Now, as I sit here with his memory, I realize how much I miss that. The love that wasn’t flawless but was real. The person who wasn’t perfect but was present. And perhaps that’s what we hold on to—the moments they gave us, the pieces of them that stay with us long after they’re gone.
We crave soft news instead of the Good News. We want validation more than restoration. We value temporary satisfaction over eternal life. And so, we drift with the current, going with the flow instead of standing firm and going against it.
It’s easy to feel left behind when everyone else seems to have it all together.
Even when the world fails, Your Word remains.
I’ll keep writing—
for You never made a promise You don’t honor—
a peace, a moment of silence
beneath the vast stars at night.
I'm writing this to remind young women and men that you are never alone.
And in life, we also need a safe space—a haven, a refuge—when trials and struggles overwhelm us.
We are all waiting for something, and sometimes we feel hopeless. We stop talking about it, stop mentioning it in our prayers, because it’s so disheartening when things don’t happen the way we want. So we stop hoping that one day God will answer the desires we've held onto for so long.
