For anyone who’s ever felt invisible, overwhelmed, or unsure if they still want to keep going—this is for you. A reflection and a poem about the quiet grace of surviving.

may never preach to crowds, but I serve with purpose. I post with prayer. I love with intention. And I trust that God sees every seed I sow—even the ones that bloom in silence.

There are moments when someone else enters the room—and warmth gathers around them like a halo. You sit nearby, quietly holding your flame, wondering if it flickers too faintly to be noticed.

 In a world obsessed with applause, it's easy to forget where our true worth lies. Sometimes it’s not applause we’re chasing… It’s reassurance that we matter. That we’re enough. That we’re loved.