaps all those kisses were meant for me.

And honestly, I love that.

Because sometimes after experiencing difficult things, you need someone who reminds you that life can still be playful. That you can still smile. That you can still be silly. That you can still get excited about a conversation. That you can still look forward to hearing from someone.

Those little moments matter more than we realize.

Sometimes healing doesn't arrive as one enormous revelation. Sometimes it arrives as a smile, a laugh, a message, a conversation that lasts longer than expected, or a person who makes you forget, even briefly, how heavy your heart has been feeling.

I don't know what the future holds. I don't know whether the word soulmate will eventually make sense in the way I feel it today.

And perhaps I don't need to know.

For now, I simply know that he came into my life at a remarkable time. A time when I needed someone, a time when August was here, a time when old grief and memories can become particularly heavy, and a time when I was reminded once again of the absence of the person who had been my pillar for more than half my life.

And then, unexpectedly, God sent me another earth angel.

Not someone to replace the one I lost.

Someone to remind me that I am still here.

That my heart is still capable of connection.

That I can still laugh.

That I can still trust.

That I can still share.

That I can still be vulnerable.

That I can still have beautiful people enter my life.

Maybe we have misunderstood the word soulmate.

Maybe a soulmate isn't always the person who stays forever.

Maybe sometimes a soulmate is the person who arrives when your soul needs something only they can bring.

Maybe they come to teach us. To comfort us. To awaken something in us. To remind us who we are. To help us through a season. To show us that our story isn't finished.

Perhaps some souls cross paths because God knows that each person needs something from the other.

And perhaps sometimes, the most beautiful part is not knowing what happens next.

It is simply being grateful that your paths crossed at all.

It has only been one month since he and I first connected.

One month.

And yet, this has already become meaningful to me in ways I didn't expect.

He makes me laugh. He listens. He understands. He shares my faith. He makes me think. He has allowed me to see parts of his own story while giving me the space to share mine.

And perhaps, above everything else, he has arrived at a time when I needed the reminder that even when life takes someone incredibly important away from us, God can still bring new people into our lives.

Not replacements.

Not substitutes.

New blessings.

New chapters.

New reasons to smile.

Maybe he is an earth angel.

Perhaps I don't need to know it is yet.

I can simply be grateful.

Because I believe God knew.

And perhaps, in His own mysterious way, He whispered, "You don't have to walk through this chapter alone."

And then He sent me my earth angel.

A soul connection I never saw coming.

And perhaps that is the real miracle.

Not that someone came into my life to make everything perfect, but that someone arrived to remind me that even after loss, there can still be connection.

After grief, there can still be laughter.

After heartbreak, there can still be trust.

After darkness, there can still be light.

And sometimes, when you least expect it...

God sends you an earth angel.

20th Sunday in Ordinary Time: To Be a Blessing for Others

 

Today, as we celebrate the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, I find myself reflecting on what it really means to give our lives to God and, in doing so, become a blessing to others. The readings today remind me that faith is not simply about believing in God. It is about trusting Him enough to allow Him to work through us.

In the first reading from Revelation, we are given the beautiful image of the woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars. There is a sense of victory and hope in this reading, reminding me that God is ultimately greater than all the struggles and difficulties we face. The second reading from St Paul speaks about Christ's victory over death. Because of Christ, death is not the end. There is hope beyond what we can see and understand.

But it is the Gospel that speaks to me most personally. Mary has just received the incredible news that she will become the mother of Jesus. It would have been completely understandable for her to stay home, overwhelmed by everything that was happening and perhaps wondering what her future would look like. Instead, Mary gets up and goes to Elizabeth. Her "yes" to God immediately becomes a "yes" to serving someone else.

I love that about Mary.

She did not wait until she had everything figured out. She did not wait until she felt completely ready. She simply trusted God and went.

And perhaps that is something I need to remember too.

