God saw the night I almost gave up.

He did not miss it.

He saw the moment I sat on the floor, exhausted.

The tears nobody else did.

The preparations I made for a day I wouldn’t witness.

Listened to the prayer I didn’t have the strength to speak.

I thought the silence meant I was alone.

But in that quiet moment, the universe was moving.

The same God that parted seas and raised the dead was holding me together.

I didn’t feel him, but he never left.

I’m still here, not by accident, but because purpose held onto me when I couldn’t hold on to it.

God’s not finished.

That night wasn’t the end of my story.

God saw the night I almost gave up.

He did not miss it.

He saw the moment I sat on the floor, exhausted.

The tears nobody else did.

The preparations I made for a day I wouldn’t witness.

Listened to the prayer I didn’t have the strength to speak.

I thought the silence meant I was alone.

But in that quiet moment, the universe was moving.

The same God that parted seas and raised the dead was holding me together.

I didn’t feel him, but he never left.

I’m still here, not by accident, but because purpose held onto me when I couldn’t hold on to it.

God’s not finished.

That night wasn’t the end of my story.