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...
They call me crazy. I laugh and tell them, "Of course I am, sanity packed its bags years ago and left no forwarding address." They laugh with me. That is the trick. If I make the joke first, no one notices the cracks beneath the punchline. My mind is a carnival at midnight, lights flickering, music playing out of tune, ghosts riding the Ferris wheel of old memories. Yet I smile. Because laughter is cheaper than therapy and easier than explaining why some nights feel heavier than mountains. I joke about my misfortunes. I shake hands with disaster. I invite heartbreak to sit beside me at the bar and buy it a drink. "What now?" I ask. And heartbreak laughs, because it knows I will turn it into a story. That is how I survive. Not with courage. Not with strength. But with absurdity. With ridiculous thoughts that dance through the darkness wearing oversized shoes. The world expects tears. I hand it a grin instead. The world expects collapse. I perform a comedy routine on...