Lord, You who held the storm
I am sitting here again. The words feel thin. I don't hear an answer. The waiting is wearing me down. I wonder if You're still listening.
Steady my doubt. Loosen my grip on needing to understand. Remind me that silence is not absence.
I could reach for noise to fill the quiet — scroll, distract, pretend I'm fine. But I won't trade truth for comfort.
Sit with me in this. Don't rush the stillness. Let it teach me what I need to know.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.