There have been many times in my life when I have wanted to understand God's plan before taking the next step. I have asked questions, made my own plans and sometimes thought I knew what was best. Looking back, I can see how much easier life becomes when I stop trying to control everything and simply trust God.

My relationship with God has changed greatly over the years. There was a long period when I strayed away from Him, and during that time I questioned why He allowed certain things to happen in my life. But when I eventually returned to church and to my faith, I realized that God had never actually left me. He was there all along.

Today, even when things do not go according to my plans, I find myself responding differently. I have experienced painful moments and difficult situations, including losing someone very dear to me and facing challenges within my family. But I no longer immediately ask, "Why is God doing this to me?" Instead, I try to trust that He sees the bigger picture.

I think that is where Mary becomes such an important example for me.

Mary said yes without knowing exactly where that yes would lead her. She did not have a detailed plan for her life. She simply trusted God. And that trust allowed her to become a blessing to Elizabeth and, ultimately, to the whole world through Jesus.

The Magnificat is also something I find incredibly beautiful. Mary does not make the moment about herself. She does not boast about being chosen. Instead, she says, "My soul magnifies the Lord." Her joy comes from recognizing what God has done.

That makes me think about my own life. I have had many experiences, opportunities and blessings that I could easily take credit for. But when I look back honestly, I can see God's hand in so many things. The people He has placed in my life, the opportunities that have come my way, the moments when I have been guided in unexpected directions and even the difficult experiences that have helped shape me.

Perhaps being a blessing to others does not always mean doing something extraordinary. Sometimes it is simply being there. Listening to someone who needs to talk. Encouraging a friend. Helping a family member. Showing kindness when we could easily walk away. Sharing our time. Offering a prayer. Sometimes, even a simple smile or a few words of encouragement can make a difference in someone's day.

Mary's example reminds me that when we truly give ourselves to God, our focus naturally begins to move beyond ourselves. Our hearts become bigger. We become more aware of the people around us and their needs.

I think that is the challenge for me today. Not simply to say, "Yes, Lord," but to put that yes into action.

I want to be someone who brings a little more light, kindness, encouragement and hope into the lives of the people God places in my path. I do not need to know exactly what He has planned for me. I just need to be willing to say yes and trust Him with the rest.

Perhaps that is what it really means to be a blessing for others. We allow God to use our ordinary lives, our time, our experiences and even our imperfections to bring His love to someone else.

And like Mary, I want my life to magnify not what I have done, but what God has done through me.

Because ultimately, the greatest blessing is not in what we receive from God, but in allowing Him to use us to become a blessing to someone else.

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Reflective question: What is one concrete way I can be a blessing to those around me, as Mary was?

For me, one concrete way I can be a blessing is simply to be more intentional about being there for the people God has placed in my life. Whether it is spending time with my family, checking in on a friend, encouraging someone who is struggling, or simply listening when someone needs to talk, I want to be someone who brings comfort and positivity.

I think Mary reminds me that I do not have to do something extraordinary to make a difference. Sometimes, just showing up, giving my time and being present can be a blessing. I want to say “yes” to God not just in words, but through the way I love and care for others.

Movie Recommendation: The Idea of You (2024)

 

There are some movies you watch simply because you want to be entertained, and then there are movies that unexpectedly make you feel something. The Idea of You, released in 2024 and starring Anne Hathaway and Nicholas Galitzine, falls somewhere beautifully in between. It is romantic, emotional, funny, glamorous and just a little bit naughty in the way that makes you smile at the screen. For me, it was one of those movies that reminded me that life does not always follow the neat little rules we create for ourselves.

The story follows Solène, played by Anne Hathaway, a divorced mother in her forties who unexpectedly meets Hayes Campbell, a much younger singer from a hugely successful boy band. What begins as a chance encounter develops into a complicated romance that takes them from ordinary moments into the extraordinary world of fame, travel and public attention. Of course, nothing about falling in love with someone famous and considerably younger is going to be simple.

