#spiritualwriting
God,
I know You understand the direction of every heart
far better than the one who carries it.
I never truly understood
how someone could feel so close,
even when we were raised under different skies,
with prayers that may not sound the same.
And yet,
somehow,
within all those differences,
I found something that felt like… home.
I do not ask You to change him by force,
nor do I beg for him to rush
toward what I believe in.
I only ask for one simple thing—
if there is a light
You have ever placed within me,
if there is any goodness that comes from You
that he has once seen, even for a moment,
let that be enough
to make him wonder.
Let that be enough
to make him seek.
And if one day
he finds something
that brings peace to his heart…
let it come from You,
not from me.
Because I know—
what comes from humans can be questioned,
but what comes from You
never loses its way.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
God,
I carry this hope
in the quietest way I know.
I do not speak it,
I do not force it,
and often,
I even hide it from myself.
Because I am afraid—
that if I hold it too tightly,
I might end up hurting
the very things I am meant to protect.
But You know,
behind all this silence,
there is a prayer
that keeps repeating without a sound.
If he is truly a part
of the goodness You have written for me,
then bring him closer
in the most gentle and rightful way.
And if not,
do not let this hope
turn into a wound.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:44 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.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC