God,
I am beginning to understand
that not everything that feels right to me
is something I should pursue in my own way.
There are things far too vast
for me to control their direction—
including a heart
that was never mine to begin with.
I do not know
how to introduce You to him
without making him feel like a stranger
to himself.
So I choose silence,
and I entrust that part to You.
If there is indeed a light
that You have prepared for him,
let it arrive like the morning—
not forced,
not demanded,
but certain in its coming.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
God,
I am beginning to understand
that not everything that feels right to me
is something I should pursue in my own way.
There are things far too vast
for me to control their direction—
including a heart
that was never mine to begin with.
I do not know
how to introduce You to him
without making him feel like a stranger
to himself.
So I choose silence,
and I entrust that part to You.
If there is indeed a light
that You have prepared for him,
let it arrive like the morning—
not forced,
not demanded,
but certain in its coming.
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