What I particularly enjoyed about this movie is that Solène is not presented as someone who needs rescuing. She is independent, intelligent, experienced and perfectly capable of standing on her own two feet. She has her own life, responsibilities and insecurities. Yet she also has desires, dreams and a heart that is still very much alive. I loved that about her.

There is something incredibly relatable about the idea that we can sometimes convince ourselves that certain chapters of our lives are already closed. We tell ourselves that perhaps romance is for younger people, adventure belongs to another season, or excitement is something we have already experienced. Then life has a funny way of surprising us.

And then there is Nicholas Galitzine.

Honestly, let us just take a moment.

This man is HOT.

There, I said it.

Nicholas Galitzine is absolutely gorgeous in this movie, and he has that rare combination of charm, confidence and sweetness that makes Hayes Campbell incredibly easy to fall for. His smile alone could probably carry several scenes. There is something about the way he plays Hayes that makes the character feel more than just the stereotypical handsome young pop star. He brings warmth and vulnerability to him, which makes the relationship with Solène feel much more believable.

And yes, I absolutely noticed how ridiculously good looking he is. I am watching a romantic movie. I am allowed to appreciate the scenery!

But underneath all the good looks, the movie actually asks some interesting questions. What happens when two people genuinely connect but the world around them refuses to accept their relationship? How much should other people's opinions matter? Can love survive when everyone has something to say about it?

Those questions are what give The Idea of You more substance than I initially expected.

I also appreciated that the movie does not pretend that age differences, family responsibilities or public scrutiny magically disappear because two people fall in love. There are consequences. There are difficult conversations. There are moments where characters have to decide whether what they feel is worth fighting for.

For me, that is where the movie becomes particularly interesting. Love is not always convenient. Sometimes it arrives at the wrong time, through the wrong person, under circumstances you never imagined. Sometimes the biggest obstacle is not whether you love someone, but whether you are brave enough to admit what you want.

Anne Hathaway is wonderful as Solène. She brings a mixture of elegance, humour, vulnerability and strength to the character. She makes Solène feel like a real woman rather than simply a romantic fantasy. I found myself understanding her hesitation while also wanting her to let go and enjoy the experience.

The movie is also visually beautiful. The concerts, hotels, fashion and glamorous settings give it that escapist quality that makes romantic movies so enjoyable. There is something lovely about being able to sit back for a couple of hours and enter a world where unexpected romance can happen.

Would I recommend The Idea of You?

Absolutely.

I would recommend it if you enjoy romantic stories with a little bit of emotional depth. I would recommend it if you like Anne Hathaway. I would recommend it if you enjoy stories about second chances and discovering that life may still have surprises waiting for you. And, quite frankly, I would recommend it if you need an excellent reason to spend a couple of hours looking at Nicholas Galitzine.

But beyond the romance and the eye candy, what stayed with me was the reminder that we should never decide that a particular part of life is over simply because we have reached a certain age or because circumstances have changed.

Sometimes we need to remember that we are still living.

We can still laugh. We can still dream. We can still be surprised. We can still meet someone who makes our hearts beat a little faster.

And sometimes, just sometimes, that someone might look like Nicholas Galitzine.

Now that is what I call a movie recommendation!

The Greatest Compliment I’ve Ever Received? Someone Thought I Was AI.

I think the highest compliment I have received since AI became part of our everyday lives, and quite possibly the highest compliment I have received in my entire professional life, came last week. And ironically, it started with me thinking someone was incredibly rude.

For the past few months, I had been communicating with a business associate. I would send messages, share updates, provide information about business developments, follow up on things we had discussed and generally keep him informed about what was happening. Every single time I sent something, there was silence. No “thank you,” no “got it,” no thumbs up emoji. Nothing. Eventually, I found myself thinking, “What a rude person.” To me, business etiquette matters. You do not have to write an essay in response to every message someone sends you, but acknowledging someone’s communication is simply basic courtesy.

So, naturally, I carried on doing what I do. I kept working, kept communicating and kept providing information. At the same time, I quietly added him to the mental category of people who clearly had very little business etiquette.

