In the Silence

There are seasons that bruise the soul so deeply that trusting God feels like carrying a mountain with trembling hands. Seasons when prayers sound like echoes, bouncing back empty, and heaven feels shut tight against your cries. It is in these moments you wonder if God is silent, or worse, if He has turned His face away.


You wait, and the waiting stretches into wilderness days that turn into wilderness years. You weep silent tears that no one sees, because sometimes words cannot capture the ache.

Sometimes, numbness is all that remains, a heart that beats, but struggles to hope again.

It hurts most when you thought you heard Him clearly. When you stepped out in faith, only to meet closed doors and disappointment. You replay His words in your head, wondering if you misheard, misunderstood, or mis-stepped. In the secret places of your heart, the question rises, “God, are You being unfair to me?”

Yet, even in the wilderness, even in the silence, there is an anchor that does not break, the truth that God is still faithful. His goodness is not measured by how quickly He answers or how easily life bends in our favour. His goodness is who He is. 

Faith is not always loud, sometimes it is simply breathing one more prayer into the night, holding on when everything in you wants to let go. Though it doesn’t feel like it now, one day you will look back and see that God was weaving beauty through every silence, every tear, and every “not yet.”

He has not forgotten you. He is not unfair. He is still good. Here, in the ache, He is with you.

This is my heartwriting, with beautiful strokes from a trusting ink.

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