There will be a season when you have done all you know to do and still, nothing. No answer at the door. No sudden change. No sign in the sky telling you that tomorrow will be kinder. Just you, your unanswered prayer, and the strange silence that makes you question whether God is still listening. He is. Do not mistake silence for absence. Some of God's deepest work happens without making a sound. Roots grow in darkness. Healing happens beneath skin. Morning begins long before the window knows there is light. And somewhere beyond what you can see, your life is being moved by hands you cannot follow. So do not abandon your faith because you cannot trace God's footsteps. You were never promised a clear view. You were given enough light for the next step. Take it. Even if your knees shake. Even if your heart has questions your mouth is afraid to ask. Take it. Faith is not a life without uncertainty. It is waking up with uncertainty beside you and refusing to let it choose your direc...
Take him. He is no longer a wound I am compelled to touch, nor a prayer I am foolish enough to repeat. He is merely the ruin I walked out of with my hands still trembling and my soul learning the shape of its own name. You may have him. Take the mouth that once promised forever and learned the language of betrayal. Take the hands that held me only to teach me how to ache. Take the heart that mistook possession for devotion. Take all of him, the carefully rehearsed apologies, the beautiful lies, the silences sharpened into weapons, the affection that arrived only when I had forgotten how to ask for it. I have no claim on him now. He is yesterday's ash, and I have no desire to rebuild a fire from what already burned me. If he calls himself a treasure, believe him. I once did too. I polished his brokenness with the softness of my own heart, mistaking endurance for love, mistaking survival for a marriage worth saving. But some men are not meant to be rescued by love. Some are simply le...