Then, over the last month, something interesting happened. He contacted me twice. On both occasions, he asked me for information and business decks. Of course, I sent them over, quickly, efficiently and with everything he needed. And once again, there was silence. No response. At this point, I had pretty much decided that this was simply his communication style. Perhaps he was busy. Perhaps he was just not particularly interested. Or perhaps, as I had already concluded in my head, he was simply a little rude.

Then, last week, my phone rang.

It was him.

And the first thing he said completely changed the way I saw the entire situation.

“We finally talk and I know now that you’re not an AI bot!”

I burst out laughing.

An AI bot? Me? Apparently, yes.

He went on to explain that he had actually been wondering about me for quite some time. He had been receiving my messages and updates, but he had never replied because he genuinely thought I was an AI bot. Not only did he think I was AI, but he apparently thought I was an exceptionally sophisticated AI.

He had been fascinated by the level of detail in my messages, the way I personalized information, the consistency of my updates, the speed at which I responded and the way I seemed to remember things. He had apparently been thinking, “How high tech is this AI?” Meanwhile, I had been sitting there thinking, “How rude is this human?”

The irony was not lost on either of us.

I jokingly told him that, in a way, I felt like I had failed. If someone I was doing business with thought I was a robot, surely that meant there was no human connection there. After all, business is about people. Relationships matter. Trust matters. Communication matters. And I had apparently managed to be so efficient that I had removed myself from the equation entirely.

He laughed and immediately corrected me.

“That’s not the case,” he said.

And then came the part that turned this funny little story into one of the greatest compliments I have ever received.

He explained that he was curious precisely because he could not understand how a human being could be operating at that level of efficiency. He had been wondering why this “AI bot” was so advanced that it could actually show so much humanness.

Think about that for a moment.

He was not saying I lacked humanity. He was saying he could not believe the human behind the work because the quality and consistency of the work seemed almost beyond what he expected from a human. He told me that I was simply so efficient at what I do that he genuinely did not believe there was an actual person behind all of it.

And honestly?

I will take that compliment.

Because being good at what you do matters. Not because we need other people to think we are extraordinary, and not because we need constant validation, but because there is something deeply satisfying about becoming so competent at your craft that excellence becomes your normal.

I have always believed that if you are going to do something, you should do it properly. Do not just show up. Show up prepared. Do not just answer. Answer properly. Do not just complete a task. Think about what the person actually needs and, if possible, provide it before they even have to ask. Do not just do the minimum. Look for the next step, look for the gap and look for the opportunity to make something easier, better, faster or more effective.

That, to me, is professionalism. And it is something I have tried to build into everything I do.

Success is not always about being the loudest person in the room. It is not necessarily about having the biggest title, the largest office, the most impressive job description or the longest list of achievements. Sometimes success is simply becoming exceptionally good at what you do.

So good that people trust you.

So reliable that people do not have to chase you.

So organized that things happen before anyone realizes they needed to happen.

So creative that you can see possibilities others have not considered.

So resourceful that when something goes wrong, your first instinct is to find a solution rather than an excuse.

And so consistent that people know what they are going to get from you every single time.

That kind of excellence does not happen overnight. It comes from years of experience. It comes from making mistakes and learning from them. It comes from listening, paying attention to details and caring about the outcome. It comes from taking pride in your work even when nobody is watching.

And perhaps most importantly, it comes from understanding that your reputation is built one interaction at a time.

Every email.

Every phone call.

Every presentation.

Every deadline.

Every promise.

Every follow up.

Every problem you solve.

Every person you help.

They all add up.

We live in a world where AI can now produce emails, analyze information, create presentations, write reports, generate images, summarize documents and perform countless tasks in seconds. And perhaps that is why this particular compliment amused me so much.

Someone thought I was AI because I was doing the very things AI is now famous for. Being fast. Being consistent. Remembering details. Personalizing communication. Processing information. Producing polished work. Being available. Being efficient.

