| I sat in the stillness of dawn. Hushed. Unmoving. I’d entered this quiet space to pray. Burdened, heartbroken, I sought answers for a loved one in deep pain. I waited. I listened. All I heard was silence. No answers. No clarity. Just . . . stillness. After several tear-filled moments, I began to sense something. A quiet presence. Not the absence of God, but something more mysterious: God’s presence in the silence. I pondered: What if the silence wasn’t empty, but full—full of sacred cries too deep for words? What if the silence was God’s answer? Not a solution. An invitation—to rest in the presence of the One who listens more deeply than words can reach. What if God was listening—not just to me, but to my loved one? In that quiet moment, the words that follow rose in my heart—not written so much as received. I shared them with my loved one, and now I share them with you, in hopes you too might feel the nearness of the God who listens. |
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