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.

There is mercy in the morning. Even when dreams betray us, His love does not. Today I choose to breathe slowly, speak softly, and rest in the truth: I am not forgotten. I am not a burden. I am held, fiercely and tenderly, by the One who never sleeps.