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 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.

If you feel tired of always needing strength, angry that healing hasn’t come, or irritated by invisible battles—pause. That ache may be a sacred invitation. God isn’t waiting for you to feel perfect. He’s already near to the crushed, the weary, the aching.

Thank you, Lord, for your unending love, For showing me that I'm never alone, but beloved. In your arms, my soul finds solace and rest,

For God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, Walks in the animals, and thinks in man's chants. Let us embrace His presence

Could the struggles of this life also grow your love of God?