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...
Before you call her difficult, wear her shoes. Not the shoes she wears now, not the polished ones, not the ones she learned to walk in after life had already taught her how to hide the limp. Wear the old ones. The ones worn thin by nights she never talks about. Step into the life she keeps behind her smile. Walk through the morning after a night of crying and pretend your eyes do not hurt. Get dressed. Fix your hair. Answer the phone with a voice that sounds normal. Tell everyone, “I’m okay,” while something inside you is quietly begging to be left alone. Wear her shoes when someone she loved becomes someone she fears. Walk the distance between I trust you and I should have known. Feel how heavy a heart becomes when it has carried forgiveness longer than it should have. You call her cold. You never saw how many times she reached for warmth and came back burned. You call her distant. You never heard the conversations she had with herself at three in the morning, trying to convince her h...