But here is the thing.

Efficiency does not have to come at the expense of humanity.

In fact, I think the best professionals combine the two. You can be highly efficient and still care. You can be organized and still be warm. You can be ambitious and still be kind. You can be incredibly good at business and still understand that relationships are at the heart of it.

And perhaps that is the real lesson I took from this experience.

I initially judged his silence. I assumed it meant he did not care. I assumed it meant he was rude. I assumed it meant my messages were not valued. When, in reality, he was sitting on the other side of the conversation thinking something completely different.

He was thinking, “There is no way this is a real person.”

Funny how easily we can misunderstand silence. We create stories in our heads based on what we do not know. Sometimes the person is not ignoring us. Sometimes they are processing. Sometimes they are busy. Sometimes they do not know what to say.

And sometimes…

They genuinely think you are a robot.

Which, I have to admit, is a pretty good reason not to reply.

But beyond the humour, I found myself genuinely touched by what he said. Because I have spent a lot of my professional life trying to be good at what I do.

Not perfect. Nobody is perfect.

But good.

Reliable. Creative. Resourceful. Professional.

Someone who can be trusted to take something and run with it. Someone who does not need to be micromanaged. Someone who does not need to be reminded five times. Someone who does not simply wait for instructions but thinks.

And when someone tells you that your work is so efficient, so consistent and so personalized that they genuinely thought an AI was behind it, well, that is a compliment I do not think I will forget anytime soon.

The funniest part?

I spent months thinking, “What a rude person.”

And he spent months thinking, “What an incredible AI.”

Turns out, we were both completely wrong.

And perhaps there is another lesson in that too.

Never underestimate the impression your work leaves on people, even when they do not tell you they are impressed.

Sometimes your biggest compliments are not the ones you hear immediately. Sometimes they are happening quietly on the other side of the screen. Sometimes someone is watching how you work, noticing your consistency, your attention to detail, your creativity and your efficiency without saying a word.

And sometimes, months later, they call you and tell you they thought you were a machine.

So, thank you, Mr Business Associate.

You may have inadvertently given me one of the greatest compliments I have ever received.

And yes, I am very much human.

But I will happily take “so good at what you do, I thought you were AI” as one hell of a professional compliment.

Just do not expect me to start answering every message with:

“Beep. Thank you for your enquiry. Your request has been received.”

Because apparently, I have already fooled one person.

Be still and know that God is here

 

19th Sunday in Ordinary Time

9 August 2026

Today’s readings feel incredibly personal to me because they speak about something I think many of us experience, the moments when we are tired, afraid, overwhelmed and simply trying to find our way through.

In the first reading, Elijah is exhausted and afraid. He has reached a place where he simply has nothing left. And yet, God does not come to him in the wind, the earthquake or the fire. God comes in a gentle whisper.

There is something incredibly beautiful about that.

I think there are times in life when we want God to shout the answer at us. We want Him to make everything clear. We want a sign that tells us what is going to happen and assures us that everything will be alright.

But perhaps God is often speaking much more quietly than that.

Sometimes His voice comes when everything around us finally becomes quiet.

Sometimes it is a Scripture passage that touches something deep inside us.

Sometimes it is a conversation with someone that arrives at exactly the right moment.

Sometimes it is simply that quiet feeling in our hearts that tells us, “You are going to be okay. Keep going.”

And sometimes, when we are carrying things that nobody else can fully see, God does not take the burden away immediately. Instead, He quietly gives us the strength to carry it.

I have come to realize that being tired does not mean I am failing. Feeling afraid does not mean I have lost faith. Having moments when I question, cry, struggle or wonder what God is doing does not mean that He has abandoned me.

Perhaps those are precisely the moments when I need to become still enough to recognize that He is already there.

Then the Gospel brings us into the middle of a storm.

The disciples are in the boat. The wind is strong. The waves are frightening. Everything around them is unsettled.

