This is a placeholder piece so the search bar has something to find on day one — Bo's real words replace it the moment the library loads.
You were not an accident of a busy universe. Before the first light learned to travel, you were known. Not the resume you. Not the highlight-reel you. The 2 a.m. you. The one who wonders if anyone notices.
Hagar named God "the One who sees me" in a desert she didn't choose. That same seeing has not blinked since.
You are loved. You are seen. And that's just the beginning of the secret.