When the Miracle Feels Far Away
There are seasons where the thing you’ve been praying for feels impossibly distant, like it belongs to someone else’s story but not your own. You’ve held onto hope for so long that it’s become exhausting, and the strength that once carried you now feels thin and worn. You remember who you used to be—the one who could keep going, who could believe a little easier—but now even getting through the day feels like more than you have in you. Faith doesn’t always disappear all at once; sometimes it fades quietly in the background, worn down by waiting. And yet, even here, you are not alone. Even in the silence, even in the space where answers haven’t come, there is a presence that has never stepped away from you. It’s hard to see when you’re hurting. It’s hard to feel when you’re tired. But you have never been abandoned in this. Not for a moment. Not even now. We tend to think healing will come when everything finally changes, when the miracle shows up in the way we’ve imagined it. But so...