And then Jesus comes towards them.

He does not wait until the sea is calm.

He comes to them in the storm.

And His words are so simple:

“Courage! It is I. Do not be afraid.”

How many times have I needed to hear those words?

Not because the storms in my life have always been dramatic, but because sometimes the storm is simply everything happening inside my heart. The questions. The uncertainty. The things I cannot change. The people I miss. The disappointments. The moments when I feel emotionally tired and wonder how much more I can carry.

And yet, Jesus says, “It is I.”

Not “I will explain everything.”

Not “I will make everything happen the way you want.”

Just, “It is I.”

I am here.

And perhaps that is enough.

Then there is Peter.

I find myself seeing so much of my own faith in him.

Peter has the courage to step out of the boat. He takes that first step towards Jesus, trusting Him enough to do something that seems impossible.

But then he looks at the wind.

And suddenly, what he is facing becomes bigger than the One he is following.

How often do I do that?

I can have faith one moment, feeling certain that God is guiding me, and then I look at everything happening around me and fear takes over. I start thinking about what could go wrong. I focus on what I cannot control. I become overwhelmed by the waves instead of looking at Jesus.

And I begin to sink.

But what gives me hope is that Peter does not have to get himself back to Jesus.

He simply cries out,

“Lord, save me!”

And Jesus immediately reaches out His hand.

Immediately.

That word means so much to me.

Jesus does not wait for Peter to become stronger.

He does not wait for Peter to stop being afraid.

He does not tell Peter to swim harder.

He reaches out His hand.

Perhaps that is what I need to remember most.

When I am strong, God is there.

When I am weak, God is there.

When I am confident, God is there.

When I am frightened and uncertain, God is there.

When I understand what He is doing, God is there.

And when I have absolutely no idea what He is doing, God is still there.

Maybe faith is not about never sinking.

Maybe faith is knowing who to call when we do.

Today, I am reminded that I do not need to have every answer. I do not need to know what tomorrow will bring. I do not need to understand why some things happen the way they do.

I just need to keep looking towards Jesus.

To take the next step.

To trust Him with the things I cannot fix.

To be still when I want to panic.

To listen when I want answers.

And to remember that silence does not mean absence.

Because God may not always come in the wind, the earthquake or the fire.

Sometimes He comes in a whisper.

Sometimes He comes through another person.

Sometimes He comes through a moment of unexpected peace.

And sometimes He simply reaches out His hand when we are sinking.

So tonight, I want to hold onto this:

Be still.

Listen.

Look towards Jesus.

And when the wind becomes too loud, remember His words:

“Courage! It is I. Do not be afraid.”

I may not know what lies ahead.

I may not understand every chapter of my life.

I may still have moments when I feel tired, frightened or unsure.

But I am learning that I do not have to walk through any of it alone.

The God who found Elijah in his exhaustion is the same God who came to Peter in the storm.

And the same Jesus who reached out His hand to Peter is still reaching out to me.

Perhaps today, that is all the reassurance my heart needs.

God is here.

Even in the silence.

Even in the waiting.

Even in the storm.

Even when I am afraid.

He is here.

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Reflective question: How will I make time and space today to notice His quiet presence?

Today, I want to make space by slowing down.

I know how easy it is to fill every moment with noise, thoughts, plans and responsibilities, but perhaps God is inviting me to stop trying to fill every silence and simply be present.

I want to give myself moments today where I put everything down, take a breath and allow my heart to become quiet enough to listen. Not necessarily looking for a big sign or an obvious answer, but being open to the little ways God may remind me that He is near.

Maybe His quiet presence will come through a moment of peace, a Scripture that speaks directly to my heart, a conversation, a memory, or simply that gentle feeling that tells me I am not alone.

Today, I want to stop looking so much for God in the extraordinary and start recognizing Him in the ordinary.

I want to be still long enough to hear the whisper.

God is already here. I just need to become quiet enough to notice.

