God,
I am begging You.
Not with the confidence
of a faithful man,
but with the trembling voice
of someone who has run out of answers.
I am tired.
Tired of telling people
that I am okay.
Tired of smiling through storms
that never seem to pass.
Tired of carrying a heart
that feels heavier
with every sunrise.
God,
I am begging You.
Please do not mistake my silence
for strength.
The truth is,
I have cried alone
more times than I can count.
I have stared at ceilings
late into the night,
wondering if my life
is ever going to change.
Every year,
I tell myself,
“Maybe this will be my season.”
And every year,
I watch another door close.
God,
I am begging You.
I do not need a perfect life.
I just need a sign
that I am not walking alone.
A sign that my prayers
have not been lost in the wind.
A sign that all this waiting
has a purpose.
Because some days
I feel like a candle
burning itself away
just to create a little light.
And I do not know
how much wax I have left.
I have watched people pass me by.
I have watched dreams die quietly.
I have watched hope leave
without saying goodbye.
Still,
I kneel before You.
Not because I understand.
Not because I am strong.
But because You are the last place
my broken heart knows to go.
So God,
if You can hear me,
find me here.
In this lonely chapter.
In this season of unanswered questions.
In this life that feels stuck
between who I was
and who I am supposed to become.
Touch the places inside me
that have grown cold.
Speak to the parts of me
that no longer believe
good things are coming.
And if I cannot see the road ahead,
carry me.
Because I am exhausted.
Because I am hurting.
Because I am trying.
And because tonight,
more than ever,
God,
I am begging You.
7d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
God,
I am begging You.
Not with the confidence
of a faithful man,
but with the trembling voice
of someone who has run out of answers.
I am tired.
Tired of telling people
that I am okay.
Tired of smiling through storms
that never seem to pass.
Tired of carrying a heart
that feels heavier
with every sunrise.
God,
I am begging You.
Please do not mistake my silence
for strength.
The truth is,
I have cried alone
more times than I can count.
I have stared at ceilings
late into the night,
wondering if my life
is ever going to change.
Every year,
I tell myself,
“Maybe this will be my season.”
And every year,
I watch another door close.
God,
I am begging You.
I do not need a perfect life.
I just need a sign
that I am not walking alone.
A sign that my prayers
have not been lost in the wind.
A sign that all this waiting
has a purpose.
Because some days
I feel like a candle
burning itself away
just to create a little light.
And I do not know
how much wax I have left.
I have watched people pass me by.
I have watched dreams die quietly.
I have watched hope leave
without saying goodbye.
Still,
I kneel before You.
Not because I understand.
Not because I am strong.
But because You are the last place
my broken heart knows to go.
So God,
if You can hear me,
find me here.
In this lonely chapter.
In this season of unanswered questions.
In this life that feels stuck
between who I was
and who I am supposed to become.
Touch the places inside me
that have grown cold.
Speak to the parts of me
that no longer believe
good things are coming.
And if I cannot see the road ahead,
carry me.
Because I am exhausted.
Because I am hurting.
Because I am trying.
And because tonight,
more than ever,
God,
I am begging You.
