Quietly, I listened to the other people in my small group share their stories. One girl saw Jesus when she was pronounced cancer free. A boy saw Him when he was given the courage to leave an abusive relationship. For me, however, I saw Jesus everyday. I saw Him through my Aunt Katie. After my Mom and Dad died in a car crash when I was two, Aunt Katie took me in. From then on, she had raised me and loved me as her own. After all that she does and has done for me, how could I not see Jesus daily?