Movie Recommendation: The Devil Wears Prada 2 (2026)

 

I finally had the chance to watch The Devil Wears Prada 2 and I have to say, it was one of the movies I had been looking forward to the most this year. Like many people, I absolutely loved the original. It was one of those rare films that blended humour, ambition, friendship and personal growth so effortlessly that it became an instant classic. Walking into the cinema, I knew the sequel had some very big shoes to fill, and I am happy to say I genuinely enjoyed the experience.

One of my biggest concerns before watching was whether it would simply rely on nostalgia. Thankfully, it did much more than that. While there were plenty of familiar faces and moments that reminded me why I loved the original, the story also felt fresh enough to stand on its own. It acknowledged how much the world has changed, especially within the fashion industry, while still staying true to the characters that audiences have grown to love over the years.

Meryl Streep once again proved why she is one of the greatest actresses of our time. Miranda Priestly remains as commanding, intelligent and intimidating as ever, yet there are moments where you see another side of her. Those subtle moments are what make her character so fascinating. She is not simply a demanding boss. She is a woman who has spent decades building a legacy, and you cannot help but admire her determination, even if you do not always agree with her choices.

It was also wonderful seeing Anne Hathaway return. Andy has clearly grown since the first film, and I enjoyed seeing how life has shaped her over the years. One of the things I appreciated most was that the sequel did not pretend people stay the same forever. Careers evolve, priorities change and life has a way of teaching us lessons that no job ever could. That felt authentic, and I found myself connecting with those themes more now than I probably would have years ago.

The fashion, as expected, was absolutely stunning. Every scene seemed carefully crafted, from the wardrobe choices to the beautifully designed sets. Even if you are not someone who follows fashion trends, there is something incredibly satisfying about watching the creativity and artistry that goes into every detail. Fashion has always been more than clothes to me. It is another form of storytelling, and this movie reminds us of that.

What I enjoyed most, however, was that beneath all the glamour was a story about people. It explored ambition, purpose, loyalty and the sacrifices we sometimes make in pursuit of success. Those themes resonated with me because they are things many of us experience in different ways throughout our lives. Success can look impressive on the outside, but it often comes with difficult decisions that nobody else sees.

As someone who enjoys creativity, branding and building meaningful projects, I found myself paying attention to more than just the storyline. I appreciated how the movie explored leadership, adapting to change and remaining relevant in a constantly evolving world. Those lessons extend far beyond the fashion industry. They apply to business, personal growth and life in general.

I also found myself reflecting on how much the world has changed since the first movie was released. Social media, digital content creators and online publications have completely transformed the landscape. The sequel embraces these changes without losing the elegance and sophistication that made the original so memorable. It feels modern while still respecting its roots, which is not an easy balance to achieve.

One thing I particularly enjoyed was the chemistry between the cast. It never felt forced. The conversations flowed naturally, and there were moments that made me smile, moments that made me laugh and even moments that made me stop and think. Those are the kinds of films I enjoy most. They entertain you while quietly leaving you with something to reflect on long after the credits have rolled.

Of course, no sequel will ever completely replace the magic of the original, and I never expected it to. Instead, I looked at it as the next chapter in a story that many of us have loved for years. In that sense, I think it succeeded. It respected what came before while giving the characters room to grow and evolve.

Would I recommend The Devil Wears Prada 2? Absolutely. Whether you are a fan of the original or someone who simply enjoys character driven stories with strong performances and beautiful visuals, I think it is worth watching. It is entertaining, thoughtful and beautifully put together.

Walking out of the cinema, I found myself smiling because it felt like catching up with old friends after many years apart. That is not something every sequel manages to achieve. For me, The Devil Wears Prada 2 delivered an enjoyable, stylish and meaningful experience that reminded me why I fell in love with these characters in the first place. It may not be perfect, but it is certainly a movie I am glad I watched, and one I would happily recommend to anyone looking for a film that offers far more than beautiful clothes and sharp dialogue.