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...
The curtain of death hangs heavy and black, Is it a veil, or a door unseen? It sways in silence, waiting still, Between the worlds we’ve known and been. Just when the days feel safe and whole, When laughter learns to settle in, It falls without a warning sound And claims a name, a face, a kin. One chair grows cold. One voice goes still. A room forgets a familiar breath. We stand in shock, our questions raw, Staring into the cloth of death. Why is it cruel? Why no delay? No borrowed days, no gifted years? Why does it close without a choice? Unmoved by love, untouched by tears? It does not ask. It does not pause. It does not count the prayers we say. It chooses from the ones we love And draws them suddenly away. Families fracture in its wake, Time stumbles, hearts forget their beat, And still the curtain never parts To show us where the souls retreat. We only know it falls when it will, On whom it wills, in quiet breath, Leaving us here with empty hands And questions sewn in cloths...