I don’t know where I lost You, somewhere between yesterday’s prayers and today’s weary heartbeat. I don’t know when it all began, how I drifted, how I slipped from Your nearness into this fog where I’m reaching for You with trembling hands. I’ve been reading,been praying, been trying to stitch myself back into the rhythm of Your presence even though fasting feels like a lie on days when I see too clearly the places where I still fail. Yet You stay. You stay faithful when everything in me is...

They rise with empty hands and hearts full of prayers. The world looks away, but hope lingers, soft, stubborn, alive.

Different trees bring forth fruits in different seasons, when we compare ourselves to one, another we become fools, envying other, all the w